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susiequaz12 · 3 years ago

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Part 2- Call Me Sir

I have a few more chapters planned for this wip, so it'll prbably get a title soon. I also need a name for the handler, but that can come later. Anyways, the part prior to this is here.

CW: manhandling, choking, defiant whumpee, restrained, forced shower, forced strip (nonsexual).

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“I told you to call me sir!” The man yelled.

Jeremy was thrown around for the hundredth time that hour- a slap to the face having sent him reeling.

“And I said no-” He retaliated.

The man wasn’t giving up, but neither was the boy. It’s not like he hadn’t been thrown around, or beat before.

Jeremy got to his feet as the man approached him once more.

“God, just leave me alone!” He cried.

“Excuse you?” The man yelled, crossing his arms over his chest. “When did you get the impression that you have any say in what happens to you now?”

“Um- since I’m a human being with the right to my own body?” Jeremy felt himself backed into the wall as the man approached him, like a lion stalking it’s prey.

His throat was grabbed and he was shoved backwards, head crashing against the grey, cement wall. He fought and squirmed, hands reaching to grab the man’s arms, but it was all useless.

It’s like the man had abnormal strength- he could feel his eyes bugging out of his skull as he thrashed about- trying to get breath. Jeremy slowly grew more limp, until he hung there uselessly in the man’s grip.

“Your body, is no longer your own. You are a tool, or a weapon, to be used and trained and discarded of, as we see fit. The sooner you understand that, the better off you will be.”

Jeremy crashed to the floor as the man let him go- and he curled on his side, cradling his neck. He couldn’t help the soft whimpers that crawled out of his chest as he heaved for air.

“Now, you smell. Those are the same clothes we found you in, and now that you’re cleared by medical, it’s time to get you situated more permanently. Do you understand?”

Jeremy remained silent except for a grunt as he was kicked in the ribs.

“I said, do you understand!”

He gasped out as he was kicked again, curling further in on himself.

“Yes! Y-yes- goodness-”

Another kick, followed by another grunt.

“Yes- what?” The man pressured.

Jeremy stared up at him uselessly from where he lie on the floor. His hair was grabbed and he was dragged up onto his knees.

“Yes, what. Jeremy?”

He stared back at the man- noticing the long scar that ran from his temple, in a slash across his face, cutting through his beard and part of his lip. He looked like he had been here a while. He was inhumanly strong, carrying Jeremy away from the wall towards the center of the room by his hair, like he weighed nothing more than a pillowcase.

Jeremy choked back a sob that crept up his throat. He had been beaten and restrained, taken away from his home, to a place that for all he knew was clear across the country. And for what, he had no idea. This man could snap his neck right here. And as much as he didn’t want to give up his dignity, or his pride, Jeremy was not ready to die.

“Yes- yes sir.” He choked out.

“That’s more like it.”

The man deposited him on the floor in the middle of the room as he explained the next torment the boy would be put through.

“This is your room for the foreseeable future, as long as you choose to comply. If you refuse, or resist, or are a genuine pain in my ass, we have separate containment cells. And believe me, this is the far better option.” He looked towards the boy in response, who sat silent on the floor.

As the man- or ‘his handler’- spoke, Jeremy’s eyes darted about the room, finally taking in the surroundings. He had been dumped in here after a day or two in the medical ward- recovering from hypothermia and mild frostbite.

There was a toilet in the corner, with only a curtain hanging from the ceiling, and a spout attached to the wall. He didn’t want to know what all the various hooks and rings bolted around were for. Two metal cots sat opposite walls of each other- looking more like examination tables, than beds. There was a locked cabinet built into the wall, and a small pile of items left by the door.

“Your roommate should be here shortly, he’s occupied elsewhere. But for now, we’ve got to get you cleaned up.”

“My- my roommate?” Jeremy mumbled.

The man walked over to the pile he had by the door and retrieved a couple items before walking back to the boy, and pulled him to his feet.

“Give me your wrists.”

“What?” He instinctively pulled them behind his back, turning away from the man. His attempts were useless as leather cuffs were buckled and secured, before being locked in place.

“Don’t even think about trying to remove those.”

Jeremy gasped as they were yanked upwards, before being restrained above his head by a chain coming down from the ceiling. He stood on the edges of his toes, rocking back and forth on his feet as he tried to get a view of what the man was doing.

“Hey- what are- stop! No- stop it!”

He screamed as he felt a blade against his back- and it took a moment to register that it wasn’t cutting through him, but the fabric of his shirt.

Jeremy stood there trembling as his clothes were cut away, and he was left standing there in nothing but his boxers. His handler retrieved something else from the pile- and the boy could see it curled around his arm- a rope? How could he possibly tie him up any further?

But it wasn’t a rope. It was a thin hose that screwed into the spout attached to the wall by the toilet. The handler uncoiled it, turned on the spray- and left Jeremy shrieking.

“It’s- it’s cold!” He cried.

He tried to thrash away from the direction of the water but it sprayed everywhere- soaking him to the bone. The nozzle on the end was harsh- almost like a pressure washer and it burned, leaving his skin irritated and red as it attacked his body.

He tried to sputter out more pleas but there was nothing he cloud do- water poured down his dark hair- into his face, choking him as he tried to catch his breath and keep it from pouring down his nose. It washed down his back- curling upwards to his arms and hands as they shook. He let out a gargled scream as it struck the back of his head and neck- before moving to his shoulders- his chest, and stomach. Finally it trailed down his legs and around his feet before clattering to the ground.

The water turned off and Jeremy uttered silent pleas of thanks. He was left shaking, feeling utterly helpless as the man paced around his nearly-naked body. The man was laughing. His teeth clattered together and he could swear there was no more feeling in his fingers or toes.

The boy yelped as he was released from the ceiling, and he crashed ungracefully to the ground in a pile of limbs. The rest of the water was slowly seeping down the drain below him, leaving a faint dripping sound echoing throughout the rooms.

“Alright, time to get dressed.”

The man threw a pile of clothes at the boy and he caught them in fumbling fingers.

“Go on and change. There’s a curtain there if you need your dignity.”

Jeremy stared at him- his body unwilling to move.

“I can always help if you’re too weak to do it yourself.”

Jeremy flinched back as the man reached for him. Scrambling to his feet as fast as he could, clutching the pile of clothes to his chest.

“No!” He cried. “I- I’ll do it myself.”

“That’s a good boy.” The man stepped back and Jeremy felt a rush of nausea through his stomach as the man stared at him. He quickly pulled the curtain around the corner, ducking behind it for what little privacy he was granted.

There was no towel to dry him off- only a pair of clean boxers- some grey cotton shorts, and a grey cotton tanktop. The material felt cheap- like you bought it in a bulk pack of 12 at the dollar store. He quickly pulled the clean dry clothes over his body, thankful for what little warmth it gave him. He glanced around the small corner- the curtain rod was bolted in the wall- the curtain impossible to remove. There was nothing there he could use to help him- or to fight with- but he had to do something.

He wrang out streams of water from his hair, shaking off his hands, before peering around the curtain. The man had his back turned- he was coiling up the hose.

In a flash moment of courage, (or stupidity), Jeremy charged.

Before he could even get close enough to swing a punch the man spinned around and locked a hand around the boy’s throat- lifting him off of the ground by his neck.

Jeremy gasped- his eyes growing wide once more as he felt his feet leave the floor.

“You are more stupid than I thought. This isn’t my first time doing this, kid. I’ve seen far too many people try and fight, and get themselves hurt, or killed in the process.”

Jeremy squeaked as he thrashed his legs about- trying to get a kick or a hit in anywhere- but his vision was growing blurry.

The man backhanded him across the face, choking off his air and sending pain tearing through his skull.

“I know it’ll be better for you if you cooperate.”

Tears started leaking from the boy’s eyes and his handler laughed. His hands gripped the man’s wrists and he mouthed out a strangled breath of a word.

“Never-”

The man shook his head. In a swift move he yanked the boy upwards, grabbing the side of his leg and hurled him across the room.

Jeremy’s back crashed into the wall with a sickening thud, the lights shaking ever so slightly. He slid to the ground with a wheeze, before he was finally able to catch his breath.

He stared up into the ceiling as he felt the man’s presence kneeling by his side. His vision was blurry- spots going in and out, and unwilling tears leaked down his face.

“Listen here, boy. You belong to us now. And it is specifically, my job, to ensure that you know your place.” He leaned down, wrenching the boy’s head backwards by his hair. “Do you understand?”

Jeremy choked on his breath- unable to get an answer to form as his chest heaved and his body flared with pain. A sharp slap to the side of his face brought him back to reality and he stared at the man with desperation in his eyes.

“Do you understand me.”

Jeremy nodded- but a sharp tug to his hair let him know that wasn’t enough.

“Yes!” He cried out- fearful of more pain.

The man shook his head, and dug a boot into the boy’s ribcage- causing a whine to leak out of his lips.

“Yes- what?”

Jeremy looked up with more fear than he’d ever felt. His life was in this man’s hands- literally.

“Yes sir.” He answered.

The man patted the boy’s cheek before standing up, leaving him cowering in the corner.

“That’s better.”

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#whump #whump writing #ocs #my ocs #defiant whumpee #manhandling #choking #i have so many ideas for this boy #I thought i was gonna finish carrot top first but nah we decided to work on this instead

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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i would love to read coops doing one of those lie detector youtube videos!!

This was such a fun fic to research! I highly recommend watching the Try Guys Lie Detector videos if you'd like some context. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Why are there so many of these?” Remus muttered, shaking his hand around. A series of multicolored wires smacked the table and Marlene rolled her eyes as she passed. “Sorry.”

“Welcome back to Lion Pride!” Sirius said as he turned to the camera with a smile. “I’m Sirius Black, and I’m here today with my husband, Remus Lupin, to get some answers.”

“We are also joined by Mark, who is an expert at reading polygraphs,” Remus added.

A middle-aged man in a blue shirt raised his hand in a slight wave. “Thanks for having me. Since you’re already hooked up, you’ll be going first. This machine measures your sweat, your heart rate, and a couple other common tells for liars. Do you lie often?”

Remus hesitated; Sirius hid a smile in his hand. “No, since I suck at lying, but I’ll do it if it makes somebody feel better. I think I’m pretty good at that.”

They stared at the polygraph for a moment before Mark nodded. “Checks out. Take it away, Sirius.”

Sirius cleared his throat and took a notecard from his stack. “Was going to college worth it?”

“Yes,” Remus answered almost immediately. “I don’t know what I would have done without getting my degree and staying close to hockey. Wouldn’t have met you, for one.”

“True,” Mark said without looking up.

“Do you like my playoff beard?”

“I do, yeah.” Mark raised his eyebrows and Remus pressed his lips together. “Okay, sometimes it’s a little much, but you’re pretty good about keeping things under control.”

“Alright,” Sirius said with playful skepticism. “Good to know. Who’s your favorite Lion?”

“Besides you? Talker.”

“Yeah, we don’t need a polygraph to know that,” Sirius laughed when Mark nodded. “Did you like my last haircut?”

“Oh, fuck,” Remus said under his breath, looking away.

“I knew it.”

“It wasn’t bad—”

“He’s lying,” Mark interrupted.

Remus turned to him with betrayal written all over his expression. “Dude!”

“You are.”

“Answer the question, Loops,” Sirius said, leaning back in his chair. “How did you feel about my last haircut?”

He bit his lower lip. “It was a little too short and really threw me off for a couple days. But you didn’t like it, either.”

“I didn’t,” Sirius agreed, grinning. “But I vividly remember several ‘no, honey, you look great’ conversations.”

“Next question,” Remus sighed.

“Ha! This one is self-explanatory. Have you ever lied to me?”

“Yes, but only when I knew it would make you feel better.”

“True,” Mark confirmed.

“Do you think you’re a better dog owner than me?”

Remus thought for a moment. “No.”

“True.”

“Do you think I’m a better dog owner than you?” Sirius asked.

“No. I think we balance each other well, and we wouldn’t be as good apart.”

“True again.”

“Interesting.” Sirius surveyed the cards. “Do you trust me?”

“A hundred percent,” Remus answered without hesitation. Mark nodded.

“Do you think I would be a good dad?”

He rested his chin on his hand, then smiled a little. “I do, yeah. I think you know what to do and what notto do, and you’re very protective without being controlling. So, yeah. You’d be a good dad.”

Mark glanced over. “He’s telling the truth.”

Sirius leaned across the table and kissed Remus on the cheek. “Merci. Oh, this’ll be fun. Is any of our relationship just for show, especially on Lion Pride?”

Remus narrowed his eyes with a hum. “Yes and no.”

“Pick one,” Mark said.

“In a general sense? Yeah, sure. We’re not perfect all the time, but we pretend to be. The specifics stay honest, though. None of our relationship is based on building clout. We keep the core genuine.”

The polygraph beeped for a moment. “He’s telling the truth.”

“This one is super morbid. Ready?” Sirius rested his elbows on the table. “You are Spiderman, and you’re holding two trolleys over a lake. One holds me, and one holds Jules. Which one do you drop?”

“I love you, but I would absolutely drop you,” Remus said after only a brief period of thought.

“Oh, thank god,” Sirius huffed. “I would be so upset if it was the other way around.”

“Right? I love you more than anything, but it’s Jules.”

Remus turned to Mark, who shrugged. “True.”

“Do you think we live together well?” Sirius asked.

“After a full year of it?” Remus laughed. “Yeah, I do.”

“True.”

Sirius checked the list and his eyebrows rose. “You’re going to hate this one.”

“Am I?”

“What do you really think about my parents?”

Remus’ smile turned thin and Sirius spread his hands in a see? motion. He was quiet for a few seconds, then ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’m allowed to use those words on this channel. Um, I don’t like them.”

Mark snorted. “Very true.”

“Last one,” Sirius warned, though his eyes crinkled happily at the edges. “Do you know how much I love you?”

“That’s cute,” Remus said. “And…yeah. I think I do.”

“Wrong,” Sirius said before Mark could answer. “You have absolutely no idea.”

“Sap,” Remus scoffed. His cheeks were pink, and he pressed a quick kiss to Sirius’ temple while they swapped chairs.

“He was telling the truth,” Mark informed them as he helped Remus untangle his arm and hand, then transferred the devices to Sirius. “Though I am interested to see the flipside. Do you lie often?”

“Not anymore. I’m pretty good at it, though.”

“First one: have you ever had a crush on one of your teammates?”

“Oh, for sure,” Sirius said with a light laugh. “I never did anything about it, but I was the king of pining for a solid decade.”

“True,” Mark affirmed.

Remus cocked an eyebrow. “Who is the handsomest Lion?”

Sirius bit his lip, making a thoughtful noise. “That’s a tough one. I’m assuming a player other than you?”

“Yes.”

“In that case…I think Dumo is the classic definition of ‘handsome’ even though he is so not my type, but Kasey might be the most attractive.”

“Not Pots?” Remus teased. Sirius pulled a face and flicked him on the arm.

“He’s being honest,” Mark said.

“Do you think you’re the best player on the team?”

“…no.”

“He’s lying.”

“Shit.” Sirius sighed heavily as Remus looked at him over the edge of his notecard. “Look, it’s—it’s not an ego thing.”

“It’s the captain thing, isn’t it?” Remus sounded quite amused.

“Yeah,” Sirius said, defeated. “It’s stupid, I know.”

Mark nodded. “He’s telling the truth.”

“Oh, another parent one,” Remus remarked. “Did my parents scare you?”

“Not really.”

Mark furrowed his brows. “You’re right in the middle.”

“Huh.” He thought for a few seconds. “I think seeing you all together was a lot like meeting Dumo’s family the first time. You’re just so…normal. And you genuinely like each other. So I wasn’t scared, but it was definitely an adjustment.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, they adore you. I’m glad we didn’t chase you off, though. Does it really bother you that I leave my socks around the house?”

Sirius pressed his lips together as several people off-screen began to laugh. “I can’t answer that.”

“See, that’s all the answer I need.”

“Fine. Yes, but only because I don’t know where you get them from. You don’t actually own that many socks, and I still find them every-fucking-where.”

“True,” Mark said.

“I’ll try to keep a better eye on things,” Remus assured him, smiling. “You are Spiderman, and you’re holding two trolleys over a lake. One holds me, and one holds James. Which one do you drop?”

“Goddammit,” Sirius muttered, tilting his head back. He thought for a long, long moment. “I can’t answer that.”

The polygraph buzzed. “False.”

Sirius shook his head. “Neither of you. I wouldn’t drop either.”

Mark raised his eyebrows. “True.”

“On a much lighter note,” Remus said with a cough. “Which of us is lazier?”

“Me.”

“True.”

“Really?” Remus gave him a baffled look. “You work so hard all the time.”

Sirius shrugged. “Agree to disagree?”

“Fine, but I hope you know taking time for yourself doesn’t mean you’re lazy.” He shuffled through the cards. “Oh, this’ll be very interesting. Do you think I talk too much?”

“No.”

“True.”

Remus sat back in his chair, a pleased blush coloring his cheeks. “Wasn’t expecting that. Good answer, I love you. Do you think we’ll get divorced someday?”

“Oh, god, no.” Sirius’ previous self-satisfaction turned to revulsion. “I don’t even want to think about that.”

“True,” Mark said again. “For someone who said he was good at lying, you’re very honest.”

“No point in lying with that thing around, is there?”

Remus shrugged. “Saves time, for sure. Have you kissed any of our friends?”

“Yeah,” he snorted.

To his credit, Mark didn’t even let a smile slip through. “True.”

“Do you enjoy getting stopped in public by fans?”

“Fans, yes. Ex-fans who take it upon themselves to explain why I shouldn’t be gay, no.” He paused, then shook his head with a smile. “I’m not good at talking to people, but I do like it when people say hello. It’s cool.”

“True.”

Remus raised his notecards. “Two left, and the first one is hella morbid.”

“Hella,” Sirius murmured, earning himself a teasing glare.

“Watch it. If I died, how long would you wait to get remarried?”

The playfulness dropped away. “What?”

“If I died, how long would you wait to get remarried?” Remus repeated.

Sirius looked horrified by the very thought. “I wouldn’t.”

“True,” Mark said, seemingly uncaring about the alarm on Sirius’ face.

“Even if it happened tomorrow?”

“First of all, thanks for my new nightmare. Second, no. I wouldn’t get married again.” He kissed Remus’ forehead gently. “Let’s not test that, though. Like ever.”

“Deal. Ready for the last one?”

“As long as nobody else is in danger of death.”

“I dunno, it’s a tough one.” Remus gave him a solemn look across the table. “I need you to be really honest with me on this one. Do you think you have better hair?”

Sirius blinked at him, then burst out laughing. Even Mark’s lips twitched into a suppressed smile. “Oh my god.”

“What’s so funny?” Remus asked, completely poker-faced. “This is important, honey. I’m really counting on you to be genuine with me here—”

“You can’t even—” Sirius broke off again and gestured to Remus’ face, which turned steadily pinker as he bit down a grin. “You can’t even keep a straight face.”

“My face is the only straight thing about me. You know this. Answer the question.”

“He’s trying so hard,” Sirius managed as he looked to the camera. “So hard, mon dieu.”

“Shit,” Remus muttered as he finally gave in and hid his laughter in the crook of his elbow. “We were doing so well until now! It’s the last question, just answer it!”

Sirius wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and nodded. “I do think I have better hair, but I love yours, too.”

Mark chuckled. “True.”

“It would help if you finally got a haircut that was different from the one you’ve had since you were thirteen.”

Remus closed his eyes, sighing. “Y’know, exposing my haircut choices for the entire internet to mock really wasn’t how I planned this day going.”

“Isn’t that the point of this whole video?”

“Mark, I’m not sure if we owe you an apology or not, but thank you for putting up with us.” Remus turned back to the camera with an easy smile. “Thanks for joining us today, everyone. Make sure to like and subscribe to Lion Pride for more videos like this!”

#sirius black #remus lupin #coops #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #social media #lion pride #lie detector

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psychicdreamfriendoperator · 3 years ago

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may I ask for headcanons on how the Shishigumi would deal with falling for someone from one of the rival gangs in the BAM? thank you!

Hope this is what you meant haha!

— Psychic

General Headcanons

While it's discouraged, members of other gangs hook up all the time.

The secret is to not be caught.

Ibuki

He has great pride in being part of the Shishigumi.

That pride extends to his sexual and romantic life- he isn't entirely opposed to dating someone from a rival gang.

However, he wouldn't go out of his way to do so, either.

He reflects on himself fairly often— during one of his reflections, he may decide to see where a relationship with a rival gang member will take him.

While he doesn't doubt that the Inner Circle will be supportive (or at least, ambivalent about everything), he goes out of his way to keep everything under wraps.

Neither of you expect the relationship to last for too long ... but that won't stop either of you from enjoying the ride.

Dolph

Similar to Ibuki in that he has a great pride in both himself, and the Shishigumi.

However, unlike Ibuki, Dolph is far more flexible with that pride.

He doesn't sleep around much, nor does he have more than one partner at a time.

As criminal as his lifestyle is, Dolph is very much a gentleman . . . a very gruff gentleman, anyways.

His serious personality can prove stifling— in other words, he's a bit of a stick-in-the-mud.

He ultimately doesn't care who knows about his relationship, but he won’t take any chances, either.

The less people that know of his relationship, the better.

Free

He hooks up with anything that moves, really.

He does have standards of course . . . but they're limbo dancing with the Devil in Hell.

To his credit, he has more or less stopped dating more than one person at once.

It's not good to cheat on your partner, but this is especially important when your partner is part of a gang.

Offend a high ranking member of one of the larger gangs, and you risk sparking a war.

He isn't open about his relationship, but at the same thing, he won't hide anything.

He may seem laid-back, but even Free knows when to separate life in a syndicate from sex and pleasure.

Agata

He’s the most eager, yet also the most hesitant.

He's young, and it's certainly not uncommon for most animals his age to have gathered sexual experience.

On the other hand, he's the youngest member of the Shishigumi.

He feels as if he has to prove that he's “useful” 24/7, 365 days a years or risk getting kicked out for not pulling his own weight— this is what makes him hesitant to date any of the gang's rivals.

If he does do it, he moves in absolute secrecy. Ironically enough, this only leads to the other lions growing increasingly suspicious.

Imagine his surprise when the other lions don't give a damn about his sex life, or express surprise that he hasn't been sleeping around more!

Hino

Hino has no shortage of animals at his disposal ... though, his relationships tend to be short-lived flings.

He breaks them off under the pretense of it being “bad for business”.

It's little different for relationships wherein his partner is in a gang; they enjoy each other’s company for a few weeks, and then, Hino breaks it off.

He’ll be open to a relationship, but he won't go looking for one; bonus points if his partner is low maintenance.

Others have taken Hino’s tiredness as disinterest in not only them, but in the relationship itself.

He has trouble sleeping sometimes, so it helps to have a lover who is understanding of that fact.

Dope

Like Hino, he’s open to a relationship, but he won't advertise it— that's asking for trouble.

He knows what type of animals the BAM’s gangs attract, and as a result, he’s very hesitant with dating around.

He's part of the Shishigumi’s inner circle, so he must keep his guard up as well.

At first, he will be very suspicious of his partner, but as time goes on, he relaxes a bit more.

Not completely, but a reasonable amount.

You can't ever put your guard down in the Black Market; no amount of talking will save you from a bullet through the skull, after all.

Miguel

He dates around often, but he is nowhere near Free’s level.

Don't be surprised if he flaunts his high status in the Shishigumi. Unlike other animals, he has the strength to back up his boasting.

He has given up trying to hold a stable relationship.

He would rather not have a partner.

He knows that his line of work is dangerous and risky; not just for him, but for a lover as well.

With he and his partner being established criminals . . . well, that gives Miguel a bit more peace of mind.

It means that his other half can protect themselves.

Jinma

He doesn't date around at all; as a result, his partner was probably the one to instigate the relationship.

Jinma is more or less the Shishigumi’s head informant— he knows all about the BAM, and his knowledge extends to its inhabitants, too.

His partner shouldn't be surprised to see a dossier filled with information about them, and the syndicate they are part of.

Don't doubt the influence he’s built up in the Black Market.

He doesn't ever truly drop his guard . . . it's nothing personal, honestly. Life in the BAM isn't the best, and you need to prioritize your own survival.

Still, Jinma will use his various intelligence networks to ensure his partner's safety.

Sabu

He's getting on in his years, now.

He doesn't have an interest in chasing after women, men or other animals.

Perhaps then, he meets another, middle-aged animal he can bond with.

Not many animals survive to their 40th birthday in the Black Market— even moreso if they are in a syndicate.

He's a member of the Shishigumi through and through, so, he may not be willing to commit to a full relationship at first.

If he does commit, don't expect Sabu to be at his partner's every beck and call.

He will, however, be there if his lover needs him.

Contrary to what others may believe, Sabu knows how to treat a loved one right.

This doesn't mean that he will hold back should the Shishigumi and his partner's gang fight.

He will, however, take the time to check up on his partner after.

It isn't the best arrangement, but this is what a criminal life in the Market leads to.

#beastars #beastars shishigumi #beastars headcanons #beastars imagines #beastarsxreader #beastars x reader #ask #beastars ibuki #beastars dolph #beastars free #beastars agata #beastars hino #beastars dope #beastars miguel #beastars jinma #beastars sabu

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years ago

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Can you write one where the Rogers is assigning a new recruit to each avenger for training? Loki gets the new girl and he’s irritated thinking she’s just some normal human that hasn’t a clue how to fight properly because of her petite size. When it comes time for them to spar, she gives him hell. She fights with swords and is very skilled in the art. He says something to piss her off and she ends up blasting him away with powers she never told anyone about. Loki realizes what she is since he knows the magic she used. She’s part light elf but being half human she was abandoned and left to die just like Loki was. They end up bonding and work together on the team.

A/N: I hope you like it! I didn't focus a whole ton of them working together, but I feel like you get the point. It's a bit longer than my other one shots.

The Moon And Her Darkness

Summary: Y/N, the newest avenger, starts her first day of training. An unimpressed Loki’s doubts are proved to be wrong when she reveals herself to be stronger than he knew.

Word count: 2744

Warnings: angst, dick Loki

Forever Tags: @mm2305

Your blood pumps fast through your body as you stare at the raven haired god. Ever since you joined the team, he’s been giving you dirty looks and eye rolls. You tried to not pay attention to it since you know of his past (and have been warned by Tony), but as the newest Avenger trying to prove herself, you find yourself longing for his approval.

It has been a week since Nicky Fury showed up at your home, extracting you from it, and throwing you into the lion's den you called the Avengers. You never signed up for it, but given that you were on the government’s radar for a long time, you’re not surprised. A couple mishaps here and there made them take you on their own terms. They’ve decided that having super powers is not something to be normalized and that you couldn’t live like a normal civilian.

Although you want to be home, the Avengers have already shown to be a great family. Nat and Wanda have already taken you shopping while Steve gave you a tour of the tower. As far as the others, they have been out of sight. Bucky avoids everyone, Sam with him because they’re glued to the hip, and Tony is somewhere else working on new technology with Bruce. Clint? Thor? Who even knows. You’ve been thankful for the attention they have given you.

Except for Loki.

You remember the attack in New York and you won’t lie when saying that approaching the god is intimidating. He stands with great pride and power, it’s hard not to feel small, but when he stares at you the way he does, it’s harder. He doesn’t stop looking at you as if you were a rat he found in a sandwich. Disposable. Replaceable. Disgusting. You don’t expect much from the God being that he’s only staying here out of punishment for the attacks, but you had hoped for a little something more. Even a prank or two.

When Steve told you that you were going to start training, you expected hand to hand combat like the rest, not whatever involves Loki being in the gym at the same time as the two of you. He hasn’t said a word, but just stared at you as Steve goes over some basic disabling techniques and defense. Most of it is already burned in your brain from your childhood, being a warrior and all, but you still manage to learn some new things.

But learning as to why Loki is there, that still remains unclear. Everytime you throw a punch or try to block one of Steve’s, Loki scoffs at you and rolls his eyes. He looks completely relaxed on a bench in the room, yet he could not be looking at you with a more tense gaze. He looks worried, as if you’re going to get beaten to a pulp.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” You yell at him.

Panting, you block Steve’s last hit and turn to the younger Odinson.

“Sorry?”

“Oh, don’t sorry me. Cut the crap, Loki. What’s up?”

“I believe the sky is.”

You grab a knife off the wall and aim it in his direction, startling him slightly but not even shocking Steve.

“You stare at me with daggers in your eyes and judge my every move. You have yet to even talk to me since I joined the team. What do you have against me, you ass?”

“Y/N-”

“Shut it, Steve!” You yell, quickly aiming the dagger at him before returning to Loki, “You. Talk.”

“It’s just pathetic, that’s all.”

“Pathetic? You’re calling me pathetic?”

You start to charge at Loki, but Steve quickly wraps his arm around your waist, holding you back from gutting the god.

“Y/N, I wanted you to spar with him after me,” he cuts in.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because he's a skilled fighter who matches your level.”

“Oh, so I spar with the tricker who decides I’m too pathetic to fight. He’s going to teleport or some shit and stab me like he does with Thor.” Loki’s eyebrows raise at the mention of Thor getting stabbed. “Yes, I’ve heard the stories. I’m not that naive, Steve.”

“I won’t leave you alone with him. I’ll be here to watch and guide.”

“What do you know about fighting with me? I have magic beyond belief” Loki asks the both of you.

“I know more than you think,” I spit, turning back to Steve, “Can we do something else?”

“Well, you coud-”

“I am not sparing with Loki.”

“Okay, then how about weapons? Whatever one you want to start with?”

Loki scoffs again at the mention of you fighting any other way than hand to hand combat. He’s lucky you’re on the same team as him or else you would have decapitated him by now just because of annoyance. How can a man so attractive be so obnoxious?

You walk over to the wall of weapons were Steve and quietly discuss which ones you’ll practice with. He recommends knives so you can spar with Natasha when he’s gone, but the swords are more up your alley. They remind you of your childhood, the weapon of your people. Some days, you miss them, but you know they are fighting their own battle that is too dangerous for you.

Picking up the swords, Steve warns you he is not good which makes Loki laugh again. He has the right to this time because how do you practice with a man who doesn’t know what he’s doing. You can’t last ten minutes with Cap before you’re tired of his flailing. He’s really not good.

“Loki, you wouldn’t happen to know how to use swords would you?”

“I have some experience. Asgard knights and Valkyrie used them, we were forced to learn.”

He stands and takes Steve’s sword from him. Turning to you, he smirks, taking you in. Your frame looks so small compared to his, nothing but a mortal. He’s never admit it, but he finds you slightly adorable, in a helpless baby sort of way. You take proper stance and stare at Loki dead in the eye, determined to prove him wrong.

The two of you run at each other, swinging at any unblocked area you can, yet never hitting. He blocks your swing, pushing you back but not down. Looking up at him, you scream and run, thrusting your sword towards his neck and legs. He blocks you again, but not without stumbling. Before he’s able to get up, you land a blow right to his chest, knocking the air out of him. He hooks his foot around your leg and flips the two of you over so he hovers above you, sword to throat.

“I’ll admit it, you are good, but not great,” he laughs.

He stands up and walks off, setting the swords back on their holder on the wall. You gradually stand up, fury in your bones for the way he speaks to you.

“You… are irritable!” You yell.

Right before Loki gets to the door, he turns to face you. Steve rushes to your side.

“Y/N, stop. He’s not worth it.”

“Oh, he’s not worth it, alright,” you mutter to Steve, “He’s not worth the pride. The praise. Whatever the ‘glorious purpose’ he thinks he has. He’s just an insecure little boy who needs to prove himself over others, make them feel small so he feels superior. Just a bully.”

“I’d watch your tongue,” Loki warns.

“Or else what? You’ll challenge me to a words competition? See who has the best insults or can sound like the biggest douche because I think we all know who would win! Another check mark for your book of things you’re better at than ‘midgardians’ or ‘mortals’ or whatever degrading nickname you think of next.”

Loki’s chest heaves in anger. You’ve never seen someone so angry or heard anyone yelling at you with concern like Steve. Nothing he says registers in your head as Loki’s daring looks fill your mind. You’d almost be scared if you didn’t know he’s full of empty threats. Just a scared little god boy.

“You imbecile, think you can scare me?”

“Actually, I think anything can.”

“I can take words from someone who does not know me, but to be called a coward is not something I take lightly.”

“So what are you going to do about it? Huh?”

“Nothing, I don’t waste my time on people like you.”

“Oh, people like me? Because the great Frost Giant Asgardian is sooo superior.”

“Don’t you ever say that.”

Loki rushes to your side, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you up against the wall.

“Loki, stop it!” Steve yells.

“This is not about you, Rodgers. I suggest you leave before getting in the crossfire.”

“I can’t do that. The safety of this team-”

“Is your priority. I know you are honorable, but I highly suggest you leave.”

Steve hesitates at the sound of you gasping for air. You cling onto Loki’s hand, tightly wound around your throat. His veins pop out of his hand like a dehydrated man. Steve looks back at you, eyes now closed to focus on your breathing.

“Put her down first,” Steve orders.

“Fine, always have to be the hero.”

Loki sets you down and your body goes numb. Everything hurts, your throat swelling. You gasp for all the air you can, feeling it go down your throat and enter your lungs. It’s fresh, comforting, healing. Leaning your head back against the wall, you barely open your eyes to see Steve by your side.

“Are you okay?”

Not energized enough to speak yet, you nod your head and place your hand on his shoulder. Steve looks over at you with worry before turning back to Loki.

“Leave, now.”

“Gladly.”

Loki turns to walk away, but doesn’t. He stands there to listen to you and Steve. At this point, neither of you care. You’re too focused on not dying.

“Can you breathe?” Steve asks.

You nod your head.

“I can get you help. We have a hospital room.”

“No,” you choke, “I’m fine. I just need a moment.”

Steve nods, but doesn’t listen. He gets up and leaves the room, rushing down the hallways to get a nurse, leaving you alone with Loki.

“Why haven’t you left?”

“No reason.”

“Please, just go. I’m tired of fighting. You’ve done enough.”

Loki turns to look at you. You look weak, but actually weak this time. The purple tint to your skin is fading as your lungs self regenerate as you keep breathing. Gripping onto the wall behind you, you stand up. Your knees are weak, making you wobble as you do. You’re not lying. You’re tired of Loki. You’ve barely spoken to the man and he’s made two attempts on your life in ten minutes. Sure, you teased him, but doesn’t he deserve it for being an ass.

“Weak.” He mutters.

That was the last straw. You look up at him. He stares at you as if the devil himself has entered you and your eyes glow bright red, but you know what is wrong. Holding out your hand towards Loki. A glow erupts from behind you, bright yet dark. It’s dark blue like the night sky and Loki watches it in awe. In seconds, Loki’s body is flung through the training room doors, blasting him into the wall of the hallways. He feels his rib breaking, his head hitting the wall. He yells out in pain as you slowly approach him, the anger seeping through.

“Never call me weak.”

Loki flips his head up to look at you, shock running through his body. At the sound of his body collapsing, the other Avengers come running forward. They look upon the sight of you towering over the trickster god with a look they’ve never seen before. Ethereal. Godly. You look as if you’re a queen staring at her peasant handmaid. Anger. Controlling. Power.

“What the-” Bucky mutters.

“You,” Loki gasps.

He struggles to stand as the team tries to help but he refuses. You two locked eyes but nothing was said. “You’re an elf.”

Everyone looks back at you with confused faces, but you don’t say anything. Your body goes hot at the mention of the word ‘elf’. The fire inside you fades out as anxiety places it, waiting for Loki to continue.

“I knew if someone was here to figure it out it’d be you,” you whisper.

“Light elf yes?”

“Yes, moon elf to be exact.”

“How are you here? Aren’t the-”

“Yes, they’re away. I was left to die. Our town got ransacked, everyone fled. No one stopped for me.”

“Then how are you here?”

“The Air elves. They got word of what happened and came. Found me. Took me back, but-”

“You weren’t suited. They found out.”

“Yes.”

There’s a moment of silence between you and the god. His eyes shine with sadness, tears coming to the corners. He looks at you with great pity as the wall inside you breaks.

“Can someone explain what’s happening?” Steve asks.

“Can you tell?” You ask Loki.

He nods, “Yes. Y/N is a moon elf, a tribe of light elves. They’re as high up as Asgard in the nine realms, powerful warriors. They’ve been at the center of every creature out there. People have been after them for their weapons, gems, and wealth. A landmark for every thief and warrior in the universe.”

“My town was destroyed when I was a little girl. Nobody wanted me because I was a child. I was a burden to them.”

“She was left for dead to be found by the Air Elves. Another tribe. Not as powerful. But they didn’t want her and there’s only one reason why they wouldn’t want a moon elf. She’s a half-breed.”

“Moon elves are the only ones who tolerate them. Half human, half elf. Considering many of them come from moon elves, they’re not despised, but Air Elves.”

“They dropped you off on Midgard to be picked up by someone else. I assume you hid your powers?” “I had to. I acted out once when I was little and my parents freaked out. They sent me away. I lived in a orphanage before some group took me, trained me, helped me hone in my powers. They saved me.”

“Until you got to old and left.”

“Didn’t know where to go. I became a waitress at some back alley bar, lived above it in an apartment with my manager. Lived paycheck to paycheck.”

“Then?”

“Nicky Fury came to me. I was on SHIELD’s radar and they wanted me on the Avengers.”

The room goes silent. Throughout your talking you missed the way Loki got considerably closer to you. You practically stand right under his nose. Loki raises his hands and places them on your shoulders, getting your attention. You two look each other in the eye for a long moment.

“I am… so sorry.”

You feel the tears forming in your eyes as Loki pulls you into his chest, holding you by your waist. The team watches in awe as the closed off god embraces you. Slowly, everyone leaves you two in the hallway. An hour goes by as you cry in Loki’s eyes.

Eventually, Loki picks you up bridal style and brings you to your bedroom. He helps you get dressed for the night and settled in bed before you grab his hand, making him turn back to face you. His eyes are no longer riddled with anger or hatred, but kindness and pity. He looks at you like you’re a little lamb to be protected.

“Yes, darling?”

“Stay with me?”

He nods before undressing and getting in bed with you. He pulls you close, your head leaning on his chest, and places an arm around your waist.

Every night goes on like this. No matter what happened in the day, even if you two got into an argument, Loki always found his way back by your side in your bed. You would have never expect it from how he treated you at first, but after the last few months since you met him, you find yourself growing closer to the god.

Loki slips into your bed for what feels like the 1482nd time. Resting your head on his chest, Loki pulls you close to his body.

“Goodnight, darling.”

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ivachism · 3 years ago

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Empathy

She was obviously new. He’d never seen her before, which didn’t necessarily mean this was her first trial, but it may as well have been.

Each generator she touched would short at least once. She unhooked others at the wrong time, she ran either too much or too little, and she healed sloppily.

It was no surprise then that she was the first to die. He felt no remorse. If anything, he was doing her team a favor by getting her out of the way.

It was quite some time before he saw her again, not that it was easy to keep track of time in the void. It could’ve been weeks, it could’ve been years.

The entity conducted this particular trial in Legion’s home turf, an abandoned ski lodge on Mt Ormond. The only familiar thing in this alien realm. The chill seeped through his jacket as wisps of snowflakes flurried around him. The cold was one of the few sensations he felt anymore and he enjoyed it immensely; the way it burned his lungs, made his fingers cramp around his blade, and stung his nose.

He immediately set to work, striding through the arena and looking for any sign of movement.

It wasn’t long before he found the survivors, three of them. They scattered like roaches the moment they saw him and the sight sent him into a frenzy. Picking the weakest survivor out of the bunch, like a lion chooses which antelope to hunt down, he gave chase to a rather muscular man with a mean sneer. The man ran with a heavy plod and he evaded poorly.

In the real world, outside of the fog, Frank wouldn’t have gone head to head with the brawny man. Frank wasn’t stupid- his talents didn’t lie in brutal strength. He was more… specialized in his methods, bloodletting being one of those.

But here, in the Entity’s realm… he was strengthened beyond human limits. Frank knew from experience he could easily heft that man onto his shoulder and chuck him up onto a hook with nary a sweat.

Frank was so, so close. His arm was reared back, ready to plunge deep into the man’s retreating back.

His blade descended

…and he was instantly met with a pallet slamming down on him.

The flash of pain snapped him out of his frenzy and he doubled over, vision flickering as the inhuman rush of adrenaline was cruelly snatched away from him.

That was one thing about the Entity. It gave but took at the same time. At a glance, it would seem it favored its killers, but that wasn’t the case at all. It took great pride in always keeping these sick trials as ‘fair’ as possible.

So if Frank was given an amazing power that doubled his speed? Well, the drawback of when he lost that power was what felt like battery acid sizzling through his bloodstream and eating at his brain. Gaining his bearings, he looked up.

The man was nowhere to be seen, but the elusive fourth survivor had been found. She stood across the fallen pallet, staring at him like a doe in the headlights. In the distance, the brawny man was running far away, leaving her to the full brunt of Frank’s attention.

His anger surged, fueled by his frustration of a lost kill, and he juked to the right. She mimicked the action to the left.

Frank sneered beneath his mask. It was going to be one of those games, was it? Unluckily for her, he fed off the chase and was more than happy to oblige her. Fuck protecting the gens. She was falling to his blade, one way or another. She met his concealed gaze one long moment before turning on her heel and sprinting.

He was momentarily taken aback by her speed but was easily goaded into the chase at the sight of her retreating back.

Her improvement was glaringly apparent and he reluctantly acknowledged that she gave him a run for his money. She evaded him with an innate intuition and skill and distantly he admired her. She had become the backbone of her team, looping him around and around as the rest of the survivors took advantage of his split attention and worked on the generators that would lead to their escape. But she could only hold her own against him for so long as his bloodlust grew by the second, fueling his speed.

He dragged his knife down the length of her back. She crumpled to the ground with a squeal, whimpering softly as he wiped her blood from his knife. He met her gaze from behind his mask. The usual expression of a downed survivor when they looked at him varied. It could be terror, disgust, fury, or a combination of them all. He was intimately familiar with each.

So he was surprised when she simply gazed at him with acceptance, resting her cheek on the frozen ground.

Their breathing echoed one another, both heaving from the exertion of their long chase.

Finally he broke the trance she’d put him in, grabbing the back of her jacket and hefting her onto his shoulder with a grunt.

She echoed his sound, wheezing as his shoulder dug into her stomach.

She reached down and grabbed fistfuls of his jacket, bunching the fabric in her pain as he strode towards the nearest hook. Her screech was long and loud as he hefted her onto it and she instinctively tried to curl in on herself. It pierced through her shoulder, the only thing keeping her suspended was her collarbone holding the weight of her entire body.

Frank waited until she calmed down. Once he got another glance of those piercing eyes of hers, he was satisfied.

He continued on his way without looking back. He had survivors to kill. They’d had enough of a head start as it was and they had their dying teammate to thank for that.

The rusted hook piercing her body was warm with her blood, the only heat in this chilled hell.

She’d never get used to the pain of being hooked. The only thing that kept her afloat was the knowledge that her friends would come to rescue her eventually. So she grit her teeth, ignored the pain, and held on.

Through some twisted sorcery of the Entity, she was able to see the auras of all of her teammates. It always served as a moment of sweet relief when she would get to see someone rushing to her aid.

Only… no one was coming. One generator, two, three, four dinged with completion, and still no one came for her.

Her hands were beginning to slip on her own blood as the Entity steadily morphed into existence around her.

With a shriek, she just barely caught the descending spider-like leg of the Entity as it tried to pierce through her middle, having to rely solely on the hook to suspend her entire weight.

The agony was almost unbearable as she struggled on the hook and kept her demise away with what little arm strength she had.

It felt like she struggled forever, an eternity of blinding pain.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone’s aura approaching her. David. Her split attention cost her as her arms went slack, the muscles refusing to do anymore. Her screech was cut short when strong hands hoisted her from the hook, just barely evading the piercing legs. She sank to the ground, curling into herself and fighting the tears burning in her eyes.

She thought she’d been abandoned. She looked up with eyes swimming in gratitude. He wasn’t looking at her though, not even moving to heal her. He was looking to his right, panicked, and she followed his gaze. Legion rounded the corner abruptly, knife raised high.

He brought it down on her teammate.

At least, he would’ve, if David hadn’t shoved her forward into the killer’s chest.

He just barely stopped his swing, millimeters from her stunned face. Legs weak, she slithered down his body into a bloody tangle of limbs at his feet, stunned speechless.

In the confusion, David took the opportunity to sprint away, leaving her once more to deal with the killer.

It took a few seconds for her sluggish mind to process what the hell just happened and when she did understand she wished she’d just died on that hook. At least then she wouldn’t be aware of the absolute betrayal she’d just suffered from. Her team was going to allow her to die on the hook. And when David had come to rescue her, it was only to use her as bait to aid in his own escape.

It was enough to make her want to cry. She’d done so much for them. Had given her life so many times to save their own. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, where one person had to make a tough decision between their survival and another’s. But never had it been so blatantly treacherous, the obvious sacrifice to save his own skin glaringly apparent.

David was long gone and she was left alone with the killer.

She waited for the plunging knife of the brutal killer that stood over her, panting with exertion. Legion, she believed his name was. She’d only ever gone against him once, and that was so long ago that she hardly remembered him. That had been her very first trial, if she remembered correctly.

He stared at her for a long moment before leaning over her prone figure. She flinched harshly and he paused in his movement. When she stilled, more out of pain than trust, he continued reaching forward. His bloody hand combed through her hair, grabbing a fistful of strands and not ungently tilting her head so she could meet his gaze.

She couldn’t stop the breathy whimper that escaped her throat, so quiet that she herself barely heard it.

Legion’s head cocked to the side at the sound, and she felt the weight of his gaze like a physical thing. It was an out-of-body experience to look into the eyes of a killer, just visible through the crude circles of his mask. He slowly knelt, resting his weight on the back of his heels and releasing his hold on her hair, gently setting her limp head back against the ground.

“They left you for dead.”

Her heart stuttered at his voice. She’d never heard a killer talk before, had been half-convinced they were simply mindless servants of the Entity, zombie-like in their mission to kill and incapable of speech. She wondered what he looked like underneath that mask of his. His body was obviously normal from what she could tell. The only thing that distinguished him from a survivor was his mask. Without it, he could easily blend in with the rest of them, sitting amongst them at the campfire. What a scary thought. Surely the entity wouldn’t choose someone so normal looking to be its champion, right?

“Doesn’t that make you angry?” he prodded.

Was it against the ‘rules’ to talk to him? Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea. Honestly though, at this point, she couldn’t be bothered to care. She cleared her throat of blood and rasped, “Not angry.” When she was met with dubious silence, she elaborated. “It just makes me… sad. Betrayal hurts. I helped them and they left me. I don’t understand what I did wrong. I don’t…”

He seemed to mull something over, tapping his knife absentmindedly against his knee.

“Never seen anything like it,” he mused.

She didn’t know how to respond so she simply watched him as he seemed to mull something over.

“Alright,” he sighed, getting to his feet laboriously. She groaned when he grabbed ahold of her arms and dragged her across the frozen ground. He leaned her against a brick wall that semi-enclosed the hook she’d almost died on.

When she bonelessly began to slide to the side, he righted her again. She was struck by the carefulness of his hands, in the way he settled her more comfortably against the wall. Her throat tightened with some strange emotion and her eyes watered when he went to the trouble of straightening her rumpled shirt for her and wiping some of the blood splattered on her cheek away with the back of his wrapped hand.

“Stay here,” he said, looking at her with the single-minded focus of a predator.

She slowly nodded despite her confusion. “Alright…”

He twirled a lock of hair around his finger before rumbling, “Good girl.”

And then he vanished, striding away with the sinewy grace of a leopard and leaving her a blushing, heartbroken mess.

There was only one generator left. She expected the alarms of the escape doors to rip through the frozen air any second now. But nothing happened. The only thing she could hear was the agonized screams of her teammates, one by one. Since she wasn’t on the hook, she could no longer see their auras. There was nothing left to do but wait and appreciate one of the few maps not shrouded in total darkness. If she concentrated very hard she swore she could feel some muted sunlight touch her numb cheeks.

By now a sizable puddle of blood had formed around her. Her entire face tingled and her vision faded in and out periodically. It wouldn’t be long before she would bleed out- not the worst way to die in a trial, she supposed.

The crunching of approaching footsteps woke her from her daze. It was Legion, crouching over her. He didn’t pause, wrapping his hands around her waist and leaning forward so her torso could fall over his shoulder.

A groan escaped her as he lifted her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, the other against her side. He completely bypassed several hooks.

Her fuzzy mind didn’t even bother to linger on what he intended to do with her, not when his body heat was seeping through their layers of clothing to warm her in this wretched realm.

She began to wrap her arms around his neck, shifting awkwardly on his shoulder to do so. He stiffened and came to an abrupt stop. “You hurt me and I’ll kill you,” he growled.

She nodded against the crook of his neck. “Okay.” She gently tightened her grip around him, in no way harming him or obstructing his breathing. He remained still for one long, indefinite moment, before he resumed his stride. She lightly held him and enjoyed the simple pleasure of human contact. It made her skin tingle pleasantly. She reasoned that this sudden bout of affection was due to her considerable blood loss, though Legion had nothing to excuse why he was indulging her.

They suddenly emerged into a snowy clearing.

It was a massacre.

Blood, guts, the jarring ivory of bone. It littered the clearing in droves. Two lumps were barely recognizable as human bodies, maimed so badly that it was impossible to tell who they were. Steam swirled in the air from the corpses as their wet gore slowly cooled.

But the third was alive, moaning in pain. David.

He was laid out on the ground much like she’d been when he’d left her to die.

Legion suddenly crouched, leaning forward so her weight slid off his shoulder. The entire world darkened as her head spun. As she adjusted, he balanced her like earlier, making sure she didn’t slump into the dirt.

David only just then noticed the two other presences in the clearing.

“The fuck?” he rasped.

That drew her attention, snapping her out of her daze as quickly as if she’d been stabbed. She was painfully aware of the hostility in David’s eyes and she couldn’t help but feel guilty. She should be helping him, right? No matter if he’d done her wrong, she shouldn’t repeat his evil deed. At least, that’s the way she’d been raised. Don’t respond to negativity with negativity.

But, she thought wryly, her parents probably never factored being in an eternal hellish void into the equation. Perhaps there were loopholes to how kindly she should be treating people.

So she allowed herself just the tiniest bit of satisfaction in seeing her traitorous teammates laid out before her like a gory platter. And the main course? David, broken and bleeding before her as she’d been not half an hour earlier.

And the man that put this all together stood over her, tapping his blade against his collarbone absentmindedly.

He suddenly moved, bending over at the waist to come face to face with her, jarringly close.

“What do you think? Did I do good?”

‘This is amazing. Wonderful. The satisfaction I’m feeling is like a drug. You did God’s work, you sweet, sweet angel,’ she thought.

Of course, she couldn’t say any of that. It was bad enough thinking it- admitting it out loud would condone her beyond salvation.

“What the fuck is this?!” David said again, fury tightening his voice. If his body wasn’t broken, she was sure he’d be tensed, ready for a fight. As it was, however, he looked like an animal in its death throes, defiant till the end. “Did you do this? Make a deal with this sick fuck?” He heaved for breath.

She hoped he was as scared as she had been, just as she hoped he felt the same heartbreaking betrayal that her team had inflicted on her.

Legion, tiring of her silence, sighed and straightened. “Of course, I could help him stand up if you want. Let him get away. You can take his spot on the hook,” he said condescendingly.

That jolted her out of her musings and she looked up at him, shocked.

“Hmm? Gonna be a little saint and forgive him?” He began walking towards David, looking back at her over his shoulder.

“Don’t touch me, you sick bastard,” David snarled as Legion stood above him.

He ignored him in favor of staring at her.

“I’ll take that for a yes,” he said to her silence.

But as he reached down to pull David up, her sharp voice echoed in the still air, rushed and ruthless.

“Wait!”

Legion immediately did as asked, straightening back up with a quiet chuckle.

She couldn’t help but feel like she’d just proven herself to him, had passed some sort of test. She shouldn’t be feeling pride from that, but here she was.

“Sorry bud,” Legion crowed jovially. “Looks like you won’t be getting out of this one.”

David snarled, strained to look in her direction. “This is on you, you fucking cunt. You’re killing me.” To Legion, he sneered, “Why you doin’ it, huh? She give good head?”

In a move as fast as a snake striking, Legion flipped David onto his back and stood over him, legs on either side of him. His voice dropped to a low drawl, icier even than Ormond’s snow. “I don’t tolerate cowards.”

“You fucking bitch,” David snarled, maneuvering to glare at her with pure fury. “You’re going to pay for this! Nobody will trust you after this, stupid cunt, not after I tell them-” his voice sputtered into a wheeze when Legion drove his foot into his stomach, leaning his entire weight into it.

“Don’t ignore me,” he hissed. Looking over his shoulder, his voice suddenly brightened into a coo. “Sit back and watch, sweetheart. I’ll make it extra special for you.”

And he did. He tore into David with a brutality she’d never seen before, hadn’t even thought possible. She lost track of the number of times Legion drove his blade into him. The sharp click of his knife scraping bone could be heard even over the sound of David’s screeches.

Legion drove his blade deep into David’s heart, wrapped both hands around the hilt, and threw his entire weight backward to open up his chest cavity.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Legion sat back on David’s thighs and stared up at the sky, shoulders slumping. He looked blissed-out, chest heaving for breath and covered in blood.

That picture would be forever ingrained in her mind.

She wasn’t sure how to feel. She was the reason David was now a steaming pile of mush. It was her fault. But that wasn’t what made her queasy. What made her feel sick to her stomach was the satisfaction she felt during the entire act. She felt… amazing. Justified, avenged, a moment of instant karma that she got to be privy to.

And the person she had to thank was lolling his head to the side to take in her reaction.

Whatever he saw, it made him chuckle. “Glad you liked it.”

She should’ve argued, denied it. Instead, “Thank you,” she whispered, voice heavy with sincerity. “Thank you.”

Legion went still as stone. She wondered how long it had been since he’d been shown even a sliver of gratitude. He’d probably not done much to prompt any of it, of course, but this was different. This went beyond teasing the entity; it was a denial of its very rules set into place. And even if he used the entire situation as an excuse to inflict more brutality than normal, it was still in the name of making a situation right.

It made her want to cry.

Everything briefly went black and when she opened her eyes, Legion was standing over her prone body, head tilted to the side.

“Blood loss,” she murmured, pale as a ghost and becoming paler by the second. She didn’t have much longer.

“Better make this quick then.” His voice was barely audible over the ringing in her ears. “Arms.”

She lifted them obediently and he ducked his head through them, allowing her to wrap them around his neck as he lifted her. She was more than grateful when he held her to his chest instead of hefting her over his shoulder. In this position she could rest her head against him. His bloody clothes didn’t bother her in the slightest, instead serving as a reminder of the deed he’d done for her. And he was so warm. The solid beat of his heart was her own personal lullaby as she timed her breaths with his in perfect synchronicity.

She turned her body into him as much as possible. The saccharine sweetness of human contact made her heart ache.

She was so tired and dizzy that she didn’t bother with tensing in his arms as they approached a hook. He deserved it, she thought, her sacrifice being the only thing she could offer in return for his deeds- no matter how bloody or unasked for they were. She came back to consciousness when he jostled her lightly in his arms. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep.

“Staying with me?”

“Not quite,” she slurred. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a hook. “There’s one,” she said, nodding in its direction. “I don’t have much longer. The entity won’t be as pleased if I die from blood loss rather than being hooked.”

“You’re an eager one, aren’t you? Why would a survivor care about whether the entity is happy with a killer?”

“You’re not just a killer. Not anymore. Not to me.”

He was silent for a long, long time, though he never stopped walking.

“Hey,” she said, moving weakly in his hold. “You passed it.”

“If you really think I’m going to kill you after going through all that effort, you’re going to need to get your head checked, sweetheart.”

If she had the blood to spare, she imagined it would be flooding her cheeks at that moment. What was with him and his little pet names? Very un-killery.

She decided she liked it.

“Where’s the fucking hatch…” he hissed under his breath, looking around vainly.

She was becoming dead weight in his arms, head lolling back to dangle over his arms. He shifted her so her head rested once more against his chest, reaching a hand up to hold her head in place. Her hair was soft as silk.

“I swear to god if you die on me…”

She chuckled breathlessly. “That’s an odd thing for a killer to say.”

“I thought I wasn’t just any old killer?”

She smiled. Her lips were blue. “That’s true.”

Her eyelids were beginning to flutter and he felt helpless for the first time in as long as he could remember. The one fucking time he actually decided to let someone live and he couldn’t even do it. Was this the work of the entity enforcing the rules of its little game? That killers and survivors weren’t meant to interact?

“It’s okay,” she murmured as if reading his thoughts. “I don’t mind. You’ve done enough for me.”

He frowned down at her.

“Hey, what’s your name?” he asked, cradling her limp body closer and ducking his face closer to hers.

She gave it through numb lips and he repeated it.

“You’re Legion, right?”

He chuckled softly. “That’s one of our names.”

“Our?”

Balancing her in one arm, he used the other to lift his mask just enough for her to see his smirk. “Just call me Frank, sweetheart.”

She mirrored his expression, eyes creasing with a heartbreakingly genuine smile.

She died in his arms with one last warm exhale.

She woke up once more at the campfire, and he in a different realm of Mt. Ormond.

There was a weightlessness in both of their hearts as the trial disappeared from reality, swept away by the Entity.

It was one of the most pleasant experiences they’ve had ever since arriving in this hellish realm.

She would remember him as her savior, and he would remember her as his second chance at redemption, to be something more than was expected of him.

That damn smile of hers haunted him long into his dreams, just like her skin still tingled pleasantly from his touch, warmth, and rare act of kindness.

#based on true events #fanfic #reader x dbd #dbd x reader #dbd x oc #legion x reader #frank x reader #romance #cross posted on ao3 #what is this #i'm sorry for simping #lord help me

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silkylious · 4 years ago

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Limbo (Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: bakugo katsuki x female reader warnings: heavy angst, eventual tiny bit of fluff at the end

omf this request is so nice i feel so bad that my writing is literally garbage in this, but thank you sm for requesting this!! <3 and im so sorry if i didn’t do your request justice (i legit hate my writing here :’))

To say the state of your relationship was unbearable would be the euphemism of the century.

Your thoughts often ran amuck, always hopelessly crawling back to that one despaired curiosity; wondering if he shared the same sentiment about your wishy-washy “friends” status as you did. He probably didn’t. That’s the seemingly unshakable brick wall that would inevitably dead-end your lovesick daydreams, each and every time. Though when his roughed-up hands linger on your skin a millisecond too long, when his steeled stare melts, hard rubies morphing into blazing lava pits, threatening to mar your very heart and soul with their scorching intensity –you’re not exactly certain you’d mind that– that’s when a flicker of something ignites within you. Hope, longing, doubt. Whatever it is, it terrifies you. Because you’re agonizingly aware of what that entails. He’s got you hook, line and sinker, but torturously he refuses to do anything with that. Almost like pulling someone in for a hug then abruptly and without explanation stopping midway, he keeps you at arm’s length. Not too far, not too close. And how that cycle destroyed you.

Katsuki was the type to jump into action and ask questions later. Except a lot of the times when these questions pertain to his own emotions, he didn’t even try to answer them, opting to shove them to the corners of his psyche, collecting dust, steadily accumulating until they become too much to ignore and he (sometimes quite literally) explodes. It’s a vicious loop that he could never break away from, he’d even come to find a sordid comfort in it. His coping mechanism was by no means healthy, far from it, but he’d grown familiar to the toxicity.

Katsuki couldn’t make heads nor tails of his feelings for you. Whenever he impulsively threw himself into the lion’s den that was your affection, caught in the moment, in the glimmer of genuine adoration in your eyes, he never came back the same. A piece of his heart would irreversibly split off and reside in the palm of your hand, he was scared that nothing would be left of it, that he wouldn’t be able to regain his bearings until it was too late. You so effortlessly juggled with his feelings, all with a single smile, it scared him that you had so much power over the fluttery sensation in his chest and yet, in the moment, it felt good. It felt so good to indulge in whatever fucky feeling was messing with his head, to let you hold him in the depths of obscurity with all prying eyes shut and what little words exchanged hushed. It felt so alleviating to feel skin on his own (for once not in battle), gentle, comforting but not coddling. It was unspoken between you that you were both more than friends. You knew it, he knew it. Neither of you ever mentioned it. What neither of you knew, however, was how far the other’s feelings ran.

But as high as your silent love made him feel, he crashed back down into the concrete when he was left to his own devices. Without your intoxicating scent, distracting touches fogging his rationality, Katsuki had all the time in the world to overthink. And overthink he did. His pride picked apart the delicate flowering in his heart, ripping it petal by petal until nothing was left but a garden of beautifully withered leaves, a condemnation to what he considered a weakness.

Katsuki was a taker by every sense of the word. Basking in your wispy adoration, only to brush you aside in favor of focusing on academics once he’d had his fill of your love. It was sickening.

Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t outright confessed to him, maybe that’s what soothed the overbearing guilt that crawled up his throat whenever he saw that dejected face of yours, the one you made because of him. If your feelings for him ran deep, surely you would have said something by now, at least that’s what he thought. Or more precisely, that’s the excuse his mind conjured up in hopes of easing his conscious, trying to convince himself that self that yes, he was hurting you, but at least he wasn’t hurting you that bad. He was infinitely aware that this doesn’t put him in any sort of moral high ground, nor does it justify his actions, but, again, it was a last-ditch effort to relieve his anguish if just by a little bit, even if he knew that excuse was bullshit.

Surely he knew, there’s no way in hell someone as hawk-eyed as him didn’t notice the tyranny he held over the porcelain pitter-pattering of your heart, didn’t notice the fleeting, love-filled glances you sent his way. This was getting ridiculous, you were starting to believe he was taking some twisted sense of pleasure from your heartache, but he wouldn’t do that, right? He didn’t derive some sick kick out of having you indefinitely under his thumb, at his beck and call… right? A few months ago, you would have answered those uncertainties with a resounding “No!” defending his cruel behavior till the bitter end. But now…

Now you weren’t so sure.

And yet you still found yourself in his dorm, on his bed. It was supposed to be another study gathering, but one thing was glaringly missing. Y’know… the gathering. Kirishima was out training and he hadn’t bothered to invite the rest of his brain-dead, self-proclaimed squad. And that’s how you found yourself alone. With your best friend and secret crush. Just dandy.

Your hands were restless. Pulling at the seams of his blanket, cracking your own fingers, picking up your pencil for a brief moment of concentration, answering one or two questions only to drop it back on the mattress again and fidget some more. Katsuki wasn’t fucking blind, and your unease was ticking him off. Though he surprisingly hadn’t said a thing about it just yet, he was clearly nearing his wit’s end. His silence didn’t prevail for much longer, the meek sigh and not so subtle glance you chanced his way being his tipping point.

“What.” It came out as a statement, a demand rather than a question. What was he demanding? He hadn’t thought of that yet, his temperamental limbs already taking the wheel and pressing on the gas without a destination in mind, just being short fused for the sake of it. Was it even his place to be making demands in this situation? Katsuki knew the answer to this one like the back of his hand, a solid no.

“What…?” You really had no idea what Bakugo was expecting with a question like that. He still had the audacity to roll his eyes.

“The hell’s got you so jumpy?”

“It’s nothing…” It was a lot more than nothing, that’s for sure.

“Don’t lie to me, (name). What the fuck is up with you?” Ah, there it is again. That look. His words were as cut-throat as ever, and his mouth was still pulled into that seemingly permanent scowl. But his eyes conveyed something that was whole worlds asunder from his harsh tone. Golden brows furrowed as they usually were, though unusually upturned just the slightest bit. You despised that look. It ensured that you’ll forever be caught in his grasp, forever there for him when he never spared you the time of day.

Your lungs constricted by a force of gorgeously wretched agony. Katsuki wasn’t fair when he bared his soul to you like this, it filled you with such fervent euphoria that torrefied its way through your being, singeing your veins with luminous infatuation. And it hurt. Because you knew he’d cage himself right up as soon as the moment of vulnerability perished.

A crystalline sheen permeated your vision. This wasn’t going to end well.

“I said it’s nothing,” Your voice raised. You hadn’t meant for the words to be as frosty as they came out, but it seemed like your subconscious was utterly done with the tedium of heartbreak he keeps putting you through.

“What is fucking wrong with you? I was literally just asking why you were being so goddamn obnoxious today and then you go and make a big fuckin’ deal out of nothing!”

“Well, maybe I’m just fucking tired of giving you everything I have and getting nothing in return, Katsuki!”

Your chest rose and fell with each scalding breath that entered your lungs. The blood through your veins was pumping. Never had you been confrontational, and your sudden outburst wasn’t exactly welcome to your system. You wanted to vomit. This was not how you wanted things to turn out, you absolutely needed to leave, distance yourself from the emotional strain he was inflicting on you.

Without taking notice of the panicked glint in the cherry red of his irises, you bolted out of the suddenly claustrophobic room, leaving Katsuki to stare at his agape door before flickering his unfocused attention to your supplies still laying on his bed.

Katsuki erupted time and time again, with you being as patient as a receiving end could ever be. It’s specifically because of your godly patience that he never considered what he would do once you erupted.

With your back sliding down your dorm room door, and little friction stopping your descent, you wondered and maybe even wished he’d call after you, come banging on your door with bristling apologies on the tip of his tongue. However, the jarring reality was very clear to you. You’d decided on that day, with your head buried in your tear-stained pillow, that these were the last tears you’d ever shed on him, that you were going to put him through the same wringing hell he’d put you through.

You were going to ignore Bakugo Katsuki’s existence just like he’d periodically ignored yours.

The following week had been bleak at best and excruciatingly bitter at its worst for the both of you. It was so strange having to adjust to the absence of the other, even if your company more often than not had been a quiet one, it was company nevertheless. The most grueling part though, was your shared friend group. They’d noticed that something was obviously awry, but since neither of you said a thing about it, they decided it would be best if they didn’t either. The awkward dead silences during lunch were still purgatory to behold. But after a few more slow paced days, the sun seemed to shine bright again. For you, that is.

You didn’t realize how much of your schedule revolved around Bakugo until he was completely out of it. How much time you spent with him, dreading him, thinking about him… him, him, him. He’d consumed your thoughts from the first sparks of dawn till the hallows of dusk. You had so much free time now that he was out of the picture, it was crazy. The more time you spent on yourself, on your hobbies, getting to know other classmates outside of your immediate friend circle, the duller the ache in your chest. Until it was but a static buzz. Yet you couldn’t deny that, with time, your fury had mellowed out, leaving behind a cold loneliness you couldn’t elude whenever your aimless stare landed on him, almost like it was drawn to him by muscle memory.

He was the exact opposite.

You’d think the throbbing within him whenever you finally gazed his way then instantaneously looked in the opposite direction would knock come modicum of sense into his stubborn head. But nope. And seeing you thrive without him only cemented what he already knew. He really was no good for you. So much so that it barely took anytime for you to readjust to the lack of him in your life, and not only did you adjust, you were the best he’s ever seen you both mentally and academically. In the first week of you ditching him completely, his bruised ego kept him for reaching out to you, but now, seeing that elated grin on your face –the one that had been gradually dwindling over the past few months– he didn’t want to take your newfound happiness away, he’d figured he’d done you more than enough harm already.

Heart heavy with reluctance, Katsuki made the decision to give up on your relationship. Deciding to wordlessly cheer you on from the sidelines and watch you bloom, flourishing into the person he robbed you of being for a chunk of your life, though whenever your spring hit, it would be without him. Until some day in the future where his pride wasn’t as suffocating, where he could genuinely, wholeheartedly repent his grievances and only hope for your forgiveness.

Kirishima never took Bakugo for a quitter, hell would freeze over before he even thought such a thing. So this was certainly a shock. What was even more shocking – and overwhelmingly concerning– was the fact that Katsuki had willingly, on his own accord confided in him, and he’d, in his own roundabout way, taken accountability for being a gigantic douche to you. As much as the redhead respected his friend’s decision to stay clear of you, he couldn’t help but wish you’d just talk to one another for once. Kirishima really was a saint, having to listen to two idiots ramble about how much they miss the other.

“Listen, man. I know you feel bad and all that, but maybe you should just talk to her? I’m sure she’d like some closure on this just as you do, even if that doesn’t mean things will go back to the way they were.” Eijirou tried to reason, praying to whatever higher being out there that Katsuki would just get the fuck over himself and communicate with you.

“Fuck no. That’s not fucking happening, shitty hair,” Kirishima rolled his eyes at the oh so affectionate nickname, thoroughly done with his best friend’s melodrama. Welp, I guess there’s only one thing left to try. He heaved internally, mentally and physically preparing himself for Bakugo’s tantrum.

“Well, you know that if you won’t talk to her, others will, right? I heard some guys saying they’re gonna ask her ou–”

“Shut the fuck up! I don’t give a rat’s ass who asks her out!” He definitely did. Eijirou hid his smile. Checkmate.

“Whatever you say, dude.”

Later that day, three distinctly powerful knocks woke you up. Needless to say, you didn’t think that night would end up with you and Katsuki staring each other down, seated on your bed at one in the morning. Words got stuck in his throat, so he just… noiselessly watched your face, as if trying to telepathically ram his constipated emotions into you, in hopes that you’d make sense of them. Obviously, that didn’t work.

“Did you come banging on my door at one in the morning just to stare at me, Bakugo? I mean I know I’m pretty but still–”

“Shuddup.” Not really the best thing to say to you after weeks of radio silence. You were about to make another salty remark, but he opened his mouth first.

“I fucked up,” The fact that he was acknowledging he was at fault was… something. But that wasn’t nearly enough to pay off the debt off turmoil he’d caused you.

“No shit.” You replied without missing a beat. The ice that tinged your words caught him off guard, but he really shouldn’t have been surprised. He sighed, knowing he’d have to strip himself of everything, including his pride (especially his pride) down to his very core, to have a go at a second chance.

And so, he did.

He poured his everything out for you to observe, without an ego film distorting his words. Syllables reeked of muted agony, he really had rid himself of anything and everything that wasn’t his deepest soul. He finally offered you himself just as you had done countless times before. Katsuki swore that his heart would –and always has been– explicitly yours, he’d roar that fact at the constellations above if you so wished him to. And while it would take a while to heal from coruscating blisters he’d inflicted, you were more than content mending and welting your heart with his.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo angst #this is so bad :'))#i kinda gave up at the end fuck #i literally hate this so much whats wrong with my writing #is it just me or does it suck idk #im going night night

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disney-android-foundation · 4 years ago

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Ok, I saw some people do this for other fandoms, so why not the Disney Villains? Behold...

The Android AU!

Hello you lucky user! You have decided to order one or more of our very special androids. Select the ones that appeal to you most!

Maleficent ( $4,000)

— She’s perfect for those who prefer quiet but passionate droids. She‘s also independent

- Mostly active at night but will attend daytime activities with you

- When taking outside, keep it only to an hour at most. She doesn’t want to stay outside long.

- Will get ill tempered if you are seen with an Aurora, Philip, or the three fairies droids.

- Comes with other clothing in case of rip or tear to current clothing, staff include. If you would like to add the Diablo pet bot, that will be $300 extra

- This unit is also fire proof. Her horns are very sharp so keep hands away at all times.

- She is ok with other droids in the home as long as they are not the following: Horned King, any hero droids

Hades ( $6,000)

- A sarcastic but hot headed droid. Might flirt with master. Has a long lasting battery.

- Very opinionated, he’s not afraid to tell you what’s going on in his head.

- Don’t be alarmed if unit is caught smoking, it doesn’t effect his hardware.

- Can stay outside for long periods of time. Please be prepared for any freak outs that may occur with this unit. If a Hercules, Meg, or Zeus unit is to be seen, take him somewhere else.

- Unit is fire proof as well as equipped with pyro like weapons. Be warned, this unit can and probably will use this on people or other droids. He comes with a fire extinguisher for this reason. He is NOT water proof, keep away from water - A Pain and Panic bot are available if he wants them. Cost $200 each.

- Is good with living with other droids as long as they are in the villain category.

Jafar ($4,000)

- A bit judging but is good for those who seek gossip and secrets. He will judge guests that attend the household.

- Unit may deny doing acts such as: Theft, pickpocket, or snooping.

- Like the Hades unit, He can go outside for long periods of time, as long as it’s hot. Keep him away from a Aladdin, Jasmine, or Genie unit or else he may attack.

- Comes with his usual attire along with a Sultan suit ( He may wear that more often). A snake staff is included, he will hit people in the head with this. An Iago bot can be purchased with Jafar but this unit doesn’t shut up.

- Is fire and water proof though he still doesn’t like to get wet.

- Gets along with other droids from the villain category.

Ursula ($5,000)

- If you love loud and musical women, you will absolutely adore Ursula! She also gives life advice

- We recommend that you have a large body of water area as the unit loves to swim. Will complain if there isn’t.

- Takes pride in her looks, may act hostile to you or others that may call her crude comments.

- Ursula doesn’t often want to go walking around in public unless she switches to her Vanessa mode. The Vanessa mode looks quite different from Ursula herself, but fret not, it’s still Ursula deep down.

- She may grab things or others with the 8 tentacles she is equipped with. If she grabs you with them, she’s most likely doing it in a friendly manner. If she starts to squeeze hard, simply tickling the tentacle will cause her to let go.

- Jetsam and Floatsam bots are available in pair, only $200 for both. Must be kept in water, cannot function in land.

-Gets along great with villain droids, some hero droids are ok with her as long as she agrees to it.

Captain Hook ($3,000)

- Get ready for an adventure with this unit as he loves to explore. Keep out of swamps, does not do great reptiles such as gators and crocs.

- He‘s a gentleman, often taking your coat or pulling out a chair for you. He also plays piano if there is one available.

- Comes with usual attire, as well as an iron and gold hook. His sword is also available. The Mr. Smee unit is available at $500, this unit will help with any meltdowns with Hook.

- Does not mind walks around town as long as he doesn’t have to interact with the Peter Pan or Tinkerbell unit.

- Like the Ursula unit, he is water proof. Keep him away from open flames, clothing is flammable. - Is good with any droid in the home as long as they are not annoying children

Gaston ($2,000)

- Very egotistical, we recommend that the Master of this unit be male but any female willing to stand his remarks are welcome to order.

- Unlike other units, Gaston will hunt meat for you if you live in a wooded area. Will bring home antlers to decorate, even if you don’t want them.

- He absolutely loves walks around town. If he sees a Belle unit, he will pose and flirt with her. If a Beast unit is present, take him somewhere else, he will not win that fight. If another Gaston unit is present, you will be surprised to see how protective Gaston can be of you.

- Gaston is great for heavy lifting around the house, can move items 4x his weight.

- He is ok with pets as long as they are dogs or horses. Anything other then those two, he might be neglectful of them.

- Gaston should often be the only unit in the house sense there are complaints that he does sometimes pick fights. That’s why a Lefou droid is available at $500, Lefou may feed Gaston‘s ego.

Cruella De Vil ($4,000)

- If you like loud, fashionable, and judge women, Cruella is the droid for you.

- We recommend that the master of this unit live in a big home that’s close to a city.

- Cruella will often be smoking but it doesn’t effect her hardware.

- She will usually be the one to instigate walks around town, she doesn’t care if its morning or night.

- DO NOT, we repeat, DO NOT HAVE PETS IN THE HOME OR AROUND HER IN GENERAL. She try to take their skin to make coats. That means you can not have the Scar or Shere Khan models in their animal mode in your home. You have been warned.

- Be ready to possibly empty your wallet for her as she loves to accessorize.

- She will help you pick out clothing or get ready in the morning.

- Gets along great with any villain droids, has been reported to be cruel to hero droids.

Scar ( Lion: $3,000. Human: $4,000)

- Scar is incredibly sarcastic in both lion and human models. Like Jafar, he will provide gossip.

- If purchased as a lion, Scar cannot be living with pets. The only animals allowed to be living with Scar are Shere Khan in the tiger model or Zira in the lion model. — If purchased as a human, he will be ok with pets in the home, but he isn’t always nice to them.

- Scar is opinionated and will make his voice heard if he does not agree with something.

- If you plan to take walks with Scar in the Lion model, we recommend in parks and not towns or cities as he might attack and maul people or other droids. - The human model is just fine with cities, he just doesn’t want to be out long.

- Do not order our Simba, Nala, or Mufasa units if you order Scar in any model. Other then that, he is seen to be ok with any villain android.

#Scar #Hades #Maleficent #Ursula #Cruella De Vil #Jafar #Gaston #Captain Hook #Android #Android au

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spymeister · 3 years ago

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Baby

The product of an odd grudge-fuck turning into the oddest co-parenting situation in all of history. Or perhaps, Barricade and Meister hooking up without Barricade realizing he's fragging with an Autobot- either way, Roadblock happens.

He's a chunky little thing, a protoform with two red optics instead of four, and a mouth full of sharp dentae. Pudgy hands ends in claws, and the little bit is surprisingly silent and thoughtful. They're something of a solemn bit, but affectionate with both parents despite the animosity between the two.

It's Jazz who caves first, A) because his coding compels him too, but also B) because he can't resist a tiny lil fledgling. He comes to Barricade with a stiff offer of truce, Roadblock squiggling in his arms in an attempt to get to his other parental unit.

Barricade will find himself with a squirming back of happy protoform as the smooth plates from Jazz's coding donations regard him with a happy smile, baring those sharp little dentae.

The little thing is a perfect blend of their frame types- with splayed door nubs, and clawed pedes. His frame begins to lengthen, giving him a good blend of both stocky and lean- with that insatiable curiosity that never wants to stop learning. Over time, he does start forming those little audial nubs into actual fins, though he still retains Barricade's broad facial shape.

Jazz sings to them, and plays- while Barricade enjoys the quieter aspects of the bitlet. Eventually, these playdates sometimes culminate with all three of them laying together like a small pride of lions. Barricade occasionally exerts a certain amount of territoriality in regards to the two, fighting off Decepticons that become too curious, while Jazz ferrets off Autobots that try to snoop.

It becomes obvious, that at some point- all they want is privacy as they try to figure out how to act around each other, and how best to give Roadblock the best chance of being happy.

#Jazz and 'Cade are those parents that can't stand each other #but both love their child fiercely #and will gut you if you hurt them #and in the end #realize they actually like each other #but they can't get past their attitudes until something forces them to #like a bad romcom

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jangmi-latte · 4 years ago

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❝ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 ❞

➻ content: in celebration of leona’s birthday, i give you... red wine..

➻ warnings: nsfw, seduction

➻ comments: damn, the amount of daydreaming i did just to think of this plus going back and forth the twst and owari no seraph fandom was not easy i was simping for ferid and guren ma’am/sir. this had me...HAH--

“Twenty-one and counting, my prince..”

You swirled your wine glass, the ruby red liquid swishing along with the movement of the glass. Your teeth bit on the rim, your sharp, sultry eyes looked at your fiancé who merely hummed in response while he sat on the hanging chair that was hooked on the ceiling of the balcony. It has been quite warm in the Afterglow Savannah. Leona was just wearing one of his silk robes. His chest glistened under the soft light of the setting sun, highlighting his features gorgeously.

It made you drool and crave for him. For his touches, for his rough yet soothing and warm touches to grip and mark your soft skin.

You sighed, taking a small sip of your expensive wine before placing it on the tray on your bedside table. Scooting off the bed as the blanket that wrapped around your body fell to the ground. Your dark red lingerie hugged your curves perfectly, your hips swaying as you sauntered over to the man the never fails to make your panties wet with just his mere presence.

The second prince has always been attractive.

“Leona,” you hummed, your knees sitting on both sides of his thighs as you sat on his lap. His hair was tied up in a messy bun, his emerald eyes laid closed from your view, and soft breaths left his thin lips. You pouted. Does he really want to spend his birthday sleeping?

Like you’re going to let that happen.

You leaned forward, your hands laid on his chest as your lips pressed against his jaw. The lion subconsciously moved his head to the side, his throat vibrating as he grunted lowly. “What are you doing?” he asked, opening an eye halfway.

You giggled quietly. “Oh nothing...” you teased as you continued to grace your lips across his skin. Inhaling his masculine scent, your hand trailing up to the side of his neck, you pulled him closer to your mouth. Leona simply hummed as his hands made their way towards your ass. He gripped them under his long fingers.

“If you’re trying to seduce me, you need to try harder, kitten,” he challenged, smirking. You grinned and sat up, both hands now on his broad shoulders. “I won’t back down, you know.” you licked your lips. Your fingers undid the ribbon that held his hair up, letting it drape down unto his shoulder. You racked your hand through his hair before leaning in until your noses barely graze each other.

“I’m getting impatient,” he growled, his hands pushing your ass to grind against his semi-hard cock that’s evident through his pants. You laughed lightly. “My, my. My prince is rushing,” you said. “It’s your birthday. Let me do the work,” you purred.

You leaned forward, tilting your head as your lips connected with his. Drowning each other with warm breaths with the soft sounds of birds chirping bounced through both your ears. The sun was dying at the back as you felt the delight of helplessness. The sudden swift of intensity on Leona’s lips has left you gasping for...more. To let yourself be swallowed by desire that left you dizzy and gripping on your man.

“Whimpering, now are you baby girl?” Leona purred against your lips, his teeth catching on your bottom lip, lightly tugging on it. You huffed and licked his lips. “I wasn’t,” you denied, grinding your hips on his pelvis. You untied his robe, letting it hang on his arms, before laying your lips back on his neck. Sucking on his skin, akin to leave a mark. The prince was prideful indeed. He was merely chuckling and humming as his hand swiftly went under you, rubbing your clit in one motion. You moaned, his hand stayed motionless and yet pressed firmly on your pearl.

“Not funny...” You bit down on the skin on his collarbone.

“I wasn’t playing nice.”

You pulled away, seeing as you had made dark red hickeys on his neck, smirking and breathing out a chuckle. “Mine,” you breathed out and bit your lower lip. Leona’s other hand held your jaw and pulled your face to look at him. The lust that clouded his eyes mirrored yours. Beautiful green, snake-like eyes making your body weak. The hand on your cunt began to move again. Your hips dry humping his hand as you panted. Like a lion in heat.

Your panties left ripped on the floor.

“Since it is my day today.” Leona pretended to look deep in thought before using his teeth to pull down your bra. “How about you be a good girl, and obey? No demanding, no moving,” It did not sound like a request.

It was an order.

You had to let your pride down. You were aching for his touch. To fuck you relentlessly, to scream his name, to make you tired and aching the next day. It was always the fight of dominance between the two of you when it comes to sex. Were you going to submit?

Fuck yes.

“Do what you want,” you panted. “Ruin me all you want. I’m all yours.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his deep husky voice making your panties wetter than they should be..

He pulled you up, making you stand on your knees before he began to unbuckle his pants. His cock sprang out tall, dripping with precum, red, and begging to be buried deep in your tight walls.

You looked down at his cock and let out a long moan. “Please,” you begged, your hand gripping and pupping his hard-on slowly. “I want you.”

Leona stuck his tongue out mockingly, he spoke, “Not yet.”

You whined. Your hand moving to pump his cock faster. You couldn’t bury yourself without his permission just yet. The temptation to ride him was getting stronger. Your pussy clenched and dripped for him. You gripped your breast, Leona latching on your nipples, sucking on them till they’re red. “Leona!” you cried out and pumped his cock faster.

“What’s stopping you from fucking yourself, baby girl?” he chuckled, sucking on the skin next to your nips that sent shivers up your spine. Oh fuck. How fast you were to sink yourself down on his cock. Your dripping walls tightened and swallowed him so greedily and deliciously. The breathless moan you let out, the arch of your back, and the drool the dripped from your lips was enough to make Leona laugh. The pride of him being the cause of you being such a slut.

Only for him.

Quickly, he held your hips. Not letting you move and continue to bounce yourself on his hips. You whined and tried to push your hips up, yet his rough and strong grip left you still. The prince arched an eyebrow, the never-fading smirk makes you want to bite it away. He let out a throaty moan as his lips stayed shut. “Warm. Might as well fall asleep like this.”

“Leona!” you begged. “Leona please let me mov—...hngh!” you moaned once you felt his fingers pinching on your clit. Rubbing it in between his fingers while you shivered and gasped at the shock the electrocuted up your spine. “Ah..ah..f-fuc— leona..oh!” came your noises.

Leona sat back and enjoyed your lewd noises, your slutty face as you were devoured by pleasure. Your pussy was tight, he was holding himself back from fucking you. He wanted to enjoy seeing you so vulnerable.

His fingers continued to tease your clit. His thumb rubbing up and down, squelching wet noises was heard between the two of you. You were getting wetter. So dripping wet. It was quite pink and hard, were you close?

“L-Leona fuck...I’m cumming...” you panted as your hips jolted as he increased the pressure. It was so close, the wave was coming, it was about to pop, to hit. You were so close to your orgasm, to that small release you so desperately wanted to have.

Only until you didn’t feel pleasure on your pussy anymore.

“Ah ah ah,” Leona placed his thumb into your mouth, you greedily sucked on it as he came close to your face. “Focus on me.” Your half-lidded eyes stared into his. Not knowing he has pulled his hips back before ramming into you.

You squirted.

“Fuck!” you screamed as your juices drenched the both of you. The relief, the sweet relief you had received. It wasn’t enough. You wanted more. More of his cock, his thrusts. You wanted— needed to hear him moan. You aren’t satisfied. You can still feel his cock harden even more inside you.

“Ride me, baby girl. Fuck yourself on my cock. Scream all you want. Don’t stop till I have blinded you with only me.”

Happy Birthday, Leona Kingscholar.

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heresalittlestory · 3 years ago

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The Gala Event

By The Scoop

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You’re at your desk at work one afternoon, taking a break to check your personal email. You get excited when you see that you have a message from Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys. You’ve known him for a little over a decade, as you did some work for the Milarepa fund in the 90’s. You’re kind of surprised that you’ve casually stayed in touch with him for all of these years, and even though you’d call him more of an acquaintance than a friend, he’s always been very nice and sweet when you’ve spent time together. The last time you saw him was a few years ago, when his band was in town touring their To The 5 Boroughs album.

You see some other messages in your inbox, but click on Adam’s first. He writes that the Beastie Boys will be in your town this summer to tour their upcoming record, and wonders if you’d like to hang out then. He gives the date for the show, and refers to it a Gala Event, for which you should dress up. He says there will be another more casual show the night after, and you’re welcome to come to that one, too. You don’t want to come across as being too eager, but decide to write him back straight away that you’ll be around, and would love to see him in August.

The following week, you see a news announcement about Beastie Boys tour dates, and feel special that Adam gave you a heads up about them first. Since that message, you’ve been writing back and forth more frequently, catching each other up on how you’ve been for the past couple of years. He seems a little more communicative than he was around the time of the previous tour, and you try not to read too much into that. You’ve always thought he was very attractive, but kept things professional at first with him, and then platonic, assuming those feelings only went one way. You’ve also both been in relationships over the past decade, and Adam has a daughter, Lila. You’re not exactly sure about the current status of Adam’s relationship with Lila’s mom, as it’s not something he opens up about a lot, or that gets much attention in the press.

One day Adam sends an email asking whether you’ve picked out something nice to wear yet, and he adds a wink after the question. You feel your stomach flip, as you can’t tell whether or not he’s being flirtatious. It also reminds you that you still haven’t settled on your ensemble for the Gala. You generally don’t dress up too much and aren’t in love with anything in your closet, so decide to go shopping.

At the store, after trying on a lot of things, you settle on a red dress. The color choice seems a little bold, but you look good in red, and want to stand out from others who will probably be wearing a lot of black. You feel a little ridiculous also thinking about your undergarments, but decide to buy a new bra and panties for the show, too. Even if no one else sees them, they’ll make you feel good for that night.

As it gets closer to the date of the show, Adam calls you. You’re reminded how much you love the tone of his voice and trace of a New York accent. He mentions that the band will be busy with interviews beforehand, so he probably won’t get to see you till after the show. He says he’ll put you on his personal guest list, and to make sure you find him backstage later. You say that sounds like a plan. Before hanging up, he adds “Don’t forget to dress to impress.”

The day of the show comes, it’s a Friday, and you’re feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. You tell yourself you’re being silly and to calm down: there’s never been any funny business between you and Adam before, so why should this time be any different? You’ve been single for about a year now, but you’re still not sure of Adam’s status, and Google didn’t provide any help figuring that out. In any case, you can’t help but think that you’ve picked up on some flirtation in the correspondence, and something in your gut signals that maybe you should be expecting more than just a friendly hang out tonight.

You arrive at the venue early, and feel a sense of pride seeing your name on Adam’s list. You’re also handed an access pass to use later in the night. You make your way up toward the front of the concert hall and see Adam’s bass rig, noticing that a lot of the equipment is clear, which has a cool look. There are a few bass guitars on stage, including a large upright one. You’ve always thought Adam looked sexy on the bass, and you’re looking forward to seeing him play more of it tonight.

When the band comes out and takes their places, you spot Adam in a black suit and sunglasses, he appears very dapper. His hair is a little grown out and looks really nice. You glance at the others, and though they all look handsome in their suits, Adam Yauch definitely stands out the most to you.

The band starts playing an instrumental that sounds vaguely familiar. Adam is on the upright bass, and during the song, pulls out a bow with which to play it. You’re taken aback at how hot it is when he maneuvers the bow over the bass strings. The rich, deep sound resonates through your body.

Adam switches to another bass guitar, and the band starts playing a song off the new record. You enjoy watching Adam’s large, skillful hands on the bass. He flicks the strings a lot with his thumb, and it’s hard for your mind not to wander into the gutter seeing that repetitive motion. You look at Adam intently, wondering if you’ll catch his eye, but it’s hard to tell with the sunglasses on.

When the band begins a song with vocals, the crowd gets more pumped up, and you’re excited, too. It’s cool to see them rap while playing instruments. Adam’s bass strumming has been getting to you, and now his husky rapping is, too. After a few songs, he takes off his sunglasses and jacket. He’s wearing a short-sleeve striped shirt, and a tie with some design on it, with a tie pin. You’re trying to make the out the details on Adam’s tie, and think you see a lion on it, which reminds you that he’s a Leo. You remember back to when you once looked up your astrological compatibility, not that you entirely believe in those things. You look back up and see that Adam is staring in your direction, smiling. You mouth “hey” to him, and he nods in recognition.

You feel a small jolt of electricity as the band goes into the next instrumental. Maybe it’s something about the suave outfit and his long fingers on the bass, but you’re feeling more attracted to Adam than you’ve felt at previous Beastie Boys shows. You notice other details, like his persistent gum chewing, and how he’s been taking his ear piece in and out throughout the show. You brace yourself when the upright bass comes back out. You can’t deny that you’re turned on by the way Adam strokes the bass neck and moves his fingers across the strings. You try to calm down, as you’ll be seeing him after the show, and don’t want to feel embarrassed by such thoughts. It doesn’t help that from this close, you can see his sweat glistening.

The band gets to Sabotage, and you know it’ll be the last song of the night. You see out of the corner of your eye that their keyboardist is doing some crazy moves, but you can’t take your eyes off Adam. He takes his bass off at the end of the song and picks up a water bottle. You watch Adam wave as he walks off stage, and swear that you catch him winking at you.

As the crowd starts to file away, you get your access pass out of your purse and use it to get in the back area of the venue. You’re eventually let into a room where the band is. You admittedly feel some relief when you see that Adam’s partner (or former partner?) isn’t around, as both Mike’s and Adrock’s wives are there. Mike’s young sons are running around the room too. You’re feeling pretty dehydrated, but take a glass of champagne when a tray of it is passed by you. At least you have something to occupy your hands with now. You take some sips and try to get Adam to notice you. Your eyes meet and he wraps up the conversation he was having. He walks over to you and says, “Hey, red…,” instead of calling you by your name, “love the dress.” You blush a little and thank him. You notice he’s changed from the button down top into a polo shirt. He manages to look very cute and sexy all at once. You tell him how much you enjoyed the show and seeing the full band play throughout. “Oh thanks, you weren’t too bored? It seems like some people prefer the hip hop shows.”

You notice that the room is beginning to clear out. Adam mentions that some of the band and crew are heading to a nearby bar, “I said I’d be catching up with an old friend, if you’d rather bail on that.” You’re happy that he’s mentioned an out, though you’re not quite sure what he has in mind for you both. “Hang on a sec,” Adam says as he grabs his backpack, and also something that looks like an instrument holder, “just gonna take some things back with me.”

You step out the venue door and Adam gently touches the small of your back with his free hand. A shiver goes up your spine. Adam remarks that the hotel is nearby, so you walk the few blocks there. It’s one of the nicer hotels in town. This is the first time you’ve been back to a hotel with him. It seems like it could be the prelude to a hook up, but you still don’t want to get caught up in wishful thinking.

You and Adam get in the elevator and he pushes the button for a high floor. “And here we are,” he remarks, opening the door into a large suite. “Not too shabby,” you note, looking around. “Yeah, we do alright now,” Adam responds with a chuckle. He has the cutest sounding laugh, and you love how his smile is emphasized by his overbite. You don’t think of yourself as a very funny person, but you know that Adam can be, and you hope to joke with him and hear more of his laughter when you’re together. You realize you’ve gotten a little lightheaded from the champagne. As if reading your mind, Adam asks if you want something to eat or drink. There are several water bottles lined up on the counter, and he hands you one. He opens the door to the mini bar, which is pretty well stocked. You sit down and snack together.

The conversation flows easily enough. You share a lot of cultural interests, but also fill each other in on some things that the other hasn’t heard about. Adam recommends a documentary called the 11th hour, about how dire global warming has gotten and the opportunities we have to address the situation before it’s too late. You’re not surprised to hear him sound passionate on the topic. Meanwhile, you’re slightly distracted, as you can’t help but be really curious by now about his relationship status. He’s mentioned his daughter in emails, so you think of using kids as a way to broach the topic. You mention how you saw Mike’s sons backstage. “Oh yeah, they’ve been coming along, and Lila’s been with me some of the tour, but her mom has her now.” It sounds to you like they may not be an item anymore. All you say in response is, “Oh…,” and then Adam continues, “yeah, it’s been about a year and a half actually, things didn’t work out between us. But it was friendly, well, about as friendly as those things can be. We still live near each other in the city, and pretty much share custody, so it works out at least, in that way.” You want Adam to be happy and on the one hand, are sorry to hear that the relationship, which involved a kid, didn’t work out. But on the other hand, you feel glad, as selfish as it may be, that Adam could be available now. If he’s even interested in you in that way.

You tell him you’re sorry to hear what happened, but are glad he still gets to see Lila a lot. “Yeah, being a dad, it’s the greatest…,” he starts to say, and then trails off, looking at you as if what he said may have had some effect on you. You’re a single woman in your early 40’s, so the child-bearing window may be not open too much longer. You used to think that you’d be married and a mom by this point in your life, but after your longest, most serious relationships ended in your 30’s, you haven’t met anyone who’s been that great a prospect. Adam knows some of your story already. You don’t want to bore him with extra information about the ups and downs of your love life, so you mention that you haven’t been seeing anyone for a while, and really enjoy being an aunt to your niece and nephew.

Adam moves from the chair to a loveseat and motions for you to join him. He has his arm up on the sofa cushion, which you take as a cue to sit a little closer to him. “I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight. You know, red’s a really great color for you.” You feel his eyes scanning your body, and you’re flattered to be complimented by someone so attractive, talented, and intelligent. The conversation goes to how long you’ve known each other and how you always enjoy each other’s company. You wonder why you haven’t gotten together more often through the years. Adam’s hand moves down to your shoulder, and he seems to be looking at you more intently. He’s so gorgeous from this close, with large, soulful eyes, and full lips that you want to kiss so badly. You feel yourself flushing and swooning. You take your chances and move your face a little closer to his, and are delighted when you sense him lean in for a kiss.

Your lips touch softly at first. You detect a minty flavor, which must have lingered from his gum. You inhale and enjoy his smell, it’s slightly musky, and you think of how sweaty he got during the show. You normally prefer for guys to be cleaned up, but find it a turn on for Adam to be in this state. The kiss turns more passionate soon as your tongues meet and explore each other’s mouths.

You kiss and suck at each other more feverishly, feeling the heat from each other’s bodies. You run your hands through his thick hair, and up and down his lean back. He slides a hand down along your side, it grazes the edge of your breast and then settles on your thigh. Adam moves his hand to the inner side of your knee, just underneath your dress. You squeeze his hand between your thighs, thinking of how close his fingers are to where you really want to be touched. You usually don’t get wet as easily as you did when you were younger, but it’s like Adam has opened up the floodgates inside of you. You don’t necessarily buy into everything happening for a reason, but you’re glad you’re hooking up with Adam at this stage in your life. You feel more comfortable with yourself and sexually confident now. As much as you’re enjoying kissing Adam, you decide to back out of the embrace, and see if he’s game for something different. You’d be fine having any kind of sex with him, but you want to try to make the evening memorable. You also recall how great he looked playing the bass, and that gives you an idea.

“Is everything okay?” Adam asks. “Oh yeah, I’m good, really good,” you say, reassuring him that you’re pleased with the direction in which things are moving. “I was just thinking about the show again, and what a great bass player you are.”

“Me? I don’t know, I guess if you work at something long enough.”

You’re touched that he seems so humble about his talent. “It just looks complicated. I mean, especially that big bass. I can barely strum a few chords on the guitar.”

“It’s not so hard to pick up if you practice for a while, and…,” he trails off.

“And what?”

“Well, this might sound silly, but my hands are pretty big, which makes it easier to play, I guess.” Adam turns his hands over and you hold them in yours, as your mind moves back into the gutter. You don’t think you’ve ever been with a guy who has hands quite like his.

“Why don’t you show me?” you request, pulling Adam up from the couch. “What’s that song called, Sabrosa?”

“I don’t have the bass here with me.”

You look at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, “I mean, demonstrate on me…”

Adam smirks in response, “Oh, I think I know what you’re getting at.” He stands behind you, and you ask, “Doesn’t Sabrosa mean tasty?”

“Something like that,” he answers with a

chuckle- it’s music to your ears to hear that laughter again. “Okay then, this is the hand that goes on the bass neck,” he states, putting his left hand on your breast. He arranges his dexterous fingers into some formation, as if he were playing bass notes. “And this one here, it plays the strings,” Adam continues, moving his right hand onto your crotch. He brushes his long fingers against you, as if he’s both swiping at and strumming you. Just as you’re wondering what kind of fuckery this is, Adam says, “And sometimes, you have to put your whole body into it.” He presses against you, and you feel his cock pulse against your backside. You can’t help but tremble from the ripples of pleasure coursing through you. Adam comments, “well, it goes something like that, playing the song, but the bass doesn’t move quite that much.” He giggles again. You didn’t want him to stop “playing” you, but you enjoy being teased.

“You know, I actually brought something with me,” Adam starts, and goes over to what you thought was an instrument case. He opens it and reveals the bow inside. If he doesn’t have his bass with him, you wonder why he brought the bow. You’re pleased at the forethought this would have required, and that his mind might be in the same kinky place as yours. “I like using this bow sometimes, you can get a really nice sound out of the bass with it.” Adam comes back over to you, gripping the bow as if he were about to use it on a bass. He rubs the bow string back and forth on your dress, right over your sensitive area. You make a pleased hum, and Adam brings the bow across you one more time, “Works like a charm.”

“I think you need to help me unzip my dress now,” you state. “Sure thing,” Adam replies, placing the bow back down. He undoes your zipper, but the dress still hangs loosely from your hips. “Maybe I can use this again,” Adam says, picking up the bow. You stand still as he uses the bow to nudge the dress down over your hips. Your breath quickens and you step out of the dress. You’re glad now that you splurged for the nice underwear. Adam eyes you up and down and gives a little whistle, “well you dressed to impress, and I’d say, this is also undressing to impress.” Your body isn’t as slim as it used to be, but you’re still in decent shape for your age. You’re glad he seems to appreciate you as you are.

“I think it’s your turn now,” you declare, and Adams removes his shirt and pants pretty quickly. He’s remained trim, but that doesn’t surprise you, as he’s always been a skinny guy. Seeing all his skin, and body hair, makes your groin ache even more. You get another idea, which seems a little crazy for foreplay, but you’re on a roll, and decide to speak up again. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” you declare, as you lead Adam by the hand to the king-sized bed. You tell him to lie on his back. You stand over him and strip off your bra and underwear. “I want to feel you all over, with my cunt,” you say, as you lower yourself down near his feet, “if you’re cool with that.” Adam looks at you expectantly and replies, “I’m game for whatever.”

You’re not quite sure what’s come over you. You realize you’ve had latent feelings for Adam for years, and they’re all bubbling to the surface now. And he’s so hot it’s like he’s awakened some primal instinct in you. Sure, you’ve humped guys’ thighs before when feeling frisky, or rubbed an arm against your crotch, but you’ve never done anything like what you’re planning now. You grab one of Adam’s feet, they’re large like his hands, with long toes. “So, do you have a foot thing?” Adam asks.

“No,” you blush a little, feeling kind of embarrassed, but Adam seems open-minded enough. “As I said, I just want to feel all your parts- here.” You take hold of his big toe, and move it toward your crotch. Adam’s propped up on his elbows and watching with interest. You press his toe against your labia, and rock back and forth against it. “Someone’s very wet,” Adam comments. You think how you’ll be leaving a trail along his body. You hold his foot as you move over his ankle, and then slowly slide up his shin, feeling his leg hair against you. You ask Adam to bend his legs so you can get onto his knee. “Knee fucking? Can’t say I’ve done that before,” Adam remarks, laughing again. Not in a laughing at you kind of way, but in an enjoying being your partner in crime kind of way.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” You feel kind of proud for debasing him, considering that he probably did some debauched things in his early years with the band. You move in small circles around his knee. You feel so wet and pliable, almost as if your cunt could swallow his kneecap. You’re in a nice zone where everything feels really good between your legs.

You continue with this body part exploration, sliding down his thigh. Adam’s boxers are still on and you can tell he’s semi-erect. As eager as you are to bring his cock into action, you move past it. You dip down to reach his concave torso, rubbing along the patch of hair that extends from over his waistband to above his navel. You feel the bump from his ribcage, and rub over a nipple as you move up. You ask Adam to sit up, admiring his bare shoulders. You lower yourself onto the bony part, and press against it for a while.

Adam has been watching you with bemusement. You get off his shoulder and position his arm so that his elbow juts out. You pull that protrusion into your crotch, liking how that feels as well. You’re excited to be getting close to his forearms, as you were looking at them with desire during the concert. You ask Adam to lie back down and move on top of one of his forearms. His arm hairs tickle your cunt as your slickness slides against him. You love how he’s not hairy all over but has furry forearms and legs. You feel kind of like a dog humping at him, but don’t care as it’s so pleasurable. Adam’s free hand grabs your ass. You move lower down to reach his wrist bone, too.

You get up and hold onto one of his oversized hands. You feel like your cunt could just devour it. You rub your thumb along the patch of hair that extends onto the back of his hand, and then press a few of Adam’s knuckles into your folds. You then grasp his index and middle fingers. You notice a crook in the top joint of his middle finger. These little features somehow make you hornier for him, if that’s even possible. You shove his fingers into your soaking cunt, and moan as you feel how deep inside of you they reach. Adam continues to let you be the driver; you know that he could make you come if he did something with his hands, but you’re still trying to delay that final gratification. You take his fingers out and bring them up to his mouth. You’re pleased that he reads the cue and licks at your wetness.

You motion for Adam to sit up, and brush his hair back to look more closely at his ear. Even the size and shape of this man’s ears get to you. You’ve never been so into all these details with any other guy before. It’s like he’s a perfectly beautiful creation. You position Adam’s head so you can get at his ear with your cunt, starting at the earlobe and working your way up along the outer edge. Adam shivers a little and you ask if he’s alright.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just sensitive there- a good sensitive.” You press against the ridge of his ear again and he emits a soft, low grunt.

You ask Adam to lie down once again. You’re still studying what a gorgeous face he has. You move your fingertip gently across his long eye lashes. “Yo, I’m not sure that’ll work,” Adam comments, and you both start laughing. “Okay, we’ll leave your eyes out of this,” you say, though catch him off guard as you move your groin over his hairline. You’ve been admiring his hair all evening, it looks adorable now sticking up in different directions. You feel its texture along your most intimate spots. You then position yourself above Adam’s nose- his lovely nose, with its long, strong line, and small bump near the top. Adam takes a big inhale and you gently ride his nose. You hit against his upper lip, but surprise him again by hopping off before getting to all of his mouth. “I’m moving here now,” you remark, as you sit back against the pillows and spread your legs, finally beckoning Adam to have his way with you.

“You know, I just remembered, I have one more thing in the case,” Adam says. You’re so ready for more now, but you wait as he goes into the other room to get whatever’s in the case. He comes back into the bedroom with his ear piece from the concert, dangling around his neck. That ear piece, that you watched him keep pulling out and pushing in, being turned on by the motions. Adam stands at the foot of the bed and takes off his underwear. You don’t always get that excited over the sight of a man’s cock, viewing it as more of a utilitarian appendage, but of course Adam’s looks just as nice as the rest of his body does.

“Maybe I should have gotten this out earlier, you’re probably too wet for it now,” Adam remarks, holding up one end of the ear piece. He continues, “I’ve got a spare, of course, but I don’t know what I’d tell the crew about how I wrecked this pair,” he laughs a little more. Adam comes onto the bed and rubs the ear piece along your leg, moving it up to your inner thigh. Once again, you’re thankful and pleased that he’s also had kinky ideas. The ear piece reaches the top of your thigh, then Adam places it in between your collar bones. He slides it down between your breasts, and stops above your crotch. You’re thinking how turned on you’d be if he pressed it against you there, but he touches with his finger and says, “yeah, too wet, as I knew, maybe another time.” At the mention of “another time,” it feels like your heart skips a beat.

You ask, “did you have anything else in that case?”

“Nah, that was it. I’d considered bringing a bass pick, too, but thought it could be a little too sharp,” and you both laugh together. You like how you can move seamlessly between funny and erotic moments with him. “Well, these look really soft,” you say, moving your fingers along his lips. Your cunt quivers as you trace his bow-shaped upper lip.

Adam places the ear piece on the night stand and brushes his slim fingers along your inner thighs. Then he brings his mouth to your thighs- kissing, licking, and taking little bites along the way. You’re so turned on already you feel like you might come almost as soon as his mouth touches your cunt. He’s taking his time getting to the sweet spot. He licks along where your thigh meets your groin on both sides. He then moves up and squeezes your breasts together. He starts sucking on one nipple while grabbing the other breast, and switches off. Your whole body feels on fire. Then he moves back down and kisses your labia, finally getting between them. When he starts licking and sucking at your depths, it feels amazing. You cry out in ecstasy, only wondering for a moment how soundproof the hotel walls are. You mutter “oh fuck” and “oh god” as Adam continues to satisfy you. He looks up at you, and it’s nearly too intense to meet his gaze. You grab a handful of his luscious hair as he buries his head in you again, and you rock against him. You sense the sweet release coming soon, and convulse as all the pleasure that’s been building up through the evening reaches a crescendo. You feel like you’re seeing stars.

As you slowly come back to your senses, Adam remarks, “well, I guess that worked out better than the ear piece.” You respond, “or the bass pick,” and playfully shove his shoulder. “You’ve really been great,” you say, placing your hand on his erect cock, “can I do something for you now?”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve been loving all this so far, and now I’m really ready to fuck you.”

You repeat his phrase about “another time,” and he smiles. He kneels in front of you, asking “you okay, doing it like this?” You tell him you’re on the pill, and it’s fine to proceed. You’re not even sure how functional your ovaries still are, but you’ve stayed on the pill, and trust Adam otherwise.

He doesn’t waste any time penetrating you fully, and it feels so good to be filled up by his length. As he starts moving in and out, you notice him glancing down to where the action is happening, and you think it’s hot that he’s looking. He holds onto and adjusts your legs, and begins thrusting more aggressively, emitting some low grunts. And you get noisy again as his cock hits against your deepest part. Adam tells you how great you feel. You close your eyes for a time, enjoying all the sensations.

Adam then slows the rhythm down and lies more directly on top of you. It’s nice to feel his weight. He looks into your eyes and it seems like it’s just the two of you on this planet. “I really like you,” he says, emphasizing the “really.” Your eyes tear up- you don’t want to appear too emotional- but can’t help it. One tear escapes, and Adam wipes it with his thumb, “It’s okay now.”

“It’s just, me too, I mean, I really like you, too,” you say back to him, feeling tongue-tied. The mood had recently been more playful and sexy, but you don’t mind this sentimental turn. You feel good and safe with Adam. And here you are, with him inside of you, hearing that he really likes you. You can’t deny that you’ve had interest in him over the years. Even when you were with other guys, you still occasionally thought about Adam, but never considered it a possibility that your friendship could go to another level. Maybe it could now. You don’t know if you just have this one night together, but you’re going to savor the moment while it lasts.

You kiss, and Adam’s tongue probes your mouth, just as his cock fills you deeply. He nibbles on your lip, and your cunt clenches around him. You grind into each other, with your breath hot against each other’s ears. You put your hand on his ass, like you want to press him even further into you. You wish to meld into one.

Adam rises back up into a kneeling position. He starts rubbing your clit in time with his movements. It’s almost too much to bear, and you sputter, “oh fuuuck…Adam.” You can see he’s happy that he’s turned you into a noisy, squirming mess. The pleasure grows into a final explosive burst, and Adam clasps one of your hands, as if to steady you.

You brace yourself to continue fucking; it feels like he’s already excavated a small cave inside of you. You’re not surprised at his stamina after witnessing his energy on stage. While you’re kind of tired, you go on moving your body in rhythm with his. His thrusting picks up in intensity, and then you feel his cock twitch inside of you as he lets out a raspy moan. He lowers his face to yours, and you kiss. He pushes into you a couple more times, and you delight in the warmth between your legs.

After he rolls off of you, you turn onto your side and move a hand to his small patch of chest hair, as he holds his arm around you. You breathe in his scent, feeling very satisfied. “I guess it’s a little late for me to go back now,” you say. Adam squeezes you and replies, “oh, you’re not going anywhere.” You think of how you haven’t brought anything for staying the night, but aren’t too concerned.

You ask, “So was this Gala a special enough event?” Adam smiles and answers, “For sure, it surpassed my expectations.” You lift your head to give him some soft, lingering kisses before cuddling against him again.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Adam begins, “but I usually like showering off after a gig, it’s not to do with you.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I was just going to use the bathroom-”

“Go ahead, I’ll go in after you.”

You get up to go to the bathroom, and think how you could join Adam in the shower. So after he takes his turn in the bathroom, you go in the shower together. You don’t expect anything else to happen at this hour after everything you’ve done, but it’s nice to be naked with him under the warm water. You stand in front of Adam as he lathers you up, slightly teasing you with his touch. You return the favor, and then face each other and kiss, with your bodies pressed tightly together.

After stepping out of the shower, you see two bathrobes hanging on the door hook. You put one on, and give the other to Adam, who giggles, and says, “oh, like his and hers?” He looks so adorable in the white bathrobe. “You can use my toothbrush, you know,” Adam offers. As intimate as you’ve been with him, you still feel a little funny taking his brush, so you say you’ll be fine, and just use your finger.

When you get back into the bedroom, Adam gets out a pair of pajamas and hands you the top, “we can split them.” You pull the shirt over your head as he slides into the pajama pants. You admire his build again, and blush a little thinking of how you were rubbing yourself all over him. You hope he doesn’t think you’re nuts, but he seemed to be into everything you were doing. Also, he’s the one who rubbed a bow across you.

While you’re drowsy, your mind is racing with thoughts about how much you like Adam, and wondering where things will go from here. You don’t want to go back to seeing him every few years on tour. You wonder if something will change now. You’re only a few hours from New York, so could see each other more often. You ponder whether he’s ready for a relationship after the break up. You’d even look forward to spending time with Lila, but know that’s getting way ahead of yourself. This is a start, and you’ll have to see what happens.

You get back into bed with Adam, in the spooning position. “Again, it was such a great night,” he tells you.

“You don’t think I’m crazy, I mean, that stuff I was doing?” You can’t help but be somewhat blunt to try to put the worries out of your mind.

“Sexy? Yes. Crazy? No. Besides, if you’re crazy, I guess that makes two of us.” You’re content with that answer. Adam continues, “I don’t have to be anywhere till later in the afternoon tomorrow, so we can have some more fun the first part of the day.” You tell him that sounds good, and say goodnight to each other. You drift off to sleep, anticipating what the new day will bring.

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What if there was a Walt Disney Fighting Game? [Video Game Concept]

Note: I am well aware, that Disney would probably never say yes in a million years to this idea. Taking their beloved, child friendly characters and having them fight?!

OH THE HORROR?!

I am also aware there have been concepts for this in the past.

Final Fantasy Dissidia was supposed to be a Kingdom Hearts fighting game, but Nomura felt uncomfortable portraying Disney characters in such a violent atmosphere.

And there are sketches of what a Walt Disney fighting game could've been, inspired by Super Smash Bros, before it was canceled. It would've focused on more violent characters such as Gaston, Beast, Ursula, Captain Hook, Captain Silver and the Horned King. But the idea was dropped.

Here's the link.

This entire post is just building and putting together what a Disney fighting game would look like to me, if one came out in today's world. It's all merely speculation and ideas that's been in the back of my head for awhile.

(Special thanks to @mayflower-gal for helping me set this up. 😁)

Anyways, let's get started!

Part 1: The Plot

For the plot, I believe it would have to be something simple, since this an idea for a first game. It's the start of a potentially huge franchise, so I wanna keep it not only simple, but an aspect that helps kick off the potential series. And pull in many fans, old and new of Disney.

Let's take into account one thing: what's a recurring theme across various Disney movies (and overall media)?

Is it the lovable, comic relief sidekick that makes audiences laugh? Is it the songs that kids find themselves singing, long after the tale is done and the curtain has closed? Is it perhaps, the clever celebrity choices for important side characters?

No, It's the one defining aspect that draws in audiences, both new and old, bringing you to fall in love with the characters as the story is told:

Wishes.

Pinocchio wishes to be a real boy. Beast and all his servants wish to be human again. Tiana wishes to have her own restaurant. Ariel wishes to see the world beyond the sea.

Everyone wishes for something more in their life and have dreams that they wish come true.

What if all those wishes were counted? Collected?

Watched over. Much like a parent to their children. Or a teacher to their students.

Found engaging. Found entertaining. Found comforting. Found peaceful. Found introspective.

Looked at with childlike wonder and glee when accomplished.

But frowned on when those wish for selfish desires. And an even deeper disappointment at those very same inhuman desires, coming true.

Good and bad exists inside every person, it's just a matter of what one chooses to act on and stand by at the end of the day.

What someone wishes for is reflective of that.

Now imagine that same being coming to life and wrecking havoc across the Disney universe. Judging for themself, if any of these colorful, imaginative characters, truly deserve their...

Happily,

Ever

After.

Yep, the main plot of the story mode is all the various Disney characters literally fighting for wishes and dreams to come true...

against the LITERAL embodiment of wishing upon a star.

Each playable character having their own unique ending.

Some endings being repeats of your favorite Disney movies, with some minor changes to acknowledge the game's plot. While others are original due to the wide cast of characters that are available, besides your favorite Disney Heroes.

For example, you beat the story mode as say, Pinocchio, he wishes to be a real boy.

I know it sounds very redundant since a majority of these things already happen in the Disney movies, but I feel as though relieving them would be fun. In addition to some original ones that didn't happen with either the villains or less major characters.

It's only the hypothetical first game and I wanted start with something simple, that fans could easily get into. More complex plots, with more character interactions should be saved for any possible sequels.

Part 2: The Gameplay

The game would be your typical 2D fighting game. You have,

Combos exclusive to every character that requires practice.

Playstyles that make each character feel unique.

Special moves for each character to get the upper hand and the main focus in besting your opponent in 1 VS 1 matches.

Of course, there's dialogue before fights in the character intros. With so many to pick from, it had to be put in somewhere.

It resembles 2D fighting games that you've all no doubt heard of, such as Marvel VS Capcom or Street Fighter.

But what would a Disney fighting game have to offer on the table, in order to survive the overall video game market?

It would have to be something unique and a feature that not only gives it originality, but a chance to stand out with so much creativity and innovation. Practically begging fans for more.

Which is why I present to you: Disney Songs.

Or as this game prompt will call them: Musical Finales.

The highlight of many Disney movies and overall media, the music is what leaves a lasting impression on many audiences. Which is not surprising, since Disney is mostly a musical. At least in terms of most of their films.

With so many iconic songs from throughout the company's history, of course I'll be squeezing them somehow!

Each character has a music meter, that can only be filled up with how the player times and follows the beat of the character they play as. Follow the rhythm and beat of a character, and it will fill up quicker. Get cut off by the opponent and it doesn't fill up.

That beat being the music of the stage each player fights on, by attacking to the music and the same time. Think of it like the Sound Battles mechanic in Mother 3.

Every character has four different kinds of attacks: Neutral, Musical, Wonderful and Special.

Neutral Attacks are normal attacks that are mostly used to set up combos.

Musical Attacks are attacks that deal more impact, when timed with the music of the stage.

Wonderful Attacks can be seen as character oriented attacks, that embody the personality and charm of the character you play as. And can be used to entertain the audience. We'll get into that later.

Special Attacks are unique finisher moves that require a separate meter to be filled up, as with most fighting games.

Now what happens when the music meter is full? A Disney Song starts playing of course!

Say you filled up Cinderella's music meter for example, then "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo" starts playing, granting some unique abilities for Cinderella.

Each song would grant different outcomes and bonuses for the various characters. They're not Special Attacks, as that's already a separate mechanic already.

For example, "Part of Your World" starts playing if you're playing as Ariel, filling up the stage with water and slowing down the opponent, giving Ariel a chance to either take advantage of that, bump items into them or create big waves of water.

But what happens if BOTH characters trigger the music meter at the same time?!

Well, that's where this gimmick becomes a fight for which song keeps on playing!

Both songs would start playing, both at the same time and volume. Except, both characters have to compete to see which is stronger.

This is done by the two characters fighting, before triggering a rhythm game between the two. Once one is the victor, the other song fades, while the other stays playing. Doubling the duration of that character's Musical Finale.

Another mechanic is the Entertainment Meter. Every level you fight on has one, that determines which fighter the audience likes more. Via Wonderful attacks, you can charm the audience into supporting you more. This activates things like getting healing items or stat boosts in power and speed. Some of your favorite Disney sidekicks even provide aid from the audience!

It's almost like watching a Disney movie live and being able to interact with the story!

Or the battle system in Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door.

I feel as though this is the best way of keeping the game interesting, giving it an identity of its own and still embodying that magic people will grow to love. It can also lead to some entertaining interactions in the background or foreground of a stage, as the music meter also brings in characters that would not be playable, but support playable characters nonetheless. Like Flounder and Sebastian.

Of course, either feature could be turned off if you're not a fan of that sort of thing, but that's a given.

Part 3: The Stages

With many Disney movies pick from, it's no wonder there's plenty of choices to pick from. Since this is the first game, I chose to focus more on the movies. Here's my take.

Steamboat (Mickey Mouse cartoons)

Duckberg (Ducktales)

Spoonerville (A Goofy Movie)

Dwarven Forest (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves)

Wonderland (Alice in Wonderland)

Monstro (Pinocchio)

The Prince's Ball (Cinderella)

Neverland (Peter Pan)

Forbidden Mountains (Sleeping Beauty)

The Coliseum (Hercules)

Andy's Room (Toy Story)

Elsa's Ice Castle (Frozen)

San Fransokyo Institute of Technology (Big Hero 6)

Atlantica (The Little Mermaid)

House of Mouse (House of Mouse)

The West Wing (Beauty and the Beast)

Cave of Wonders (Aladdin)

Pride Rock (The Lion King)

Ant Island (A Bug's Life)

Tamatoa's Trove (Moana)

Hawaii (Lilo and Stitch)

Headquarters (Inside Out)

Mor'du's Ruins (Brave)

Big Ben (The Great Mouse Detective)

Notre Dame (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Merlin's Cottage (Sword in the Stone)

Emperor's Palace (Mulan)

The Great Before (Soul)

Todayland (Meet The Robinsons)

Paradise Falls (Up)

Zootopia (Zootopia)

Monsters Inc (Monsters Inc)

Nomanisan Island (The Incredibles)

The Bayou (The Princess and the Frog)

Atlantis (Atlantis: The Lost Empire)

Halloweentown (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Oakey Oaks (Chicken Little)

Spirit Mountain (Brother Bear)

Sherwood Forest (Robin Hood)

Treasure Planet (Treasure Planet)

Horned King's Castle (The Black Cauldron)

The Secret Lab (The Emperor's New Groove)

Bald Mountain (Fantasia)

The Grid (Tron)

World's End (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Radiator Springs (Cars)

Grandmother Willow's Forest (Pocahontas)

East High School (High School Musical)

The Axiom (WALL-E)

Regent's Park (101 Dalmatians)

New Mushroom Town High School (Onward)

Happily Ever After Castle (Walt Disney Opening)

Part 4: The Roster

The bread and butter of many fighting games, the roster is no doubt one I had a bit of trouble putting together. With so many characters from over the years, it's no surprise. But since this is the outline of a possible first game, here's my interpretation.

Also, the cast is big to avoid being too barren or dull.

And because I had a lot of fun putting it all together.

Mickey Mouse (Mickey Mouse): The all around character of the game, he mostly fights by a series of cartoonish tricks, magic tricks and his paintbrush from Epic Mickey. His Special Attack would have him break the fourth wall like and rewind the fight like an old film projector in reverse. Except he heals, while the opponent receives twice the damage. His Musical Finale "Sorcerer's Apprentice" has him use Yensid's Sorcerer hat to its fullest and give his overall moveset more flashes to distract the opponent and slow them down.

Donald Duck (Donald Duck): Everyone's favorite, greedy mallard and the world's angriest duck. Donald would fight mainly with toon force, his fists, his bad luck and his anger. The more damage he takes, the angrier he gets. His Special Attack would have him don the Duck Avenger persona from his PK days and use a series of superhero gadgets to finish the opponent. His Musical Finale "The Three Caballeros" trades his anger for Jose Carioca and Panchito Pistoles showing up, making him happy. As they hurt the opponent, each time they hit Donald, to keep him happy.

Goofy (Goofy): Everyone's favorite Disney dad, Goofy joins the fight as not the brightest but with the biggest heart. He has toon force to aid him in some unconventional ways. His Special Attack would have him become Super Goof from his older days. His Musical Finale "Eye To Eye" would restore health everytime he dodges an attack, with a dancing flair to it.

Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves): The first Disney Princess, Snow White makes her debut and she's not alone. The Seven Dwarves direct most of her attacks, such as tossing rocks, mining tools as weapons and even just grabbing the opponent and tossing them. Snow White herself can sing and command woodland animals to tie up opponents or just fight to defend her. Her Special Attack would have the Dwarves try to roll a boulder, only for lightning to strike on the opponent and the boulder as extra damage. Her Musical Finale "Whistle While You Work" will call on a huge number of forest animals, as they tidy up the stage and Snow White, slowly replenishing her health and slowing down the opponent.

Pinocchio (Pinocchio): Don't lie in his presence, as that nose is not only for show. Pinocchio fights mostly by using his nose as a staff, the Blue Fairy bringing other toys to life to aid him and Jiminy Cricket distracting the opponent with music. Pinocchio's Special Attack would have him wish upon a star and turn himself into a real boy, as the opponent is turned into a puppet and loses damage as a result. Pinocchio's Musical Finale "I've Got No Strings" would cover the stage in thin lines used for puppets: if the opponent touches one, their frozen briefly. If a projectile attack hits, the same happens.

Cinderella (Cinderella): The bell of the ball and someone whom never gives up on kindness, Cinderella will use the dance moves she showed off at the ball for her moveset, having a dancing and musical feel to how she plays and flashy dances to win against the the opponent. With her Fairy Godmother using her magic to help her, such as flashes of light. Her Special Attack would have the clock strike midnight and she leaves behind her glass slipper: once the opponent touches it they get weighed down by a giant magic dress. Cinderella's Musical Finale "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo" would have the Fairy Godmother cast a series of spells over the stage, as a new carriage pops up every time Cinderella pulls off a combo. The carriages run over the opponent and can even carry Cinderella to safety.

Peter Pan (Peter Pan): Leader of the Lost Boys and Captain Hook's second biggest pain in the butt, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell are here. Peter Pan has a pocket knife with him and Tinker Bell's pixie dust for aerial attacks. His Special Attack would have him toss a bunch of gold on the opponent, as the rest of the Lost Boys tackles them and beats them up for the treasures. His Musical Finale "You Can Fly" would create a trail of pixie dust behind him, that randomly causes the opponent to either jump too high or too low.

Captain Hook (Peter Pan): Keep all 'ticks' and 'tocks' away from this pirate! Captain Hook has a wide array of hooks to switch between, a flintlock pistol and his sword to win the battle. His Special Attack would have him run away from the Tick-Tock the Crocodile, as said crocodile attacks the opponent instead of Hook. His Musical Finale "A Pirate's Life/Elegant Captain Hook" would call his ship the Jolly Rodger onto the stage, as the pirates on the ship occasionally throw knives at the opponent and shoot at them, everytime Hook is caught in a combo and can't escape.

Aurora (Sleeping Beauty): Aurora, sleeping beauty herself, is doing anything but sleep and her guardians are making sure of that! Her attacks has the Good Fairies use their magic in numerous ways, such as moving objects, animating objects and even petrification. Her Special Attack has Prince Philip show up with the Sword of Truth and the Shield of Virtue, to deal heavy damage on the opponent. Her Musical Finale "Once Upon A Dream" boosts her stats everytime she's hit.

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty): The Mistress of all Evil, Maleficent uses a wide array of magic powers from cursed, throny vines, to her iconic green fires, she's one tough fighter from a distance. Her Special Attack would have her turn into a dragon and breath fire down on the opponent. Her Musical Finale "Once Upon A Dream" would have her make the opponent more drowsy, each time they hit her, until falling asleep, unless they keep moving.

Robin Hood (Robin Hood): The sly fox of England and one talented theif, this fox focuses on disguises, archery, swordsmanship and woodsmanship to make his way. His Special Attack would have authorities show up to arrest him, as they rain down arrows on the opponent in the process. His Musical Finale "Running Through The Forest" would allow him to dodge all attacks, without needing to hit the controls or input buttons.

Basil of Baker Street (The Great Mouse Detective): World's greatest detective! At least in the mouse world that is. Basil would investigate the stage of the fight, much like a crime scene and even pick up clues that double as weapons, such as a propeller or a mouse trap. His Special Attack would have him investigate a crime scene that hurt the opponent, before pushing them aside as 'worthless' evidence. His Musical Finale "Let Me Be Good To You" would have him require no further evidence and counter each hit with a deduction on his opponent's crime and even stop them from performing combos. Doing damage in the process.

Professor Ratigan (The Great Mouse Detective): Never call him a rat. Ever. This crime boss of the miniature crime world be no stranger to fist fights and gleefully take a swing at your demise, whether it's his fists, cane or traps. If not him, then his minions are more than happy to drown some orphans! His Special Attack would have him call his pet cat, Felicia to devour the opponent. His Musical Finale "The World's Greatest Criminal Mind" would give him more durability to hits, more destruction to the stage and traps cover more range on the stage.

Ariel (The Little Mermaid): Princess of the Sea, everyone's favorite mermaid is ready to explore beyond the sea. Armed with her father's trident, some amazing swimming skills and various sea animals at her command, she's more than ready. Her Special Attack would have her conjure a giant wave, that also covers the opponent in sea creatures. Her Musical Finale "Part Of Your World" fills the stage with water and can have Ariel bump floating objects into the opponent.

Ursula (The Little Mermaid): The last sea witch you would want to cross paths with, Ursula has eels to do her biding, poisonous ink clouds and even thunderclouds. Her Special Attack would have her turn giant via King Triton's trident and use the added power to attack the opponent. Her Musical Finale "Poor Unfortunate Souls" has her disguise herself as the opponent and slowly regain health from all souls being eaten by her. As a bonus, if she's infront of a mirror that's on the stage, her reflection will be her true form.

Belle (Beauty and the Beast): My, quite an odd girl, reading books and getting on the field of battle?! Belle's entire moveset would revolve around books; not magic books, just books on the rest of the cast and fairytales overall. She would be able to switch between each of these books and use what she's learned from them. For Example, 'Romeo and Juliet' gives Belle immunity to stat changes and rose themed weapons that hurt the opponent, like throwing weapons. 'Aladdin' gives her a magic ring that can conjure up magic smoke, furniture on the foe and teleport her. 'Jack and the Beanstalk' plants vines that can raise her up or entangle the foe. There's more books at her disposal, but that's just the general idea. Her Special Attack has her father ride in on his invention, chopping up an entire forest until the opponent is covered and crushed by chopped up logs. Her Musical Finale "Tale As Old As Time" gives her the power to 'skip' a fairytale, turning each of her attacks into the endings from the books. For example, 'Aladdin' would trap the opponent in an oil lamp, leaving room for her to attack.

Beast (Beauty and the Beast): The poor and cruel prince, turned into a monster as evil as the one in his heart. Beast has his boost in strength from his beastly form and claws to defeat the opponent. The curse not only affected him: his servants are by his side. Lumiere can incinerate the opponent or plant fires on the ground, Cogsworth can distract them with timed clock sounds, Mrs. Potts can spill tea to slip up the opponent, Chip will knock over bookshelves and Wardrobe can block attacks. His Special Attack would turn the opponent into a piece of furniture, leaving them open for attacks: each opponent having a different transformation. His Musical Finale "Be Our Guest" would have every attack with one of his servants, also heal Beast in addition to hurting the opponent.

Gaston (Beauty and the Beast): Nooo oooone's slick as Gaston! Quick as Gaston! No one's neck is as incredibly thick as Gaston! He's especially good at combo breaking! Boy what a guy that Gaston! Gaston has his inconic blunderbass and his fists, along with a bow and quiver and a hunting knife to deal with an opponent, almost as if they were an animal he's hunting. His Special Attack would have an angry mob charge at the opponent and beat them up. His Musical Finale "Gaston" gives him a strength boost, everytime he pulls off a combo successfully.

Aladdin (Aladdin): Everyone's favorite street rat and theif, he's not alone on the field of battle as Abu and Genie are here to help him. Abu can cling to the opponent and hit them repeatedly, Magic Carpet can be used for aerial attacks, Aladdin has a sword that he 'borrowed' from a guard and Genie can shape-shift in a variety of ways to best the opponent. Aladdin's Special Attack would have Genie distract the opponent, as Aladdin steals something off them and uses it to beat them. Aladdin's Music Finale "Friend Like Me" would have Genie grant a wish, each time Aladdin gets a combo, such as a stat boosts and healing.

Jasmine (Aladdin): The sultan's own daughter that would rather be anything than a prize to be given away. She has learned self defense skills, her father's guards and her pet tiger Rajah in her moveset. Her Special Attack would have the guards arrest the opponent and toss them into prison, as they struggle to escape and take damage. Her Musical Finale "A Whole New World" has one the Seven Wonders of the world occasionally pop up in the background to hurt the opponent, as the fight goes on.

Jafar (Aladdin): The Sultan's Royal vizer of Agrabah and one whom believes he should rule Agrabah. Jafar has his magic staff to hypnotize and cast spells onto his foe. Occasionally tapping into the phenenomal, Cosmic power of his Genie form to do some real damage. And Iago is here as well... mostly to complain. His Special Attack would have him become an all powerful Genie and Iago wishing for ways to 'hurt' (not kill) the opponent. His Musical Finale "You're Only Second Rate" would boost all of his stats and attacks, except he can't KO the opponent until the Musical Finale is done.

Simba (The Lion King): King of the Pride Rock and son of Mufasa, the Lion King himself is more than prepared with his claws and iconic roar. His roar can even control the weather to strike lightning and cause windstorms. His Special Attack would have him call on the spirit of his father, Mufasa, as the two of them roar at the opponent. His Musical Finale "Circle Of Life" will have him remember, how we are all connected and draw on the life-force of nature, slowly healing him and giving his roars more range.

Scar (The Lion King): Mufasa's little brother and King after his timely demise, Scar has his claws and his hyenas to make short work of his foe as if their nothing more than a light snack. His Special Attack would toss the opponent of a cliff, into a Wildebeest stampede just like in the movie. As a bonus, he would say 'long live the king's son' if Simba is the opponent. His Musical Finale "Be Prepared" has him do damage without needing to attack the opponent and just walking into the opponent.

Pocahontas (Pocahontas): Daughter of Chief Powhatan, this Disney Princess has the skills necessary in order to survive and win. Her Special Attack would have her people come in to fight alongside her and best the opponent. Her Musical Finale "Colors Of The Wind" gives her attacks more launching power and each dodge she does generates winds that hurt the foe.

Governor John Ratcliffe (Pocahontas): The main villain of Pocahontas, this greedy scoundrel will do anything to claim what he believes is rightfully his. He has a sword and uses his position of power to call his men into the fray. His Special Attack would have his men charge like in the movie at the opponent. His Musical Finale "Mine, Mine, Mine" prevents the opponent from interrupting his attacks and tripping over any gold sticking out of the ground.

Quasimodo (The Hunchback Of Notre Dame): The hunchback of notre Dame himself and quite the sweetheart, he just wishes to see the outside world. His job as the ringer of the bells comes in handy to stun them, swing bells at them, his talented acrobatic skills and surprising strength. His Special Attack would have him reenact the Festival of Fools and have the opponent be caught up in all the chaos. His Musical Finale "Out There" turns all of his bell attacks, into soothing sounds, that heals him.

Esmeralda (The Hunchback Of Notre Dame): An outcasts, like many other outcasts of Notre Dame, she's picked up on a multitude of tricks to evade capture. Such as illusionary tricks to trick opponents and various circus acts from the Festival of Fools. Her Special Attack has Phoebus teleport out of a field of smoke and beat the opponent. Her Musical Finale "God Help The Outcasts" plants multiple pillars of light over the stage, that burn the opponent and heal Esmeralda.

Judge Claude Frollo (The Hunchback Of Notre Dame): Someone whom believes only he can purge the world of evil and that all he does is for the greater good. Frollo, due to his old age mostly uses his sword, his horse and his 'fears' to end the opponent. Those 'fears' being cloaked figures that defend Frollo and burn the sins of his opponent. His Special Attack burns the stage, with the opponent caught up in the flames being tied to a stake. His Musical Finale "Hellfire" burns the opponent every time they hit and touch Frollo.

Arthur (Sword in the Stone): The rightful king of England, proven by pulling the sword in the stone, Arthur is ready to be king. Merlin's apprentice is armed with the sword of legend: Excalibur and his mentor Merlin is there to provide some magic aid by turning Arthur into various animals and predict the opponents attacks with foresight. Arthur's Special Attack has Merlin turn into a germ to infect the opponent. Arthur's Musical Finale "Higitus Figitus" grants Arthur increased weight, almost as if he's the sword in the stone and making him harder to launch and knock away.

Hercules (Hercules): The son of the Greek God Zeus, Hercules goes to prove himself as a true hero and this brawl may be his greatest trial yet. With his power as a Greek God, granting him immeasurable strength, agility and endurance. And his pet Pegasus shows up for aerial attacks. His Special Attack has his father Zeus come in and hurl his thunderbolt at the opponent. His Musical Finale "Zero To Hero" increases his durability each time he pulls off a combo, making him immune to attacks at times.

Hades (Hercules): Greek God of the underworld and lord of the dead, Hades will claim victory. In addition to mastery of fire and smoke, Hades can shift between generally calm and collected, to angered and enraged, which affects the range and power of his attacks. Pain and Panic also shapeshift to provide some help. His Special Attack has the Titans show up and attack the opponent. His Musical Finale "My Town" floods the stage withdead souls that slowly deplete the health of the opponent.

Mr. Incredible (The Incredibles): One of the greatest superheroes whom ever lived, in spite of an unneeded early retirement from the government. Robert "Bob" Parr, known to the public as Mr. Incredible, has his moveset revolve around his superstrength and invulnerability, also being able to use the environment to his advantage like uprooting trees. His Special Attack calls in the rest of The Incredibles; Dash, Violet, Elastigirl and Jack-Jack to help take down the opponent as a family. His Musical Finale "The Incredibles" has his attacks all release shock waves that occasionally make debris hit the opponent, like it's the intensity of a comic book.

Syndrome (The Incredibles): You better catch him while be monologues as he does not play around! The wannabe superhero uses zero point energy to toss the opponent and send objects flying their way. His Special Attack calls in the Omnidroid to make short work of the opponent. His Musical Finale "Kronos Unveiled" forces the opponent to not stand still for too long or repeat the same attacks, or else the Omnidroid will fire lasers at them almost as if their being analyzed.

Mulan (Mulan): From lying to save her father's life, to saving all of China to joining other famous Disney heroes on the field of battle, Mulan has been through a lot. She has a sword, fireworks, a staff and a fan to best her foes. Mushu tags along, spitting fireballs at the opponent and tricking them into attacking smoke illusions that resemble Mulan. Her Special Attack has fireworks hit a snowy mountain, crushing the opponent under an avalanche. Her Musical Finale "Reflections" has Mulan disguise herself and blend in a crowd that slowly came onto the battlefield. The opponent attacking a random person will have them retaliate and hurt them.

Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas): The pumpkin king and the patron of Halloween, his title comes with a wide array of pumpkin bombs, a flexible and detachable skeleton body. His Special Attack would have him trap the opponent in a series of giant pumpkin bombs, before his pet dog Zero lights them up. His Musical Finale "This Is Halloween" plants a series of tricks and treats all over the stage: treats for Jack that heals him and tricks that leave the opponent in a scared state. They take more damage while scared.

Oogie Boogie (The Nightmare Before Christmas): A literal burlap sack of nothing but bugs, Oogie Boogie has those very same bugs come out and harm the opponent. From spiders that tangle them up, to tarantulas that poison them to flies that hoist them up, he's as gross as sounds. His Special Attack would have him inhale the opponent and let his bugs do the work. His Musical Finale "Oogie Boogie's Song" increases his luck of landing higher damage, by also hitting a dice on the stage.

Tarzan (Tarzan): A man raised by apes, Tarzan has the strength to even keep up with apes and survive in the forest. In addition to his amazing strength, Tarzan can also swing from vines, use his impressive smell and hearing to counter attacks and a spear. His Special Attack has him command an army of apes to beat up the opponent. His Musical Finale "Son Of Man" puts fruits on the trees he swings from that he can heal himself with: since the opponent is not Tarzan the same fruits either poison them or make them dizzy.

Yzma and Kronk (The Emperor's New Groove): The former advisor of Emperor Kuzco and her most loyal henchman. Kronk does the fighting with his astounding strength and Yzma will be in the background, occasionally throwing potions on the opponent. Kronk will pull the lever, that will do a variety of things such as drop a bust of Yzma, a giant rock, a vase, etc. Their Special Attack has Yzma yell 'PULL THE LEVER KRONK!' sending the opponent and Yzma down a trap door to below the stage. Leaving it up to interpretation what happens, as Yzma casually walks back to the stage with a crocodile biting her leg. Their Musical Finale "Snuff Out The Light" replaces Yzma's potions with singing that prevents the health bar from going any lower.

Milo J. Thatch (Atlantis: The Lost Empire): An orphan that grew up to be quite the cartographer to even finding the lost city of Atlantis. Since he's not much of a fighter, the friends he made on the trip will do the fighting for him. Vinny plants explosions, Mole digs holes and attacks from the ground, Sweet heals Milo and boosts his durability, Audrey sends vehicles at the opponent and Cookie leaves food for people to trip over. He's even picked up on some Atlantean magic from Kida. His Special Attack has him pilot an Atlantean cruiser, shooting lasers at the opponent. His Musical Finale "Where The Dream Takes You" reverse the opponents controls, every time Milo lands a hit, almost as if their lost without a map.

Kida Nedakh (Atlantis: The Lost Empire): Princess of Atlantis and the current Queen, Kids is armed with a spear and a connection to the Heart of Atlantis, granting her forcefields and runes that dish out the ancient city's might. Her Special Attack summons a giant tsunami with the opponent being hit as Atlantis sinks. Her Musical Finale "Kida Returns" has the stage covered in runes, as the guardians of Atlantis will hit the opponent if they step on a rune.

Stitch (Lilo and Stitch): Experiment 626, also known as Stitch is an alien that befriended the kind-hearted Lilo Pelaki. Stitch is indestructible, has four plasma blasters, can roll up into a ball and lift up to 3000 times his own weight. His Special Attack calls in his cousins to each hit the opponent once, before Stitch himself smacks them with a car. His Musical Finale "Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride" doubles the strength of any attacks timed with the music.

Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean): Captain Jack Sparrow comes to the battle with his signature sword, musket and flintlock pistol. His Special Attack has the Black Pearl ram the opponent and shoot cannonballs at the opponent. His Musical Finale "He's A Pirate" makes him impossible to KO, he can still take damage though.

Sulley and Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc): The dynamic duo and best friends, Sully and Mike fight with the former scaring the opponent and the latter being pulled from the background, used as a ball to hit opponents. The more combos they land, the more scare is generated as energy: this energy being used to power machines to attack the opponent. Their Special Attack has the stage be overloaded with scare energy, to the point of canisters bouncing all over the stage and hitting the opponent, much like in Monsters University. Their Musical Finale "If I Didn't Have You" makes the opponent laugh each time they hit Sulley, generating energy and leaving them open to attack.

Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet): Jim Hawkins, someone with the 'makings of greatness' according to Captain Silver has a chance to prove that here. With his solar surfer to pull off some amazing tricks, a knife and a blaster, he can hold his own just fine. His Special Attack would simply be Treasure Planet blowing up, with the opponent caught in the explosion, as he flies away on a ship. His Musical Finale "I'm Still Here" gives him the markings of greatness, in the form of stat boosts everytime he pulls off a trick on his solar surfer.

Captain John Silver (Treasure Planet): The fearsome pirate cyborg and only real father figure to Jim Hawkins, Captain Silver is ready to use those pirate skills from over the years to claim his treasure. As a cyborg, he has a wide selection of tools and weapons, such as lasers, a cybernetic eye, guns, a sword, a cleaver, a battering ram, the list goes on. His Special Attack has the opponent fly into space, while he leaves on a pirate ship. His Musical Finale "I'm Still Here" fills the stage with comets that can freeze the opponent if they come into contact with them and increases the strength of Silver's lasers if they pass through.

Merida (Brave): The Scottish princess and daughter of Queen Elinor and King Fergus, enters the battle with her archery skills and swordsmanship to win the fight. Her Special Attack has her ride in on her horse Angus, delivering a series of arrows to finish off the opponent. Her Musical Finale "Touch The Sky" makes all her arrows hit the opponent, without fail.

Kenai and Koda (Brother Bear): The bear brothers, one born a bear and the other cursed to turn into a bear. Kenai and Koda fight as a team of bears from claws to wilderness skills they picked up. Even the Great Spirits watch over and protect them, by influencing nature to protect the brothers. Their Special Attack has the spirits of Sitka and Koda's mother come in to protect them and deal with the enemy. Their Musical Finale "On My Way" increases the range of their block, with the Great Spirits protecting them.

Tiana and Naveen (The Princess and the Frog): A hardworker that believes the only way you can make it in the world, is through hardwork. Even if that meant kissing a frog. Tiana has a wide assortment of cooking utensils to win. With Naveen distracting them with singing and dancing. They can switch to being frogs, where they use their tongues to tangle up the opponent and hop off lily pads. Their Special Attack has Mama Odie turn the opponent into a series of animals, before sending them away with her Voodoo magic. Their Musical Finale "Almost There" gives Tiana a golden glow that greatly increases the range of their attacks and distracts the opponent with golden glows.

Dr. Facilier (The Princess and the Frog): The Shadow Man himself and one whom turned Naveen into a frog, Dr. Facilier fights with his cane, Voodoo magic, shadows and spell casting. His Special Attack has him pull the opponent into a deal, as their dragged down by the Voodoo Spirits. His Musical Finale "Friends On The Other Side" let's him take a gaze into the opponent's future, turning all of his attacks into counters, if they hit the same time as the opponent's attacks.

Rapunzel (Tangled): The lost princess of the Kingdom of Corona, blessed with magic hair and has quite the efficient frying pan. Her hair can not only heal herself a bit, but can be swung from, tie up the opponent and makes for a surprising whip. Her Special Attack has Flynn and Maximus ride in, with Rapunzel hitching a ride, as the three take down the opponent. Her Musical Finale "I See The Light" fills up the stage with lanterns, that can blind the opponent if they touch any.

Hiro and Baymax (Big Hero 6): The child genius and the helper robot turned fighter have become quite the crime fighting duo, that honor Tadashi's wish of wanting to help people. Baymax does the fighting, with Hiro on his back, such as martial arts, rocket fist, an energy blade and sonic blaster. Their Special Attack calls in the rest of the Big Hero 6, as they teamup and take down the opponent. Their Musical Finale "Immortals" assuming they get the rights to the song has Baymax dodge every attack that comes, without needing to move the controller and slowly heal up.

Judy Hopps (Zootopia): A young bunny from Bunnyburrow that came to Zootopia to pursue her dreams of being cop and help people. Her bunny physiology grants her enhanced hearing, quick agility, high jumping and she has trained herself to take down foes much bigger than her. Her Special Attack has her do her job as a cop and arrest the opponent, with the entire police force joining in to help. Her Musical Finale "Try Everything" plants tourist attractions all over the stage, that can hurt the opponent and heal Judy.

Elsa (Frozen): The Queen of Arendelle and the Ice Queen herself, forced to conceal don't feel, don't let them know. But she'll be doing anything but that here! Elsa has ice powers to freeze the opponent, create pillars of ice, ice slides, ice skates etc. Her Special Attack calls in Marshmallow to deal with the opponent. Her Musical Finale "Let It Go" allows her ice powers to come to life and aid her in battle.

Moana (Moana): Moana of Motuni, whom has sailed the sea to return the Heart of Te Fiti with Maui. She has a harpoon and an oar, along with the ocean helping her and watching over her. Her Special Attack returns the Heart of Te Fiti to Te Fiti, whom fully heals Moana, temporarily boosting her attack. Moana's Musical Finale "How Far I'll Go" covers the stage in water that has boats to hit the opponent and granting Moana faster speed.

Maui (Moana): The Maori Demigod of the wind and sea, with quite the number of feats from over the years. With his magic fish hook, he can shapeshift into a number of animals, his most common being a hawk. His Special Attack being lassoing the sun into the opponent. His Musical Finale "You're Welcome" makes all damage to Maui, take longer to leave an impact.

And that's that. A LOT longer than I thought it would be. Now your probably thinking, what about all the other Disney media? It's an idea for the first game, so other characters (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Scrooge McDuck, Goliath, Kim Possible, etc.) would appear in a potential sequel.

Or DLC, since every game these days has it.

Thanks so much for reading all this and taking the time to do! I would love to hear some thoughts and feedback! I had a blast making all this and would like to see if you're interested in hearing more video game ideas.

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