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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years

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I Like It Neat | Jonathan Pine x Reader | A FrostHiddles Collab

A/N: A collab with the amazing @frostbitten-written

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader

Summary: You never expected to get this entrenched in Roper's entourage, but here you were. Better yet, you caught the eye of Richard Roper's right-hand man, Jonathan Pine. You weren't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but you were sure of this: Pine likes his suits and whisky, neat and his martinis and sex, dirty.

Warnings: Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Blow Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial,Orgasm Delay, Punishment,Pet Names, Comeplay, Come Swallowing, Face-Fucking, Name-Calling, Choking, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Spanking

Taglists are open for both me and frostbitten! Let us know if you want to be tagged! Thank you for reading!

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Pine whispered as he pressed the hotel room key card into your hand. “I expect you to be wearing only your heels and stockings.”

You did your best not to stare at him, shocked. It’s not that you didn’t want to sleep with Pine, because you did; your pussy could attest to that one. The problem, however, was how exactly would you explain that detail, in your report, back to Langley? Your eyes dropped to the keycard in your hand, contemplating whether you should do as he asked or walk out the front entrance of the hotel. Jonathan smacked your ass, causing you to let loose a small yelp.

“Clock is ticking, kitten,” he purred into your ear before taunting you, “at this rate, you’ll never make it on time.”

With haste, you made your way towards the bank of elevators, your heels clacking frantically against the polished marble floor. Roper turned his attention to Pine as he watched you disappear behind a column.

“Everything alright there, Pine old boy?” Roper questioned in his usual suave manner.

Pine offered a thin-lipped smile. “Just sending her off to fetch something from my room.” He pulled his phone from his pants pocket. “I’m going to check on our shipments.” He walked away before Roper called out to him.

“We have reservations in an hour!”

“No need to remind me; I’ll be present.” Pine disappeared from view and headed for the elevators.

You were in the middle of unclasping your bra, when you heard the door opening. You scrambled to finish taking it off and tossed it onto the chair, along with your dress and underwear. Upon his entrance, Pine stopped and stared, drinking in the sight of you, practically naked. His lips curled into a smile, but not a warm smile. There was something sinister brewing beneath the surface.

“Good job, kitten,” he commented casually.

You thought he would approach you, but instead, he strolled over to the wet bar and poured himself a drink. He settled on the sofa about six feet away from you. He swirled his drink and took a sniff. His eyes raked the expanse of your body. You felt like a piece of meat on display for a lion. He beckoned you over with his fingers, using the “come hither” motion. You scampered over and stood next to him, waiting patiently for his next move.

“I saw you, back in Spain, and on the plane.” His voice was low and his tone, confident; it sounded like the purr of a car engine. He swirled his drink again.

“Saw me what?” You questioned, panicking inwardly. Had Pine seen you sneak into Roper’s private office? Was your cover blown? Your head swirled as you contemplated the ramifications of Pine’s next words. You mentally plotted an escape plan where you’d come out of this entire ordeal alive and intact, which included all your major organs. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you almost missed what he said next.

“Fucking me with your eyes.” He gazed up at you and smiled; there it was again that same sinister smile. “I can tell you want me, kitten.” You stood there like a fish out of water, your mouth hanging slightly ajar, in shock. He continued. “You have one hour before I am due back downstairs for a meeting. Put on a good show and I’ll reward you with the fucking you desperately desire.” He practically purred as he made an offer your nethers couldn’t resist.

“I beg your pardon?” You protested but grew wet with his every word. Damn his voice, you cursed in your head.

Pine had his suspicions about you, about your intentions and reason for getting close to him, close to Roper. He wanted to push your limits and test you, to see how far you would go to maintain your cover story. So far, he was impressed with your dedication. Above all, he found him growing more attracted to you as the days went by. So with the opportunity presented to the both of you, the stage was set.

“You can get off however you want, but don’t wrinkle the suit,” Pine growled out in a deep voice. “I like my suit like I like my scotch; neat, and I like my women like I like my martini; dirty,” he stated sternly before smirking and winking at you. He held out two fingers, expectantly; that mother fucker knew exactly what game he was playing at and you were going to lose; you just knew it.

Pine sat there, nonchalantly holding his drink in one hand, and sipped it slowly. It was, no doubt an aged glass of scotch, neat, just like he likes it. He watched expectantly, like a predator, as you mounted his fingers and started to get yourself off. He didn’t even move a damn muscle, except to smile and sip his drink, of course.

Pine’s fingers felt better than you could have ever imagined, even in your wet dreams. His fingers were long and his hands were large. The situation alone offered a thrill you had never thought of before, that is not until now. Jonathan kept his eyes trained on you, whether it be on your lips, caught between your teeth or the way your tits bounced in time with your body; he was enjoying every second of it.

Moving your hips, to get the most out of the intrusion, was proving to be slightly difficult and not nearly enough stimulation. You decided to speed up, just a bit, only to be immediately chastised by Pine. “Ah, ah, ah, darling. Don’t rush it; slow down. Like a good drink, perfection takes time.” He casually swiped his thumb over your clit and watched you shudder. His minimal movements only made it harder for you to get off, but oh, did it feel divine.

You let out a whimper before he sternly gave you a warning. “If you cum before I finish this drink, I’m going to have to punish you, kitten.” He clicked his tongue, before taking another small sip. Did he even drink anything? What the fuck was that? You were frustrated with him. “And if I have to punish you, it’s going to ruin this suit. We don’t want that, do we, darling?”

You moaned quietly, biting your lip as you nod silently. He broke out into a large grin as he continued to tease your clit and press against the sweet spot inside of you. “Drink faster, please,” you begged him as you clamped down on his fingers.

Jonathan merely tutted in response and stopped drinking all together. “Au contraire, kitten, I think I’ve had enough to drink for now.” He placed the glass down and you groaned. One gulp was all he needed to finish the blasted thing yet he insisted on savouring it. He eyed you up, from head to toe, even reaching up to grope your breast. “Come on kitten, be a good girl,” he taunted you as his fingers worked wonders below; you’re trembling, barely able to hold on. “Don’t give me a reason to punish you. You know you’ll regret it.”

You did your best to slow your pace, but Jonathan made that exceedingly difficult as he curled his fingers deep inside you. You moaned as he pressed and rubbed hard against your clit. Your eyes darted to the glass of Scotch left untouched and back to him. He was as cool as a cucumber, of course, you on the other hand, not so much. You bit your lip, stifling a whimper. You shot him a silent pleading gaze, only to be ignored and warned yet again. “Remember, drink darling,” he muttered as he continued to play with you. Yeah, how could you forget it? It was the only thing keeping you from climaxing!

With trembling hands, you reached out to his shoulders and gripped hard, attempting to steady yourself. At the rate he was going, you would hit your high soon. He tutted, yet again, in disapproval as he shrugged you off. “My, my… my naughty kitten doesn’t like to listen, does she?” You gasped when he suddenly pulled out of you and pushed you onto the floor; you were seated on your knees between his legs. “If you can’t simply follow the one rule I have in place, I don’t see why you should receive any pleasure from me.” He chided you before sticking the fingers he previously used to pleasure you, into his mouth. He sucked off your arousal and smiled down at you.

“Although, I’m sure you could change my mind,” he taunted you as he carefully undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. It comes to you as no surprise that he wasn’t wearing any underwear with his suit. With an imprint like that, it was obvious to anyone who dared to peak at that monster.

His size was considerable and he was girthy; your mouth watered and longed to take him in. “Be a good girl and suck me off; I didn’t prepare this drink for nothing.”

He laid back and watched as you leaned forward and kissed his tip. You licked and sucked him gently, building up the courage to take more of him. You tried to grasp his shaft, only to be swatted away. “You’re not allowed to use your hands, only that pretty mouth of yours.”

You obeyed, placing your arms behind your back. “You can do better than that, kitten. Show me how much you want me.” Jonathan placed a large hand over your head, gripping your hair tightly as he guided you further down his shaft. You gagged quietly, tears springing to your eyes. “That’s it, take it all in,” he said through clenched teeth. You obliged and slowly began to bob your head on his length. He did most of the work, using your mouth as a tight, hot and wet hole for his pleasure. Your lipstick even stained the base of his cock with a ring of red.

You moaned around his length sending pleasurable vibrations throughout his groin. “Fuck,” he panted above you before continuing, “that’s worth a sip of scotch, don’t you agree?” His breathless statement only spurred you on more. You took a deep breath in through flared nostrils and began to hum around his cock. “Fuck, yes! Just like that, kitten!” You practically preened under his praise. You heard him gulp before letting out a satisfied breathy moan. You looked up to see his lips glossy with spit, his glass empty in his hand and, of course, that sinister leer directed at you.

Pine’s head fell back against the sofa and his eyes closed. He enjoyed every ounce of pleasure your mouth gave him. Without thinking, you made two mistakes. First, one of your hands snaked down between your legs; you began to rub yourself in a wanton attempt at relieving some of the tingling and throbbing between your legs. And the second, your hand instinctively fisted the fabric that stretched across Jonathan’s thick thighs.

Jonathan’s head snapped up and his nostrils flared as he glared down at you; you had your hand between your legs and his cock stuffed in your mouth, the perfect slut. It wasn’t until he rose to his feet, did you realise what you had done.

“I’m… I…” you stammered. Pine jerked you up to your feet and wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing the sides lightly with the pads of his fingers.

He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Twice now, you’ve disobeyed me, kitten.” He reached up with his other hand and stroked your cheek, almost lovingly. Despite the situation and the circumstances, he was gentle, the intimacy only lasting second. He walked the two of you towards the bed. “I guess I shouldn’t have expected much from a little cockslut like yourself.” His words sent another jolt of arousal throughout your system. Again, damn his voice, his tone, his cock… damn him…

You twisted in his grip and Jonathan chuckled, the sound coming from deep within his chest. “Is the little kitty going to fight back?” He leaned close to your face as he taunted you. His breath felt hot as it fanned against your cheek. You could smell the scotch and a hint of your arousal on his tongue. The fragrance was practically an aphrodisiac; you shivered, delighted. “There’s no use in fighting, kitten; no one is coming to save you.”

Before you could say anything, Pine spun you around and shoved you against the bed, hard. The clink of metal led you to surmise that he was removing his trousers. You smirked, feeling triumphant in your endeavour with Mr Pine. You got him to take off his precious suit, despite his initial protests. Your little victory disappeared as quickly as it came when a flash of dark fabric sailed over your eyes, rendering your sight useless. You felt the tip of his cock graze your entrance; he teased your wanton hole mercilessly, coating himself in your slick.

Jonathan pushed into you with a single, fluid thrust and no warning; you groaned loudly.

“I told you not to touch the suit,” he growled as he pushed your face into the mattress. You let out a moan akin to a squeak as he began to pound into you. His hips collided with your body with such force that each thrust made your limbs shake. You desperately held onto the bed for support. “Is this what you wanted all along, kitten? My cock splitting your delicate little cunt in fucking two? Are you satisfied now?” Jonathan was apparently a dirty talker and you loved every second of it. You moaned and nodded into the sheets, screaming out a sex-delirious, “yes,” as he continued to plough into you.

He occasionally swivelled his hips deeply into you, both mercilessly stimulating just the right spot inside of you and irritating your clit perfectly. He threw his head back and let out a low moan. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he continued to pound into you. You tried to push back into his thrusts, only to receive a smack on your ass. You gasped and cried out his name breathlessly. He continued to spank you; his hand came crashing down onto your backside repeatedly. “Do you like being treated like this kitten, like my personal whore? Do you like how my cock fucks you and fills you up so nicely? Tell me, you little cockslut; do you like this?” Of course you liked this; frankly, you fucking loved it. Today turned out better than you expected, although you certainly had no idea you’d end up in Pine’s bed.

“Yes.” It was all you could manage between his savage thrusts.

Pine’s hand landed hard on your ass. “Yes, what?” He growled.

“Yes, sir! I like being your whore!” You gasped as your release drew closer. “...being your little cockslut.” Your head dropped to the mattress.

“Then milk my cock, kitten.” Pine snapped his hips hard against you. You came with a borderline pornographic moan, your nails digging into the bedsheets. Your walls clenched tightly around Jonathan, squeezing him, milking him like he had requested. “That's a good girl,” he commented through gritted teeth, “good kitten.” He exhaled sharply as he came, his hips snapping against you roughly one last time before he came. “Squeeze me, hard. We don’t want a single drop to go to waste, do we, kitten?”

Pine stilled himself but stayed buried deep inside of you. Once you collapsed against the bed, he pulled himself out. He slipped off the fabric from your eyes and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto your feet. You blinked to adjust to the room’s lighting and turned around to find Pine tucking himself back into his still pristine trousers. His tie hung loose and undone around his neck. That must have been the blindfold, you thought. Pine glanced at his watch.

“Ten minutes before we are due back downstairs.” He smiled as he fixed his cufflinks. “You are,” he paused and gave his next word thought, “efficient; I’ll give you that, kitten.” He strutted towards you and cupped your face, placing a tender kiss on your lips. “I suggest you dress quickly if you want to get a good spot to eavesdrop on the conversation,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you a final time.

Before you could retort or deny, he had turned away and left the room, slamming the door shut behind him. You stared at yourself in the mirror hanging on the wall. Your lipstick was smeared unceremoniously from the facefucking of just moments ago. You didn’t have time to waste. You dressed quickly and made yourself look presentable, fixing your hair and make up. It was time for dinner.

Normally elevators played annoying tunes to bide the time, but this one was silent, which allowed you the opportunity to over think. Your mind was racing at top speed. Jonathan’s comment played on repeat in your mind. He said eavesdrop. You tried to dismiss your thoughts, chalking his comment up to you being a nosy lover, but nevertheless, your thoughts gnawed at you.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened, pulling you away from the mental debate.

You crossed the lobby to find Pine, Roper, and the rest of the group waiting outside the entrance to the restaurant. There was a strange man with them; he must have been Roper’s buyer. You ducked into the crowd to get closer to them, when a strong caught your wrist and pulled you back. It was Pine, looking as fucking pristine in his suit and tie as he could despite the fact that fifteen minutes ago he was fucking you into the mattress and calling you his personal whore.

“Where do you think you’re going, kitten?” He purred into your ear as he held you tight.

“Pine!” Roper called out. “Everything all right? We’re getting ready to head in.”

Jonathan’s expression changed to that of nonchalance and professionalism. Again, you could never tell. “Fine. Kitten here was just complaining about being tired; the trip has apparently already taken its toll. Isn’t that right, kitten?” He slid his hands between your bodies to grope your ass. Of course, no one else noticed; he’s too clever for that.

“Yes,” you squeaked.

Roper dismissed the remark with a flippant hand gesture. “Why doesn’t she head up early then?”

Your mouth dropped open, ready to protest, but Jonathan cut you off. “Good idea, Dickie. You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I’ll fill you in on the details over cigars and whisky later. Take her upstairs and put her to bed,” he stated with a wink.

“Yes, sir,” Jonathan stated before bidding his boss goodnight. You wanted, needed actually, to protest against your early dismissal, but Pine already had you halfway to the elevators. “Come along, kitten. I’m taking you to bed,” he stated with a stern, almost gravelly tone, “and this time, let’s both have a drink.”

#jonathan pine #jonathan pine fanfiction #jonathan pine fanfic #jonathan pine x reader #jonathan pine imagine #jonathan pine smut #frosthiddles collab

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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House of Mouse: The Stolen Cartoons Review (Patreon Review)

Hello all you happy people! It’s Patreon Review Time. Since my 5 dollar or higherr patreons get 1 review a month, Kevin my 10 dollar patreon is using one of his to celebrate the 20th anniversary of House of Mouse by having me review a random episode a month. And for this month we’re going all the way back to the start with The Stolen Cartoons!

I already introed house of mouse back when I reviewed “The Three Cablleros” episode but for a refresher: House of Mouse is a 2001 cartoon about Mickey and Co running a club. Mickey is host, Minnie plans the show and runs the books, Donald tends to the VIP”s and co owns the club with Mickey, Goofy is head waiter, Daisy runs guest services, Horace is technical support, Clarabelle is a gossip monger with no clear actual job, and Max is Valet. The show was used to repackage shorts from the short lived show Mickey mouseworks, using the club setting as a wraparound and said club was attentend by all the various characters from the disney canon. It’s as awesome as it sounds.

The voice cast, which I didn’t intro thorughly last time, was equally awesome with all the actors for the characters at the time, all legends in the industry. Wayne Allwine as Mickey,who played the character from the late 70′s to his death, Russi Taylor as Minnie and the Triplets, who did the same and was also married to wayne, Tony Anselmo, who should be thorughly familiar to readers of this blog and donald duck fans as his voice since Ducktales, Voice Actress Tress Macneile as Daisy, likewise, Jason Marsden as Max and Voice Acting Legend Jim Cummings as Pete. All except Allweine i’ve profieled before on this blog in various other series, but Wayne, outisde of a very minor role in black cauldron, only voiced Mickey, and to me is the defntiive voice for the guy, though Chris is getting close.

The other notable members of the cast i havent’ covered are April Winchell, who while tremendous, I will save for an episode Clarabelle is actually in more, and Bill Farmer. I have a great amount of Love for Bill and like everyone here, he was a vertran of the industry by the time he showed up in this series. His defining roll far and away is goofy, who was, to my delighted surprise his FIRST voice audition, having studided PInto Colving’s voice well to the point you can barely tell the difference between the two, and having inherited the roll around the same time as Russi and Tony. He’s the voice of Goofy I and most kids from the 80′s onward have grown up with and is the best at the roll by far, having chances for depth and nuance Pinto wasn’t allowed with the Goofy Movies and other works. IN general he’s just THE goofy to me. He’s also the voice of horace and pluto, and currently voices Hop Pop in Amphibia which is super noteworthy as looking at his filmography like a lot of the sensational 6′s va’s he’s only voiced goofy or Pluto for most of his career. But hey like Tony, if you only do one charcter might as well be the fucking best at it. He also has a show on Disney Plus with him and dogs I need to watch yesterday.

So with our cast out of the way, and not much history to go into, join me after the cut and we’ll see how House of Mouse got it’s start and if it was a good one.

Breaking from my usual format for House of Mouse and doing the shorts as they come up int he main story for two reasons: The first is that the shorts are integral to the plot and the second is that there’s way more main story this time around than usual, likely to properly set things up.

So we open at the House of Mouse with Mickey Adressing the club and showing off the general premise of this being a club for all of the various heroes and villains of disney to hang out and what not. He also presents the house rules which are no smoking (Fair and should’ve always been a thing), no villianous schemes and no eating the other guests, all helpfully demonstrated as he says them. We also get to see the others in action: Minnie handling the schedule and the crew, Donald welcoming the guests, and Daisy running the desk and getitng brainwashed by Jafar into giving him a table. Max also is providing his job as Valet which surprised me because I genuinely thought he didn’t join the cast till season 2.. despite the fact he’s right there in the credits.. which are the same for ALL THREE SEASONS.

So things are going well.. so naturally that’s when Pete shows up to try and ruin things. Look he’s having a hard time after the divorce.. several years ago. Okay maybe he’s always just been a dick and that’s why he’s divorced in the first place. Point is he naturally wants to shut the club down, boot them out, and wreck up the place like any natural cartoon villian or real estate scum bag landlord. Pete just happens to be both because he can multitask. .and because it’s basically the same thing you just have to be animated for one of them. Thankfully whoever the previous Landlord was, i’m going with Shere Kahn given the setting, his roll in tailspin and the fact the obvious candidate, scrooge, would make no sense here given a later episode where he guest stars, wrote into the contract that as long as the show goes on, they can stay in business. Pete stews over this and naturally plans to stop the show while Minnie, in a cute bit, comforts a nervous mickey and just tells him to play some cartoons. So...

Pluto Gets the Paper: Wet Cement and Donald’s Dynamite: Magic Act I”m covering both of these at once. But as I said the animated shorts this time are one big sized one and two of the shorter ones to make more room for the story. Which is fair: this is the first episode, and thus needs to set up the premise. The series isn’t story driven but your first episode should still feel like one, ease you into the world and get you situated and THEN can do the normal format. It’s also in the episode’s favor as the heavier story focus meant a BETTER story than most season 1 episodes, on par with the two season 3 episodes i’ve covered so far.

The shorts themselves are fine. So far this is the only Pluto Short i’ve liked as it has a neat enough gaga: Pluto has to get the paper in wet cement. Why did the paperboy throw it in wet cement instead of in the driveway, I dunno but given this short is well.. short and just meant to deliver on some quick gags, I’m not going to question it. It’s the first Pluto short i’ve covered without any dog sexual harassment, i’m not looking a gift dog in the mouth.

The other short short played right after is part of a series where Donald ends up trying to get rid of a round bomb that shows up wherever he is....

It’s pretty damn funny, though being a huge Donald fan i’m obviously biased, but even removing my donald duck brand sunglasses, I will concede this was objectively fun.

But the cartoons stop as, true to the title, they’ve gone missing! Horace is found tied up, the cartoons are gone and Pete is obviously responsible. and hilariously so as the rope has his name on it and he says “I don’t know horace horsecollar” There are a LOT of good gags in this one, i’m leaving a lot out for time’s sake.

So Mickey and Minnie come up with a plan: Mickey sends the.. Quackstreet Boys.... to stall. Now it may shock you but I actually LIKE the backstreet boys. Not to an extreme amount but I did grow up with them, and even now find their music pretty damn good. No my issue is this parody is weak, mostly running entirely on the title pun. The most I can give them credit for is using the outfits from their second album cover. No I wasn’t kidding I did grow up with them. You saw that everywhere so even if I didn’t enjoy their music then and now, i’d know it. But it just feels really weak, like they had no idea what to DO with the boys and instead just slapped them in a lame parody. It dosen’t help i’m not a fan of the classic version of the boys outside of the comics, as I feel later productions should’ve had them actually be distinct, and it took until 2017 to pull that off with the reboot, something I fear may be undone in future productions. Please.. don’t.. you can have Cristina Vee voice them all, I don’t care about the voice I just want to be able to tell them a apart. So yeah I don’t like it but it dosen’t drag the episode down. Just something I wanted to have a moan about.

So they split up: Mickey, Minnie and Goofy go to shoot a cartoon while Donald runs the club. Naturally he rebrands.. but what really is telling is everyone boos him when he tries to mc.. just for not being Mickey. While Donald does have a massive inferiority complex here, desperately wanting to one up mickey.. with moments like this it’s hard not to see why> He’s JUST as big a star, just as talented , maybe not as nice but just as likeable. He even co-owns the club. But ironically only Mickey Himself, and Daisy of Course, treat him like an equal. To everyone else it’s Mickey’s world and he’s just the sidekick. It’s no wonder he spend sthe entire show desperately trying to outdo mickey: he doesn’t hate the guy, even if he wouldn’t admit it.. but he just wants to be loved too. Sure it’s part ego.

Mickey does return though with the new cartoon. And our only sizeable one so.

Hickory Dickory Mickey: This is a REALLY good one with a simple enough premise; Goofy wants Mickey to take him to the airport at 6am tomorrow.. which Mickey balks at.

Seriously i’ve woken up at 3-4am to go to the airport or on road trips. Waking up at 5:30 is pretty standard. Goofy also has good reason to ask as he once BROKE MICKEY OUT OF JAIL. And as seen up top the flashback is done in black and white AND with their old models. I just.. love everything about this and it had to have taken extra effort to make new models for the old models and thus extra money for a quick joke. So kudos best part of the episode. But with his hands tied Mickey is forced to take him and Goofy leaves him his clock which won’t stop ticking. So we get just.. nonstop good gags as Mickey tries to sleep with standouts being his trying to drown it out only to get the tick station, the tock station on the radio and the clock channel on the tv. He also tries to mail it and naturally it comes back thanks to a kangaroo when he ships it to Australia..a nd then get’s progressively batshit as he mails it to HADES (comes back in a puff of smoke) and to the 1920′s (It comes back in black and white with arms and legs). It’s just.. really damn good and I suggest seeking it out. I have liked other shorts better but this was a good one.

Pete still gloats as they’ll need more cartoons.. only for one to fall out of his jacket and Mickey to shake the rest out. We then get a fun chase between the two, SO many good jokes, my favorite being him dressing up as a dalmation only for Cruella to take measurements, before being cornered by the three and the elephant from tarzan who throws him out.. right next to pepper-ann and her mom “Don’t touch the villian dear”. Good crossover.. and another show that like House of Mouse is not on disney plus don’t ask me why.

So our heroes win, we get our usual sponsorship and unusually we see the guests leave, a nice bit I wish they did more. All’s well that ends well.

Final Thoughts: This episode was fantastic. It introduces the cast well, sets up our villian, our basic premise and while only having one major cartoon, uses that as a plot point and it’s a damn good one. A fantastic start to the series and frankly the best place to start if your curious about the show. I’d like to thank Kev for sponsoring this review. If you’d like your own review you can look at comissoin details on my blog or get one guaranteed every month by becoming a 5 dollar patreon. You get one guaranteed review a month, acess to my discord server for my patreons, and to pick a short when I do birthday specials. And contributing to my patreon gets me closer to my stretch goals, even one dollar helps. Next goal not only gets reviews of the super ducktales mini series, but also a darkwing duck episode EVERY MONTH. And with the plug done, i’ll see you at the next rainbow.

#house of mouse #mickey mouse #donald duck #peg legged pete #pete pete #minnie mouse #bill farmer #daisy duck #2001 #horrace horsecollar #tarzan #pluto #max goof

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clandestine-j · 3 years

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911 - S5.01 Reaction / Review

so! this will be my first season of 911 that i watched while it was airing! and for that journey, i want to do episode reviews, idk if it'll always happen but i'm hyped so let's get to it! !

first the over-arching plot, the ransom hit. now, i saw a lot of people saying it was cheesy and over the top and took them out and etc...and but no, not for me lol. i guess i just love the visual's of the chaos, how they get out of the chaos. people paying more attention to road? love it, i love the fact that it was a bunch of people because i believe it to extent, the same as everything getting hacked. cars going crazy, clocks messing around, cars having their murder intent. it's just a mess and i love the mess.

i don't know what episodes jlh will be out for the season but before she leaves, i hope they delve into the post-partum the best they can. i know people hate seeing her cry and etc but sad maddie just does something to me. when she was late waking up, you could juse everything dragging her down. idk if the news is the best thing to watch but hey, maybe it is helping her. and chim, best husband, best boi.

also the funniest man ever, fight me.

but chim is such a loving guy and i just want the best for him. if chim wants the world, i'll get him the world.

hen is the best girl and her and karen are the cheesiest couple, i love it. karen dropping so much knowledge that david didn't get a chance to speak this episode. but hen has been her usual loving self and hen can do no wrong. ( and yes she did but if i delete that entire arch from my mind, it didn't happen ) but really, i'm glad to have her back and i don't want hen to leave even though she'd make an amazing doctor. U STILL SAVING PEOPLE GIRL.

i love the love between bobby and athena. when she woke up in the morning with bobby and harry making waffles (with cheese!) i love the family unit and how everyone works to make it work. it was heart breaking to watch bobby just watch athena and be worried about her. things are hard but if i believe in any relationship, i believe in theirs.

also, i know some people aren't happy with that guy coming back but it's life. thing's don't move smoothly and sometimes you can't close the door on parts of your life whenever you want. but i know athena will not only overcome the trauma but kick his ass so i'm waiting for the sweet, sweet moment.

i think they shot eddie's panic attack well, the moment it started, how it took him a few seconds and the panic attack and etc. i can understand them not doing the ptsd for the shooting ( and honestly, i think buck would have it more than him ) but i do like that we see it's the normal pressure's of life. he's such a tightly wound guy that's it's good to see just life causing his crisis and that it wasn't done away with, he got a little shoot at that guy in the air control tower and i don't want to see eddie in pain but he does it well. and i'll shove it in here but worried!buck and emotional puddle!eddie, and then chim and hen being like 'these guys'

and then eddie and ana, it's so strange for me. they had a good meeting, the chemistry was there. then they had the skating hiccup but i thought they had chemistry and the writers went *boop* seriously, if i was ana's actress, i'd be offended. honestly, they could've cut half of taylor-buck to develop ana a bit more. maybe they always intended for her to go at some point because she doesn't have a job that connects to the main story but idk, maybe introduce her in another way? idk, i think potential was there and was wasted.

also, i wouldn't compare the buck-family scene to the ana-mom scene. one, it seems like she's letting eddie set the terms of their relationship because he is a father. it doesn't seem like they had an official title or maybe she was panicked about the thought of chris thinking she's trying to replace his mom so she went with friend because it's a safe and that's a touchy subject so i could get why she got tied up in a moment of awkwardness.

i also saw people saying it was awkward to flirt like that around chris but eddie started it and he didn't seem to mind. that moment had chemistry (or i'm just falling for eddie's shh face bc it was sexy) and couples do that all the time, adults do that.

i gag at the fact that they panned to ana when they asked if eddie had any new stress. and then going into that scene, i also saw comments that the relationship was ehhh (which it is) because she just looked worried and was silent but i saw it as a respect to eddie to not mention the shooting because it's his to mention. i like that it was chris who spoke up. force your dad to admit it.

and chris, eddie said he felt good about it but then it's he's not feeling it? does he really not want to go or is the suit fitting also bringing back memories of shanon and the last him he wore it? either way baby, you look amazing.

may isn't an a-lister actress but i don't think she's bad. i'm happy to see her grow as an actress and a dispatcher.

idk, i've said what i needed to say about buck-taylor but i've also seen peeps saying that buck wasn't upset about taylor grabbing his phone and using his face, which, he might not be. but you could see he wasn't expecting it and he was irritated about it but in normal buck fashion, he just pushed it away and followed along. which is fine, i guess, it's a relationship or whatever.

so, i think as far as people / relationships / things, i hit the big beats. so i'll have some more randomly listed thoughts.

i thought the judge was in on it because HIS CRIMES but i get that she was following the law and what he wanted wasn't wrong / there wasn't a reason to deny him ( i mean other than the people he hurt but i'm not a judge, just a person who watches )

and honestly, he brought up some good points, this was a good way to show how police work needs to be air-tight, it sucks but i could see him getting away with it ( and this was before he felt like skipping the court-room )

air traffic control people are mental because i wouldn't have taken for the scare to be over for me to pass out. nope. would've happened already

david is good looking

baby buck

you and chris at the christening

I DIDN'T SEE THE LAWYER COMING

my stream started to lag around that part, the audio and etc was lagging and i just...

WHY DID SHE DO MY MAN LIKE THAT???

i don't know if the whole being fired thing was real or a plan but if it wasn't real, i could see her having been attracted to him before the case or felt something for him during it, she got caught up in whatever the groupies did

i don't think it was a plan for her to cut lou because even the dude looked shocked? so idk but man, that being played along side athena being happy and calling the victims, it hit hard.

pls don't be dead, pls

is the air traffic control person's name really soup? i wanna fight

albert? ravi?

maybe more things will come later but this all i can think about right now? i loved the opening scene of the 118 being together and all of them but i can't wait to see them in action, action.

this, an entire ramble of my thoughts.

#911 spoilers #c;911 #athena grant #bobby nash #maddie #buck #eddie #ana #taylor kelly #hen #chim #my other shows didn't have this many tags #lol

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caught me, d.d.

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requested by anonymous

Coming home to David masterbating He moan y/n and she fucks his brains out

disclaimer: smutty smut with a spark of angst. (also i changed the request a bit to spice things up bc i was just feeling this plot)

You clicked on post.

Happy with the new photoshoot you did with your friend Jack, you felt confident. Unlike other photos you’ve posted on your Instagram, this shoot was a little more sexy. It didn’t show that much, but you were wearing some cute lingerie. The shoot was in your bedroom, in your real house, and turned out really beautiful.

Your friends knew about this photoshoot for a while now and they were all anxious to see the photos, but you haven’t shown anyone, still deciding if you were gonna post it in the first place or keep them to yourself. Not giving anyone a heads up, you posted.

Smiling to yourself, you got chills on your stomach, making a promise to not look how many likes or comments for at least two hours. You didn’t want to keep checking every five minutes and end up going insane.

You just left a meeting with your manager, which ended up 40 minutes earlier than expected. Not having much to do until you had to meet David at his house, you decided to grab some Chipotle and meet him sooner than expected. David was your closest friend, you spent time together most of the week, you were always on the vlogs and trusted each other with your deepest secrets and desires.

Took less than 20 minutes for you to arrive. Parking out front, you loved how silent your own Tesla was, a gift from David himself, one of the best moments of your life. You checked the open garage, not seeing Natalie’s car. You helped yourself inside, holding your handbag and the food. The first thing you saw was David on the couch, wearing a black hoodie from his merch. You smiled to yourself, finding this the greatest opportunity to scare him, since he’s probably concentrated on editing his next vlog. You slowly put down your bag and the food, trying your best not to make any sound, took your shoes off and tippy toed towards the couch.

As you were getting closer, you heard some panting.

“Oh God, fuck… You’re so hot, baby. I want to fuck you so hard, yeah, suck my dick, just like that.” David was whispering to himself, his eyes semi-open, looking at a picture on his phone. “Mm… Fuck, I want you to sit on my face, I bet you taste so good baby. Oh, shit, yeah just like that, suck it all.”

Once you realize what David was saying, you froze in your place. Oh my god. You were near the couch but he couldn’t really see you. Curiosity got the best of you and you wanted to see who was the picture on his phone, inspiring him to jerk off so intensely.

Then you recognized it. The photo. It was you. That was your sexy photoshoot that you just posted 20 minutes ago. David was jerking off thinking about you.

“Holy shit.” The words escaped your mouth before you could stop yourself.

You saw everything in slow motion. David immediately turned, he saw you, screamed, got up and his phone slipped and fell to the ground. He fixed his pants and tried to find his phone, while screaming at you.

“(Y/N), WHAT THE FUCK?” David could barely look at you. You stood there, shocked. “When did you get here? Why didn’t you say anything? Do you want to fucking scare me to death? Wait… Is it 11:30 yet?” David looked around to a clock on the wall. “It’s 11 am! What are you doing here this early?”

David kept yelling and panting, finally finding his phone and closing Instagram. He took one look at you and looked away, too embarrassed to even continue the conversation.

“Please, just… fucking leave okay? We’ll talk later. I just need… I need… Argh, I don’t even know.” David started to make his way to his bedroom.

Something triggered you and you made your way towards David, managing to position yourself on his way to the room. “David, stop! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sneaked in like that, I was trying to scare you like you scare me all the time.”

David didn’t even look at you, he just stared at the ground.

“David, please! It’s not a big deal.” David closed his eyes and sighed, furious. “No, c'mon, don’t be like that.”

Before David could do anything, you hugged him. He froze.

“Come on, we’ve shared so many things, including stories about our sex life” You tried to reason with him, but soon realized that hugging him wasn’t your greatest idea. Not only could you feel the massive hard bulge on his pants, the proximity made your leg hump on it slightly.

David took one slow deep breath. “You’re not exactly helping me right now, (Y/N). Can you please just leave?”

You were clearly upset that you caused this and even managed to make it worse. You stopped hugging him, distancing yourself slightly, only to look at his face. He still wouldn’t look back at you.

Your heart was beating faster, but your body took control over your actions. Your hand slid from his stomach down to his pelvis, where you managed to get your hand inside his pants and feel his length. That made him instantly look up to you, but you didn’t say a word. Your eyes just automatically looked at his lips as you started stroking him. David took a deep breath and his breath came out shaky, since you put pressure in your stroke and he was already so sensitive.

With your other hand, you touched his face and kissed him softly. Then you looked at him, to see his reaction. Trying to read you, David bit his bottom lip and brought you closer to a deeper kiss, sliding his tongue on yours. Your movements started getting faster, but you had a better idea. Stopping the kiss and letting go of his dick, you earned a very confused expression from David, which turned into shock and then admiration when you got down on your knees to take off his pants and take him into your mouth.

David had to support himself by holding onto the wall beside him. You tried to take him all in, but went as far as your gag would let. You started stroking him as well, pressing your lips on his skin and sucking him fast.

“Holy fucking… Oh God,” David pressed his eyes shut, his hand went straight to your hair and pressed your strands, motivating you.

The expressions and moans coming out of him were triggering a side of you that you hadn’t noticed existed in the first place. The taste of him, the way he reacted to a little more pressure on the tip. You were loving every second of it. Taking him out of your mouth for a second, you looked up at him, while licking his tip.

“Hey Dave…” You called him, with a sexy voice. David forced himself to look down on you, still holding your hair. “Wanna fuck my mouth?”

David almost came right that second. He took a deep breath and held tight to your hair, swallowing his saliva, trying to hold on a little longer. “Y-yeah.” You absolutely loved how helpless and defeated he looked.

You opened your mouth to him, looking up without one blink. David started slowly, moving his hips to fuck your mouth. The feeling of it along with the view gave him hardcore chills all over his body. The rhythm started getting faster and faster, your hair now in a messy ponytail in his hands. He was focused, his breathing erratic, biting his own bottom lip. You moan a little bit, loving all that.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” David barely got through the three words and he was cumming in your mouth, while still thrusting in and out.

Letting him take his time while recovering from that, soon he looked down on you and took his dick out of your mouth completely, quickly fixing his pants. Taking your hand in his, David had a look in his eyes that you never saw before. Dangerous, even. At once, he turned your body against his, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling your pants and underwear down. Quickly positioning you against the wall, pulling your ass back, now David was on his knees.

“My turn,” His deep voice echoed at the hallway.

“Oh shit,” Those were the only words that you could express before you felt David eating you from behind. Your ass cheeks were on his hands, which he made sure to grab and spank, while his tongue found your entrance and you made you moan.

His right hand found your clit, which he started to stimulate with fast movements. The combination was driving you wild, fast. You held yourself to the wall, your eyes rolling back every time you felt his tongue touching your folds. You thought you knew David pretty well, considering you both share everything, including sex fantasies and experiences. Although you knew he could get around with pleasuring a girl, this was a whole other level. He made sure to put the right pressure on each spot, making you crumble into his mouth.

Your climax was starting to build up to a place where you knew you’d cum and David felt that too, which made him stop immediately and rise up. The whole unexpected situation was turning him on majorly. He was hard again from eating you out. You whined when he stopped, but when he pressed his body against yours, his lips on your ear, you knew.

“I want you to fuck me hard David,” You said, quoting himself from earlier.

Not much else was needed before David took himself out of his pants and positioned by your entrance. Both of you were ecstatic, blind by desire. Slowly thrusting into you, didn’t take him long before he was moving faster and deeper, holding you tight against his body. You could feed your insides aching for him, as you moaned his name. Your left hand found his hair, which you pressed your fingers on. The thrusts were getting more intense and since you were sensitive from before, didn’t take him long to make you cum.

“Fuck,” You whispered to yourself as he held you tighter.

Both of you heard Natalie’s car parking outside the door. David kept going faster, completely aware his assistant was about to walk in on you and him fucking in the living room. From the entrance door, no one could see us, but Natalie was about to come inside the house. David came inside you, moaning breathlessly into your ear. You gave him a second to recover, hearing the glass door opening.

“David?” Natalie called out loudly, distracted by her phone.

You and David never fixed your clothes faster in your lives. You jumped into the couch, picking up your phone and fakely scrolling through Instagram. David went for his bedroom, as a fake attempt to say he’s been there all this time. “Hey Nat,” You looked back, fixing your hair before she looked back at you.

“Oh hey (Y/N)! I totally forgot you were coming here!” She smiled at you, clueless. “Where’s David?” Nat looked around.

“Uh…” You looked around too. “I think…”

“Bathroom.” David said, closing the door to his bedroom and walking towards the living room. “Did you get the dry cleaning?”

You were stunned by how David was fully acting on this, not a hint in his face of what you just did.

“Yeah, she said the tux will be ready by friday though,” Natalie put her bag on top of the pool table, with some of David’s clothes. “Is that Chipotle by the door?”

You completely forgot. “Oh shit, yeah, I got it for the three of us.” You quickly got up and walked over to pick it up. “I got you a bowl, Nat, I hope that’s okay. We might need to heat it up a bit.”

“Yeah, that’s great! Thanks (Y/N). You saved me, because I totally forgot to order anything,” Natalie laughed, but took a good look at you and then David, now sitting on the lovesac. “Is everything okay? You’re both acting kinda weird.”

“David’s just moody because he wanted to nap and I arrived a little early.” I made up some excuse, which by Natalie’s face, was completely believable. You started taking the food out of the bag and putting it by the kitchen counter.

“You don’t wanna mess with that,” Natalie joked. “Hold on, let me just put my clothes in my room and I’ll join you.”

David was walking towards the kitchen when Natalie left, making his way to you, pulling you closer by the waist. You bit your lower lip as he kissed you on the cheek, then whispering in your ear. “You can walk in on me any time you want, now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh when you looked at him, his face completely red and flustered, as yours probably was too.

#david dobrik #david dobrik imagines #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik smut #david dobrik fluff #david dobrik angst #david dobrik x reader #vlog squad #vlog squad imagines #vlog squad smut #vlogsquad #david dobrik fic #david dobrik one shot

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Precure Day 186

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 38 - “Precure 5′s Cinderella Story” Date watched: 15 May 2020 Original air date: 28 October 2007 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/Sc5B6vA Transformation Gallery: https://imgur.com/a/6k6SzS0 Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

Glass slippers: not even once

This episode introduces an idea that will get explored a fair few times in series down the road: the fairy tale episode. Cinderella is a particularly popular one, because it’s a simple story that little girls can imagine themselves in and there’s a lot of room to play with the narrative. It’s hardly a revolutionary idea for fiction, but it’s still fun to see how Precure plays with it, and the spin in this episode is particularly unusual for manifesting in two different ways. Let’s explore!

The Plot

Milk decides to try copying down the story of Cinderella for writing practice, as she plans to write her own novel a la Komachi, and copying a book is apparently a good way to study story structure. However, she gets bored copying it verbatim, so she decides to put her own spin on the narrative, portraying the cures as the characters. Nozomi is Cinderella, Komachi is the evil mother, Rin and Karen are the evil sisters, and Urara is the witch (no fairy godmother here). Coco fills the role of the prince at the ball and Nuts is another nobleman. All of the characters are strangely self-aware, except for Nozomi. They know the story of Cinderella, they know they’re characters in it, they’re basically going through the motions as the story dictates. When Urara shows up to give Nozomi her magical makeover, she winds up transforming her into other fictional characters first before she gets it right.

this dress should look familiar

Once she’s at the ball, Nozomi trips and falls, getting the attention of Prince Coco, who in turn dances with her. Nuts also approaches Komachi and asks her to dance, commenting that it’s just the kind of story they’re in. Karen and Rin have an exchange where they ask who Coco is dancing with despite both of them knowing exactly who it is. Urara shows up in a gown, and everyone knows she was supposed to be the witch. Did I mention it was weird? And to reiterate, Milk is writing this, these aren’t the real Nozomi and co. transported into the story. Milk has written them to be self-aware. What a strange book. Anyway, she has Nozomi trip and fall and they all end up in a pile on the ground and that’s where her story leaves off when she’s interrupted by the real girls knocking on her door. She hides her writing from them and tries to find somewhere more private to write, but as soon as she steps outside, Bunbee confronts her and decides to suck everyone into the world of her story.

Darkness imprisoning me, all that I see - wait have I used that joke before?

The next thing they know, they’re inside Milk’s Cinderella! But they don’t bother acting out the story, they see Bunbee holding Milk hostage and he turns the chandelier into a Kowaina, so they transform as well.

The Kowaina is able to use reflected light as laser beams to attack the girls so the team scatters. Dream and Rouge focus on fighting Bunbee to try to rescue Milk, but the kowaina keeps getting in their way, so Lemonade, Mint, and Aqua manage to hold it off while the other two get the jump on Bunbee. They free Milk, and then get upset at collateral damage to the castle being caused by their fight. Bunbee taunts that he’ll destroy this world like he destroyed the Palmier Kingdom, but all the girls respond by kicking his ass and the kowaina’s ass and then Dream performs Crystal Shoot to defeat it, and Bunbee flees.

After they detransform, the clock strikes midnight and they realize they’re still in the story, so they all run to get “home”. On the way down the stairs, Nozomi trips and one of her glass slippers flies off, opening a portal back to Natts House.

Somehow the glass slipper came back with them, and they remember that whoever it fits is supposed to marry the prince. Nozomi and Coco share a glance but before she can put it on, Milk LEAPS into the air and lands inside the shoe, claiming it as a perfect fit. Nozomi starts to chase her, demanding her shoe back, while Karen, Komachi, and Rin pick up the scattered pages of Milk’s manuscript. They take umbrage with her portrayal of them in the story, and the episode closes on Nozomi, Karen, and Rin all chasing her up the stairs.

The Analysis

It’s certainly a fun episode, a nice uptick from the last few. The spins on Cinderella are clever and funny, and this cast really makes it work. I do find it weird just how self-aware they seem to be in Milk’s story. One time in high school (probably around the time this show aired actually) I did a creative writing assignment which completely shattered the fourth wall, but my jokes were more absurdist than this. The characters act as though they’re the real Nozomi, Rin, etc who have been transported into the story and know they have to act it out, rather than like they’re characters within the narrative watching as the events unfold. I don’t really understand why it was composed this way, it doesn’t make sense from Milk’s perspective to have them be self-aware and make comments on their knowledge of the story, that sort of gag is much more suited for the characters being sucked into the story, which they did in the second half of the episode anyway. Structurally it may have been better to have them absorbed into the story early in the episode, play out the tale of Cinderella until the mid-point, and then Bunbee reveals himself or something and the rest goes as normal.

Regardless of whether the gags make sense in context, though, they are hilarious. The wicked stepmother being played by the nicest girl of the bunch is peak irony, and Rin and Karen the frequent head-butters as the stepsisters makes me laugh, although they didn’t really play up their little rivalry. None of them take their roles very seriously, which adds to the comedy. The highlight for me has to be when Urara shows up and transforms Nozomi. She cycles through a couple different outfits before she gets it right:

The most notable ones are Momotaro and Princess Kaguya, who are the subjects of famous Japanese fairy tales.

She also gets turned into a bear, a clown, and even a monster! I enjoy the self-awareness as well. Urara showing up at the ball despite and being called out by the others as the witch, the frequent comments about this all being “how the story goes” or what have you. My favorite exchange is when Karen asks who’s dancing with the Prince and Rin tells her it’s Cinderella, the title character, and Karen responds that she knows but she has to stick to the script. I don’t know why but this is peak comedy to me, and my greatest wish is that it be the actual characters who are saying this and not just Milk writing.

The payoff to this, however, is the revelation at the end when Karen, Komachi, and Rin look at Milk’s manuscript and realize exactly how she’s cast them. Even if Karen and Milk have a good relationship, she doesn’t like being exploited in this way, and when Milk remarks that an angry Karen is scarier than an evil sister, she and Rin lose their minds and start to chase her. Komachi, in typical fashion, is upset but not angry. I have said it before but I love the character interactions in this show. They always manage to play off each other wonderfully, and they seamlessly and believably transition between comedy and seriousness.

Curiously, Milk doesn’t insert herself into the story for whatever reason. You would expect her to place herself in the role of Cinderella so she could get the handsome prince, but she seems more content to play god with her friends, and especially to make Nozomi suffer.... although the worst thing she actually does is have her trip and break things a lot. Considering she says she wants to be with Coco romantically, she doesn’t show it much. She fantasizes about it a little bit when she’s in his presence but on some level she seems to realize he’s a better match for Nozomi. I think it’s telling that she automatically pairs up Coco with Nozomi and Komachi with Nuts even in her fantasy.

The villain plot of this episode is rather lackluster. Sucking the girls into the world of Cinderella and then destroying it isn’t as effective as sucking them into Komachi’s novel, which was an actual dangerous setting that Arachnea enhanced in that instance. It doesn’t benefit Bunbee in any way to have them in this setting, and that’s disappointing. I wish they could have better justified it. It does allow for a pretty good fight, but it’s not any better than battles they’ve fought in the real world. My favorite part is when Cure Rouge mule kicks Bunbee, and then a sequence where everyone gets single or pair attacks in on him where their animation is really warped because it’s going fast.

It’s not bad, you can only see this if you freeze-frame, but boy is it weird. And there’s some other animation oddities in this episode. I’m not sure if I’ve brought up before their habit of drawing a shot from far away that has low detail, and either zooming in on it or starting up close and zooming out, but the point is, when they do this, it really enhances how low-quality the drawing is. And there’s a shot of Bunbee that’s drawn this way for some reason. It’s zoomed in on him as a person, he transforms, and THEN the camera zooms out. I can only assume they originally blocked this shot out as being zoomed out always, because otherwise there’s no reason that his human model should be as low-res as it is.

Here’s a fun little bit of continuity I picked up on that relates to Bunbee as well. If you remember way back in episode 14, he used a missile attack that broke Mint Reflection, and they had to team up to deflect it. Well he uses it again here, but this time, Komachi has Mint Shield at her disposal, which we know is stronger, and it’s able to block the missile completely without anyone else’s assistance.

Additionally, one little oddity I picked up on is, of all things, a reused piece of background music! During the scene where Urara-as-the-witch appears to Nozomi-Cinderella, they cue her in with the track “Strange Occurrence” from the FWPC soundtrack. I haven’t noticed any other instances of them using backing tracks from outside this season’s OST, so this sticks out to me.

I want to say a quick piece about these ball gowns that they’re all wearing and then I’ll wrap this up.

If you have a keen eye and a good memory, you might remember Nozomi’s dress and Coco’s suit as being first seen in her brief fantasy in episode 34:

The others are new.... sort of. Chronologically speaking this is their first appearance, but they also show up in the movie which premiered a week after this episode’s broadcast, and I’m reasonably certain, because of how long movies take to produce, they were designed for that first and then incorporated back into the show. Reusing costume designs isn’t a new phenomenon, I pointed out way back in FWPC that they reused the Romeo and Juliet costumes in the dream episode, I just wanted to point it out.

This was a fun episode with some great gags in it, but while they tried to put an original spin on the concept of placing your characters in another established fictional work, the execution fell short of its potential and keeps the episode from being as good as it could have been.

My next review will be the Yes! Precure 5 movie! I always allow myself to indulge on movies, and this one will be no exception, so in order to make it the best review possible, it’s going to take several days of work to get done. I hope to have it out within a week, and I’ll make progress announcements about it on PCD Status, so please be patient and look forward to that!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 kettei!

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161. ain’t we got fun (1937)

release date: may 1st, 1937

series: merrie melodies

director: tex avery

starring: mel blanc (cat, old man, elevator operator), billy bletcher (mobster mouse), berneice hansell (mice), tommy bond (taunting mouse)

the last cartoon we saw, which was another tex cartoon, was the behemoth porky’s duck hunt, which revolutionized the fate of looney tunes. pretty big shoes to fill after the fact! unfortunately, the shoes aren’t filled all the way. nevertheless, we’ll explore why. as the old saying goes, when the cat’s away, the mice will play (which is coincidentally the title of a 1938 tex cartoon as well!)

the opening shot is a homely multiplane pan across a sleepy, snowy landscape at night, underscored by a comfortable piano accompaniment. hone in on one house in particular, where a cat lounges in an armchair, positioned right in front of a roaring fire. another long pan across the household, where we meet our antagonist.

though this is a blue ribbon reissue, thus covering the credits, chuck jones and bob clampett get the animation credit for this one. chuck jones’ work is noticeable right away as we spot his animation of the old man, shuffling along the vicinity of the house, the newspaper in his fist shaking from the old man’s tremor. “yeah, there’s nothing like a good ol’ easy chair when a body’s tired.”

our old man displays his endearing, warm-hearted charm as he approaches his cat, abusing it by smacking the cat repeatedly with the newspaper, ordering the cat to “git!” the poor cat settles on a rug for comfort instead, nestling down for the night. then, tex displays some succinct timing as a book is thrown out of nowhere, konking the cat right on the noggin.

perhaps the only one who enjoys the cat’s suffering more than the old man is a mouse tucked away in the safety of its mouse hole, peering into the living room with glee as it tinkers around slyly. carl stalling’s accompaniment in conjunction with the mouse’s furtive footsteps create a combination that we would be seeing in many a cartoon, but primarily in friz freleng’s cartoons (the ever sly genius sylvester comes to mind). with the cat asleep, the mouse boldly takes a few strides outside its territory, waving its little paw in front of the closed eyes of the beast. no reaction. the mouse skirts back to the hole, not taking any chances. now sure that the cat is out like a light, the mouse gleefully grabs a paper and pencil and scrawls “the cat’s asleep”, fashioning the message into a paper airplane.

quite an impressive shot as the mouse tosses the airplane inside the mouse hole. we’re met with an elaborate vertical pan, showcasing the structure and inter-workings of the household. one mouse catches hold of the plane at the other end, opening it up. his mouse buddies crowd around to read the message. can it be? berneice hansell’s giggles overlap the underscore of the title song as a slew of mice stream into the mouse hole tunnel, arriving to the lookout mouse. the eager chattering ceases as the guard mouse shushes the crowd, indicating for everyone to move in slowly.

tex experiments with shadows quite a bit in this cartoon, spicing up an otherwise slightly tedious routine. the mice creep along the walls, their shadows dramatically enhancing the risk they’re all taking by being out. a clever avery-ism as a cuckoo clock chimes, threatening to blow the cover of the mice. the mice shush the cuckoo bird, and the bird, understanding, pulls out a clock of its own and showcases the time around to the invisible crowd.

freleng-esque trepid footsteps in conjunction with a minor key arrangement of “ain’t we got fun” transforms into another avery-ism as the mice suddenly whoosh past the sleeping cat. the cat wakes up, shivering from the draft left behind, and closes the open window, returning to its slumber.

now, the mice are free to roam and play as they please. the swarm all pack into a collection of mousehole elevators, an elevator operator ushering them in. in the elevator, they make various stops in the pantry to gorge on some foods. “first shelf: cheese, bananas, groceries, and jams. second shelf: candies, donuts, breads and pies. third shelf: things and stuff.” a relatively mild gag, moreso cute than funny. nevertheless, the gag redeems itself with a kick: all that’s left in the elevator is a polite, elderly woman and the operator. a bit of gallows humor as the granny inquires “could you tell me where i can find the mousetraps, please?” the operator is rightfully horrified.

the mice gorge themselves silly. one mouse chews his way through a loaf of bread, marching along with his gigantic belly. one of the more clever gags involves a gang of mice playing pool, a slice of bread as the tables, peas as the balls, and the open mouths of the mice as the pockets. one spare pea is left, and a mouse “breaks character” to slide over and catch it in his mouth. a mouse narrowly avoids being decapitated as it eats a line of cheeses from a row of mousetraps, another mouse attempts to uncork a bottle with his tail and ends up getting stuck in another bottle, one mouse indulges on a hearty helping of salami, and so on. all while this is happening, billy bletcher lends his voice to a mobster mouse warning one of his companions. “ and if the cat comes, give us a whistle like this--” he demonstrates, and his confidant nods.

raucous laughter inevitably wakes the cat from its slumber. the guard mouse takes notice, but at the worst time: just seconds before, he had been stuffing his mouth with crackers (the box, labeled WENEEDA CRACKERS, is a take on the old brand uneeda biscuit). the mouse attempts to whistle, but his efforts are in vain. whistling with crackers in the mouth, impossible. tex would reuse this gag in one of his last WB entries, the cagey canary, down to the whistler’s face growing red.

someone cries “the cat!”, and the gang of mice carving a turkey disperse just in time for the cat to shove its body through the turkey, narrowly avoiding its targets. now furious, the cat/turkey hybrid bounds through the kitchen in all of its ridiculous glory. just as it attempts to dive through an open mousehole, the doors of the hole shut the cat out, sparking a daze. an animator switch later (bob clampett maybe?), the mice retreat into their now open hole, throwing various food items in the grasp of the cat to frame him.

more chuck jones animation as the old man wakes up, finding his dirty, no good kitten sitting in the kitchen with a turkey for a body, candy cane in mouth, balancing a pile of food items. the kitchen is a total wreck. the old man chastises the cat--there’s a neat angle as all we see is his gangly, wrinkled, almost threatening finger jabbing at the cat, talking about how this is the last straw. the poses of the cat are lovely, from stan laurel whimpering to dubious shrugs. staging here could be comparable to the early sylvester and tweety cartoons, which are quite tom and jerry in nature (tweety pie comes to mind).

with that, the old man picks up the innocent kitty by the scruff of his neck, removing the cat from the turkey and kicking it outside into the snow. another avery-ism as the old man yells out the door “give ya a home and what do ya do? you eat it! now GIT!” a slam of the door in finality... or not. like in i love to singa, the old man throws the door open to blow a raspberry at the cat. the cat retaliates with a raspberry of his own.

a clever dissolve as we fade away from the cat parking its butt in the snow to the old man parking his butt in his armchair, complaining about how that old pussycat’s always in his chair. tex is a man of eloquent syntax as he displays with the old man’s rant of “good for nothin’ lazy old cat old cat lazy good for nothin’ old lazy cat.”

back to the mice, the guard mouse from before writing a new paper airplane message, this time with a bigger announcement: the cat’s gone. as the eager mice mow down the messenger as they scramble out of the hole, we finally segue into the eponymous number, “ain’t we got fun”.

definitely a highlight of the cartoon. the song itself is a classic, used since the bosko days of warner bros cartoons (honey sings it as she and a begrudging bosko wash dishes together in bosko’s mechanical man). lyrics are of course outfitted to the plot of the cartoon. the song is happy, peppy, with a nice jive. a nice opening pan of the mice playing makeshift instruments (like a pipe as a saxophoe). i believe the majority of the animation is bob clampett’s handiwork, that or virgil ross. tex experiments more with his shadows as we watch the singers dance and sing the song, shadows growing bigger and smaller and creating quite the theatrical effect. albeit brief, this is certainly one of my favorite song numbers we’ve seen thus far, in terms of song AND animation, and it definitely constitutes a watch.

now, the kitchen is a rowdy, hectic zone, so loud that the old man is woken up from his slumber. he ambles into the war zone, and is promptly pelted by various grocery items upon arrival. intriguing camera shots for sure, especially the overall layout of the kitchen. the scene is reminiscent of the merrie melodies of 1934-1935, primarily how do i know it’s sunday, where weaponizing groceries saves the day in that cartoon. interesting to note, bits of the music cue are reused from the fella with the fiddle when the mouse scrambles to disguise his home, but it’s not from the same recording.

the old man scrambles outside to safety, where he meets his kitty “friend” he kicked out. any notions of contempt and disgust are dropped from the old man as he attempts to coax his cat back into friendliness, hoping the cat will kill the mice. however, the cat’s having none of it, shaking his head and crossing his arms in defiance. great posing--definitely very avery. now, a few of the mice have congregated at the feet of the old man to witness the drama. one of the mice (who sounds suspiciously like tommy bond) remarks “see? the old cat’s not coming back!”

with that, the mice pour gas on the fire to spark some drama, taunting “YOU ARE A ‘FRAIDY CAT! YOU ARE A ‘FRAIDY CAT!” to the cat. the cat, visibly angered, zooms inside, barreling the old man over as it attacks the schoolchildren. the other mice aren’t too thrilled with the arrival of the cat, the guard mouse hurriedly tweeting on a whistle to signal the danger that approaches. various mice yell “the cat!” (including a very tiny mouse with a super high pitched squeak, a gag from the bosko days) the cat corrals the mice into their hole, and marches away proudly, tail in the air in triumph.

mice now gone, streaming out of the exposed cellar doors and into the cold night, the cat settles down in the old man’s armchair after a night of hard work. we end just where we started, the old man ambling to the chair, remarking “yeah, there’s nothing like a good ol’ easy chair when a body’s tired.” he notices the cat in his spot and raises his newspaper, preparing to strike, when he halts. in a change of heart, we get this lovely, hilarious, and absurd visual of the old man crawling on the rug, circling around in the manner of a cat and cozying up, complete with a blank stare of heavy realization that this is his new norm. he pops his head out to tell the audience “i ain’t such a mean old man after all, am i?” an offscreen book answers his question as it knocks him right on the head. iris out.

this is an interesting case. while the cartoon had moments of pure avery-isms, this feels more like a friz freleng cartoon from 1934 or 1935 than a 1937 tex cartoon. the structure, look, and feel all seem very freleng-esque, but even then towards the more milder freleng entries. with that said, it’s not a bad cartoon. it had some wonderful moments: the title number is such a wonderful mood raiser, and gags such as the gallows humor of the old woman asking where the mousetraps were and the end with the old man curling up on the rug were great. but for a tex avery cartoon, this is a weaker entry on his part. i suppose half of it is because his previous cartoon is one of the most influential cartoons to exist, and coming down from that high isn’t very easy. it just doesn’t quite feel like a tex avery cartoon. the cat is the one with the most avery influence, whereas the mice look straight out of a freleng cartoon or even a frank tashlin cartoon with those big, pie cut eyes. nevertheless, it’s a mildly entertaining cartoon that isn’t bad, but i would hardly call it a masterpiece. i’ll post (or have posted) the main highlights of the cartoon, so i suppose there’s no raging need to go out and watch this one. with that said, of course, watch it by all means if you want.

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ununniliad · 4 years

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Burst Beetle Tweseveny #7: “2007: The Translation of Desire and the Satisfaction of the Fire!”

Content warning: Unreality, second-person narration.

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Tweseveny reaches out to one of the narrative threads, the one that

tastes like Time-Waster Lad, and starts reading...

"...so yeah," says Mother Time. "We usually freeze time in some restaurant and steal the plates right off of people's tables. Man do they kick up a fuss! But by then we're gone."

Time-Waster Lad smiles and nods, pulling a pan out of the oven and setting it on the rack. He's dabbled in cooking before, usually making some monstrosity out of whatever could be pulled out of the back of the freezer, tossed together and heated until done. But this time, he's keeping it simple - flatbread, barbecue sauce, cheese, pizza. No matter how strong the itch to dive deep into the cupboards and try all the spices one at a time is. "I've never tried that. I guess I should some time, mwahaha." His 'net.villain' persona isn't very good, but that doesn't really seem to matter - Mother Time is mostly paying attention to herself.

"Yeah, don't worry about being original, we've basically done all the cool stuff first." She swings the Hourglass thru the air and turns a stack of protein bars into a mountain of nuts, dates, and chocolate chips. She picks out a chip and nibbles on it daintily.

Right. Waste her time! Keep her talking! It's his strength! "So, Mother Time--"

"Hey, hey." She holds up a finger. "Call me Tamela. But not Tammy, capiche?"

"Ri-- capiche." Time-Waster lad slides the pan into the oven to reset his conversational momentum. "But uh, the Time Crapper. I don't really know the guy! What do you like about him?"

"Hmmmmmm..." Mother, uh, Tamela leans back against the kitchen counter, setting the hourglass on it and the scythe against it-- whew, that's a little less nerve-wracking. "Well, for one thing, he's real powerful. I find guys who can destroy the Looniverse in a fit of rage, then repair it when they get hungry, incredibly sexy."

Time-Waster Lad took a moment to think about Kid Kirby. "Yeah, that's hot."

"Right?" Tamela grinned lewdly, then rolled her head back and sighed. "Even tho he's so powerful, tho, I've always got to be the one telling him what to do. It's like he doesn't want anything. Except me, of course, which is nice I do admit~"

Time-Waster Lad nods thoughtfully. "You know, that reminds me of someone I used to work with. Miss Translation. Or, well... you remind me of her, and the Time Crapper reminds me of me, there." He giggles awkwardly, oh dear.

"Reeeeeally." Tamela goes back to grinning. "Was she hot?"

"Er, well, it, we didn't really have that kind of relationship!" Time-Waster Lad flushes. "...but yeah, she was. And she was super dynamic - going for what she wanted, leaping without looking."

"Fuck yeah. That's what I'm talking about." Tamela snaps her fingers and spins around in place. "You gotta have things you want and you gotta go for them."

Time-Waster Lad smiles. "Yeah. Really, I've never been great at wanting things... or, like, I'll want something really hard for a week and then forget why I wanted it in the first place. But she had these big heroic goals... um, you know, back when I was a net.hero was when this all was," he clarifies.

Tamela shrugs. "Hero goals, villain goals, whatever. We all want something, right? Hey, is that pizza done?"

"Oh, just a sec..." Time-Waster Lad grabs the oven mitts (patterned with little cheesecakes and hearts) and pulls the pizzas out, sliding them onto the plates, grabbing the pizza cutter, and making four precise slices. "Ta-da~"

Tamela grabs a slice and takes a big messy bite. "Mmmm! You're good at this shit."

Time-Waster Lad smiles, a little bit of pride rising in his breast despite the multilayered stress of the situation. "Yeah, well, I mess around in the kitchen a lot."

"Noice. You know, I bet you'd make a great henchman," says Tamela, and Time-Waster Lad notices her eyeing him very speculatively...

"Ahaha, well!" Time-Waster Lad blushingly steps behind the counter and engages Distracting Ramble Mode. "That's kind of how I feel I was for Miss Translation. She had the big goals and the loud voice and I was happy translating for her and keeping the violence pointed in the right direction."

"But it wasn't that kinda relationship, huh." Tamela wiggles her eyebrows.

"Heh, well..." Time-Waster Lad bites his lip. "I mighta had a bit of a crush... But also, like... it felt like I was really helping. Like I was making a difference in the lives of people I cared about." He shakes his head. "Haven't felt like that in a while, t'be honest."

"Mmmmmm..." Tamela crosses her arms. "Me either... but like, you're a net.villain now! You can just make whatever you want happen, by force!"

"Er, yeah." Time-Waster Lad licks his lips. Let's be honestish... "But, well, so far that hasn't been all that satisfying either."

"...yeah, for me either." Tamela is looking into Time-Waster Lad's face. She seems to be taking him seriously. Should he... I mean, they're friendshipping the villains, right? What would he tell a friend in this situation?

He'd... okay, he wouldn't put down what a friend was doing. "Like... don't get me wrong, I bet Acton Lord wouldn't be Acton Lord if he didn't like being a net.villain. And Manga Man always seemed like he was having fun."

Mother Time looks off into the distance. Her face, lines smoothed, calm, thoughtful, is... nice. "...actually, didn't both of them retire or something?"

"...oh, well, fair." Time-Waster Lad rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "I hear Manga Man's back, tho... er, well, anyway. The point is..." His chest fills with breath, and confidence suddenly flows back into his secret places. "I wouldn't be Time-Waster Lad if I didn't like to kick back and hang out, watch some TV, play a board game, heck, just shoot the breeze. Y'know? That's all me."

"...damn, y'know, I didn't think someone could be passionate about doing jack shit~" She reaches out, and the hairs on the back of Time-Waster Lad's neck stand up, but she just ruffles his hair affectionately. It seems like it should feel weird, condescending, but instead it's just kinda nice.

So he gives her a nice smile. "So yeah... but uh, if this hasn't been satisfying for you, maybe you need to..." He pushes that confidence back in. "Maybe you need to look at your net.villain name and go, hey, should I pick out another one?" He shrugs~ "I mean, no offense, but you don't seem like you'd really wanna have kids?"

"...hah! Yeah, that's true. I picked it to fit with loverboy in there, but..." She frowns. "Maybe I should've just picked out one for myself..."

Yes! Good! "Like what?" Time-Waster Lad says, encouragingly. There's a sound behind him - someone's pushing the doors of the cafeteria open - is Tweseveny back? But he tries to concentrate on Tamela's words.

"...mmmm... Maybe--"

"Excuse me." Time-waster Lad turns his head in shock - that's not Tweseveny's voice!

The doors swing closed behind a new figure. She wears a suit of armor, with panels of what looks like lacquered mahogany in curves reminiscent of the shells of insects. There's gold trim at the wrists, ankles, and neck, and along each joint, with ivory inlays running the length of each panel. She wears a helmet with a faceted yellow visor, shaped to resemble a pair of eyes squinting with supercilious superiority, and a pair of ornate clock hands in a V on her forehead. At her waist, she wears a golden belt, with a buckle that looks like an analog clock face, hands at 7:20.

Oh shoot. Time-Waster Lad doesn't recognize the outfit - is she a newbie LNHer, another net.villain, something else? "Uhhhhh, hello, fellow net.villain, I was just chatting with my fellow net.villain Mother Time here--"

"Right." The figure pushes past him and stands in front of Mother Time, arms crossed. "Why haven't you gone to get the Rung?"

"The LNHQ was undefended like you said," oh shoot thinks Time-Waster Lad that's who this is "but there's a Cosmic Bear blocking the way, so Time-Waster Lad and his henchlady offered to help us until it's taken care of."

The unfamiliar person who's definitely a net.villain of some sort just stares at Mother Time for a moment. She raises two fingers and rubs the little circle on her forehead, between the clock hands. "I said it would be almost undefended. As in very few net.heroes there. As in two."

"..." Mother Time stares off into space. Time-Waster Lad can see her face tightening, and his stomach drops out as he understands what she understands, as the peppy energy and the gentle words he sent to her erode away like a sandcastle in the tide. He takes a step backwards, then another, his chest tensing.

Without looking, Mother Time reaches out and picks up her scythe. The moment her hand closes around the handle, the blade blazes with the unearthly blue of Cherenkov radiation. "You know what. I'm picking a new name. I'll be..." She turns and brandishes the scythe! "KILLER OF STUPID JERK TIME-WASTER LAD... WOMAN!"

"eeeeeeeengh FRICK!" Time-Waster Lad throws himself backwards, heaviness in his belly spinning sickeningly, and bolts out the swinging doors. Mother Time grabs the Hourglass and gives chase!

The unfamiliar person watches them go, leaning on the counter, shaking her head and muttering to herself. "'There's a bear'? Come on! That's the oldest excuse in the book, next to the old cat-ate-the-ocarina gag!"

She straightens and turns, towards the reader, lenses looking through the words that you're reading to meet your gaze. "And as for you..."

Tweseveny, lulled into the reverie of being a reader, startles out!

The shape of the narrative is changing, turning, someone pushing her

way out! Tweseveny pulls her perspective back, pulls herself back to being a character experiencing the story from within - but suddenly she's staggering back from an unfamiliar figure - no, she's very familiar - she's staggering back from Burst Beetle M-Plot!

"What--" says Tweseveny, back hitting the wall, hand going to her belt buckle. "How!?"

"A little messing with narrative framing shouldn't be that complicated for a writer." M-Plot spits the word like it's made of phenylthiocarbamide. "Time Crapper." She that focused gaze on him. "She's lying, distracting you from getting the Rung. She's hoping for the LNH to return and stop you."

The Time Crapper stills. His faceless gaze turns to Tweseveny, and in a voice that's consciously held steady, but has a certain husky sadness to it nevertheless, he says, "Is this true?"

"...I..." Tweseveny bites her lip. She feels like dirt. She's failed to make a new friend, failed to support someone in trouble... now all she can do is fight another iteration of the same old battle.

Enough - she owes him an answer. She presses the pink gem on her belt buckle, and long sheets of old-style printer paper appear from nowhere to wrap her in a cocoon. The cocoon bursts to reveal black armor with amber trim, a helmet with a visor shaped like wide green eyes, shoulderpads shaped like a stylized 2 and 7, and a crest on her forehead in the shape of a V. She faces him, and slides into a defensive pose, fists up.

"...I see. Well." The Time Crapper smooths out his robe, stands up, and nods, solemnly, to Tweseveny. "Thank you, anyway, for listening to me. But net.villains do betray each other, and..." He spreads his hands. The plants on either side of the couch begin to wilt, and the lights seem to dim around them. "I think this is the part where I kill you and take what I want."

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Drew "wanted to do even more reader-Tweseveny stuff but couldn't fit it in" Nilium

#Original Fiction #Superheroes #Adventure #Drama #Legion of Net.Heroes #Classic LNH #Burst Beetle Tweseveny

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ghostofviperwrites · 5 years

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The Ungovernable Ones - Chapter 9 - The Wild Card

Featuring: Los Ingobernables de Japon

Category: Smut

Warnings for the series: explicit language, explicit sexual content, dubious consensual encounters, manipulation

You were awakened by the buzz of your cellphone alerting you to a text. Squinting in the dark room you sighed heavily at the text from Sanada basically demanding you come to the bus. Immediately. Looking at the clock you softly groaned. It was barely five in the morning. The sun hadn’t even come up yet. Why was he even awake? Didn’t he need his beauty rest? For a moment you considered waking Hiromu and asking him to accompany you. His warning was still ringing in your ears. But he looked so peaceful and still that you couldn’t bear to wake him. You slipped out of his arms, and grabbed your coat as your phone vibrated again and you huffed at Sanada’s impatience. You never noticed Hiromu’s open eyes watch you leave as you hurried from the room, a trouble filled smirk on his lips.

Rushing through the cold of the night you pushed on the bus doors grumbling when it was locked and banged angrily shivering as you waited for Sanada who took his sweet time opening the door. Pushing past him out of the cold you tried desperately not to notice he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that hugged him like second skin. He moved a few steps further into the bus and you followed after him to get out of the cold draft from the door. You waited impatiently for him to get around to what he wanted. Yes, he never spoke to you, but he texted you to come to the bus at this ungodly hour just to stare at you in silence?

“What do you need that couldn’t wait until a decent hour?” You asked frowning when he smiled and jutted his chin behind you. You turned slowly, dread filling you as you found yourself staring right into the chest of Evil. You swallowed hard and took a step backwards immediately bumping into Sanada who grabbed you by the biceps and held you solidly to his body. You tried to protest, but were silenced by Evil who put a finger to your lips.

“Shhhhh.” He said. “Relax. We’re not going to hurt you. We just want to play a little.” You shook your head no quickly, struggling against Sanada’s hold, wincing as his fingers dug into your tender flesh.

“You want to play Evil.” Sanada said. You didn’t even have to be looking at him to hear the annoyance in his tone. As if the thought of wanting to play with you was repulsive to him. And you hated that it hurt you that he thought that way.

“Please. As if you wouldn’t fuck her. You’re just being a stubborn asshole.” Evil spat at his friend.

“If I wanted to fuck her I would have had her the first day.” Sanada replied haughtily. “As I’ve said. She’s not worth my time.”

Your mind was racing, trying to get a handle on what was going on. What did Evil and Sanada have planned?

“Open your mouth.” Evil commanded pressing his fingers against your lips. You clenched your teeth, glaring at him defiantly. Your defiance was ended by Sanada’s hand moving to your jaw and squeezing it until your mouth dropped open and Evil was quick to shove his fingers in. You gagged at the intrusion, Evil’s thick fingers pressing down on your tongue. “You remember how good my cock felt in your mouth?” Evil asked beginning to move his fingers slowly in and out of your mouth. Your eyes drifted closed and you couldn’t help but hum as you remembered back to that night and exactly how good Evil had felt filling your mouth.

“You remember don’t you?” Evil said as his fingers stroked your tongue. “How thick it was. How full your mouth felt. You didn’t get to taste my cum last time did you?” Your eyes opened locking on his as you gave a slight shake of your head and suddenly it felt like you couldn’t think of anything else but what he would taste like, mouth salivating at the thought of having him back in your mouth. You tried to push away the old feelings trying to worm their way back into your mind. You had fought so hard to get over Evil and you couldn’t believe you were ready to cave after a few seconds of his attention. Rather than push your feelings for him to the dark recesses of your mind, you supposed you should have dealt with them. Maybe then you wouldn’t be ready to capitulate to his demands as Sanada held you captive.

“You want to don’t you? You want to taste me? Suck my cock and swallow my cum?” Evil asked with a smirk sliding his fingers out of your mouth and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. You could no more say no than you could live without breathing and your head was nodding yes long before you gave it permission to. “You want Sanada to put you down on your knees and hold your head while I fuck your face?” You whimpered blushing in embarrassment at the sound as they both chuckled at you. “Ask him. Maybe he’ll feel like being nice.” You bit your lip, hesitation holding your words in as you tried to find the strength to walk away from this. To hold your head high and say you had denied Evil. Instead you swallowed the lump in your throat and lowered your eyes to the floor wondering what was wrong with you as you spoke to Sanada.

“Please.” You said softly.

“You can do better than that.” Evil said. “Ask properly or you can forget about sucking me off.” You wondered again how you had let this happen. How you were now begging him to do what he had every intention of doing anyways. To beg him not to walk way without letting you taste him. You didn’t understand how you got tangled in this trap. But the thought of Sanada standing there, watching you as you sucked Evil did something to you that you didn’t want to acknowledge. Imagining being held in place as Evil abused your mouth made your pussy pulse and you knew you were lost.

“Sanada will you make me get on my knees for Evil?” You asked clearing your throat as your voice faded. “And hold me in place while he uses my mouth?” You don’t know why you expected a verbal response, but you were caught off guard when Sanada kneed you in the back of your leg making you fall to your knees as he released your arms and grabbed a handful of your hair. You winced, tears pricking your eyelids as he twisted it cruelly around his fist as the hair pulled at your scalp.

He shoved into your mouth forcefully, your lips feeling like they were going to split as he slammed home, Sanada not allowing you any give as he held you firmly in place for Evil. At his direction you kept your eyes locked on Evil’s face as he made you repeatedly gag around his cock, spittle dripping down your chin. Quiet though he was you weren’t able to forget Sanada’s presence as his knees dug into your shoulder blades and he kept tightening his grip in your hair. A particularly deep thrust made your hands fly to Evil’s thighs as you coughed around his never relenting pace. You struggled to get a deep breath through your nose trying to keep the bile from rising as he violated your throat.

After what seemed like an eternity Evil finally grunted his hips stilling against your lips as his seed poured down your throat as he slowly slid himself out of your mouth. You made sure to lick every drop off of him, reveling in the taste of his semen.

“So what now?” You asked as you caught your breath, looking up at Evil who was tucking himself back into his pants.

“Now? You go back to your room and leave me the fuck alone.” Evil said nonchalantly.

“But I thought…” You began only to be cut off.

“Thought what? That you sucking my dick meant something?” Evil scoffed. “It meant we’re stuck in some nowhere town and I was horny. That’s what it meant.” Tears filled your eyes as you rose to your feet looking between Evil and Sanada. Your heart was breaking again at his hands and you were cursing yourself for stupidly believing something more might be there. “You were convenient and I knew I could get what I wanted from you without much effort.” He said with a shrug. “And the next time I want something from you the result will be the same.”

He smirked, stepping up to you and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling at your tender scalp. “How does it make you feel? That no matter what I do to you or how I treat you I can still take whatever I want from you, whenever I want.” Evil taunted you. “You’re so in love with me that you won’t tell me no regardless of how badly I treat you.”

As soon as he released you, you bolted running as fast as you could off that bus and back to the safe confines of your motel room. You were ashamed you had fallen for him again, proven his comments right without a doubt. As much as you hated him, you knew you wouldn’t deny him anything and that scared you.

You bee-lined straight into the bathroom and turned on the cold water, splashing your face liberally as you tried to stop the flow of tears. You washed your face angrily chastising yourself and trying to dismiss Evil’s comments. You weren’t in love with him. You weren’t. There was no way you could have feelings for that asshole. Not anymore. You sank down to the bathroom for mind whirling with so many thoughts and emotions you weren’t sure which way was up anymore. You couldn’t believe what you had just done.

A sense of shame filled you and you felt dirty. You should have known they were up to something. Hadn’t you been skittish around them for the past few days, getting the impression they were plotting something. Hadn’t Hiromu warned you they were up to something? Hiromu. Your thoughts darted to the man in the other room. Sweet Hiromu who had tried to protect you. You should have woken him. If you had this never would have happened. He would have kept you safe like he promised.

Something came over you in that moment. You were tired of getting manipulated and abused by these boys. For once you were going to be ahead of the game. To show Evil he was wrong. Standing up you walked determinedly out of the bathroom and climbed into bed next to Hiromu.

“Where did you go Y/N?” Hiromu asked, his voice husky with sleep.

“That doesn’t matter.” You said sharply and before you could lose your nerve you rolled on top of him, pressing your lips to his. Hiromu’s hands reflexively grabbed your hips wide eyes staring up at you in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Hiromu asked.

“Please Hiromu. Please don’t.” You said. “I don’t want to talk, I just want to forget. Can you help me forget?” You pressed kisses along his jawline, nibbling along to his ear and pushing your hips down on his groin. Face buried in his hair you missed the triumphant grin on his face before he flipped you over onto your back, his body hovering over you. He stared at you with those bottomless eyes of his as he slowly lowered his lips to yours, pressing your mouths together as he tongue slipped inside. You gave yourself over to his ministrations, pushing Evil out of your mind as your hands buried themselves in his hair. You refused to think how Evil’s hair had felt in your hands as you felt the silky strands. You spread your legs to allow Hiromu to settle between them, a small moan leaving you as you felt him pressed against your core.

Hiromu’s fingers danced across your body, pushing your shirt up over your head and playing with your nipples before trailing down your stomach and resting on your panties.

“Do you want my fingers in you?” He asked. “Or my tongue?” He licked his lips and your eyes followed that tongue. You were very aware of it. How could you not. Hiromu seemed to have a fetish for licking anything put in front of him, and doing it very well. You could only nod and he grinned sliding down your body and pulling your panties off as he went. Hiromu’s fingers rubbed over your clit in gentle circles before he shouldered your thighs apart and brought his face to your pussy. You cried out as his tongue licked through your slit, pausing to flick your clit and back down to dart inside your hole fucking you with his tongue as his fingers played with your clit.

You were close to orgasm when Hiromu pulled back making you whine in protest, your hips bucking seeking the return of his tongue.

“Did Bushi eat you out?” He asked quizzically. “I can’t remember if he said he did or not. I know for sure Evil didn’t.” You blinked and shook your head, confusion chasing away the vestiges of your orgasm as you stared blankly at Hiromu. You shuddered as two of his fingers entered your pussy, thrusting them inside as he looked at you fully expecting a response.

“You…are you serious?” You finally asked in disbelief, gasping as Hiromu’s fingers sharply twisted hitting perfectly in you as he continued pushing that spot.

“I want to know…. Did Bushi eat you out? And if he did was he as good as I am?” Hiromu asked again smirking as he leaned down to flick his tongue over your swollen clit.

“I don’t want to talk about Bushi right now.” You panted pleasure warring with irritation as Hiromu halted his movements.

“Well I do.” Hiromu said sharply. “Answer me or I stop.”

“He didn’t” You said. “He didn’t go down on me okay. Can we stop talking about him right now?” Hiromu nodded his acceptance and diving back between your legs, his tongue making quick swipes through your slit and bumping over your clit as you sunk back into his actions. Again you were about to cum when he slowed his movements and you gave a screech of frustration. Breathing heavily you watched warily as he raised his head and looked at, his head tilting as he considered your flushed face.

“Did you fuck Evil when you saw him earlier?” Hiromu asked, the question pulling you from your pleasure immediately.

“Wha…What?” You asked pushing up on your elbows. “How did you know where I went?” Hiromu climbed off the bed and you sat up, pulling the sheets around your nude frame, immediately protesting as Hiromu stripped naked and climbed back on top of you the sheet serving as the only barrier between your bodies.

“Get off me what do you think you’re doing?” You whisper shouted pushing at his shoulders ineffectively with one hand as he grinned at you.

“We’re going to fuck. Isn’t that what you wanted?” He asked his hand tugging down the sheet easily baring you to him again.

“I did. I wanted to forget. But not now.” You said softly.

“Yes, you wanted to use me to forget you’re fucking your way through the stable.” Hiromu said nodding in commiseration. “Am I not letting you forget? Is that the problem?”

“No! How did you know I went to see Evil?” You demanded struggling as Hiromu settled himself between your legs, his hands easily grasping your wrists and pushing them above your head.

“Because he told me.” Hiromu said simply rubbing the tip of his cock along your slit and you squeezed your eyes closed as you tried not to feel how good it was.

“Lured you out there like a little lamb. I warned you. Told you they were out to get you. Yet you blindly ran when Sanada called you.” Hiromu shook his head in mock disappointment. “And then you come running back to me, wanting to use me as a balm. How do you think that made me feel?” He asked pouting. “So I’m going to ask one more time and you’re going to answer or things are going to get a whole lot less friendly. Did you fuck Evil?” Keeping your wrists trapped in one hand Hiromu trailed his other hand down your body, playing with your nipples, teasing them into stiffened peaks as he awaited your response.

“No!” You ground out after a moment.

“Tell me what you did.” Hiromu said, moving his mouth to your nipple and flicking his tongue over it then sucking it into his mouth and grazing his teeth along the sensitive bud. He bit down hard when you didn’t answer, making tears once again sting your eyelids as he looked at you with hooded eyes flashing warnings. This wasn’t the sweet Hiromu of the past few days. Now you were getting acquainted with the time bomb.

“I gave him a blowjob.” You said, cursing your body’s reaction to Hiromu’s dominance, your pussy starting to leak as he manhandled you.

“And did you suck off Sanada too?” Hiromu asked before returning his attention to your nipple, twirling his tongue around and sucking it deeply as you tried to ignore the pleasure he was creating.

“No!” You denied vehemently. Your legs spread on their own accord to accommodate Hiromu as he lined his cock up with your hole, pushing it easily inside your dripping cunt. You shuddered as his cock filled you, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist and you moved in time to his thrusts hoping he was done with his intrusive questioning. But it was not to be and Hiromu nearly made you cry in frustration as he once again toyed you to the edge of orgasm and slowed his thrusts.

“I want details Y/N.” Hiromu said softly, pinching your nipple and giving it a twist as you moaned. “Tell me what you did with those boys.”

“Why are you making me do this?” You asked tears of frustration leaking down your face.

“Because I want to.” He said with a sinister smile. “Because I can.” He pumped himself in and out of you agonizingly slowly a few times. “Because you’re so desperate to cum that you’ll do anything I fucking tell you to do.” You wanted to deny his claims but knew you were too weak to do so. He was right, you were desperate. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You weren’t like this. But you couldn’t seem to tell any of these guys no to save your life. “Now.” He said firmly.

“I sucked off Evil.” You said. “I didn’t do anything with Sanada. I swear.” You said when he looked at you skeptically.

“So you didn’t touch Sanada?” He asked bottoming out inside you with a sharp thrust and you bit your lip to contain your cry.

“He held me down for Evil.” You said after a moment’s hesitation. You didn’t want Hiromu to hear about Sanada’s involvement and then think you were lying to him. But you really didn’t want to tell him how you had plead for that exact treatment.

“And you wonder why we treat you like this.” Hiromu said wryly fucking you hard into the mattress, the headboard banging against the wall as he took you fiercely. “You think we can’t sense a slut from a mile away? And then you come in all high and mighty acting holier than thou with your father’s protection. Honey you just put a fucking bullseye on your chest.” His fingers found your clit and flicked it several times before pinching the swollen nub making you cum, screaming loudly as you lost yourself in orgasm. Soon after Hiromu’s thrusts came to a stop and you clenched around him as you felt his cum filling you, silent tears streaming down your face as he pushed off you and took up residence in the other bed, apparently having no further use for you now.

Rolling to your side you cried yourself to sleep realizing Hiromu’s apparent kindness had been a game all along and you had fallen for it spectacularly.

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A Bite of Inconvenience

Written by: @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Prompt 131: Submitted by @amazinglovers747. Visual Prompt. Text: 4 ½ stars out of 5. Delivery time stated between 45 to 60 minutes but it was delivered within 25 minutes. This was a bit of an inconvenience as I was balls deep in the wife at the time.

A/N: This is an outtake of sorts from my story Case of the Honeymoons. I’d been contemplating writing it anyways after the original post this prompt is based on wandered across my dashboard. When I saw this pop up as an @everlarkficexchange prompt…well I had to snatch it up and fulfill it. The muse ordered it, hot and piping fresh. You can find the rest of the story HERE if you’ve not read it. Except for the 7th and final chapter which still isn’t written. Working on it tho. I tried to write this outtake in a way that you can still enjoy if you’ve not read the other chapters, although some of the inside jokes and running gags may not register.

Thank you to @javistg and @xerxia31 for all their hard work in organizing this event and taking care of all our whiny writerly questions. You ladies are rockstars. Also to @savvylark for pre-reading this one for me and making sure it wasn’t just a jumble of smut. ;)

RATED E for PWP… as in Plot? What Plot? There’s no plot here. Or maybe it stands for Pizza with Porn? Whatever, pick your poison on the acronym and enjoy!

WARNINGS: Contains explicit sexual content, explicit language.

Length: Around 7000 words

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For a second or two, I’m convinced that I’m dreaming. Caught between the worlds of sleeping and reality. I can feel the warmth of Katniss’ body curled around my side. Her breaths on my neck. The scent of her filling my nostrils, anchoring me to her in both my subconscious and consciousness. Waking with her beside me is still one of the best feelings in the world. Someone once told me that after a year or two, the Honeymoon Phase would wear off, and then I’d start to feel the “old ball and chain.” I’ve always hated that expression. Why marry someone if it feels like a prison? And while the Honeymoon Phase has worn off for us, in a way, after almost four years of marriage, I’m still as much in love with her, if not more so, than I was the day we were married.

Our alarm hasn’t gone off just yet so we still have time to relax in bed. My brain registers all of this, but my body lingers in dreams. Dirty dreams of her mouth sliding over my dick in unrushed strokes. Lips squeezing and her tongue flicking under the crown. I can feel each slow pass and even hear the sounds of sloppy, wet suction. Can’t stop the groan from rumbling in my throat or my hips lifting up into her. I’m rock hard and wish I could tangle my fingers in her hair to urge her to go faster, but she’s pressing soft kisses just below my jaw and whispering my name, calling me out of sleep and away from dreams.

“Peeta, wake up.”

I don’t want to. I want to come down her throat, even if it is only in my dreams. She shifts beside me and her mouth tugs on my cock. Her lips press to mine, her tongue slipping past my lips when I whimper, fighting to stay in this dream but also wanting to wake for her. It’s too much, the dual sensations of dreaming and reality. Her tongue rubs against mine and her mouth on my cock picks up speed.

“Wake up, Peeta. I’m so fucking horny right now.”

My eyes fly open then and stare into hers next to me, so close to my face, her pupils wide and dark, eyelids drooping. I can still hear the sounds of her sucking me off and feel the pressure of it. My mind sluggishly catches up to the realization that it’s her hand on me, not her mouth, as I feel her grinding gently against my hip, one leg slung over mine. My cock throbs in her grip and I hiss at the pleasure, real and inescapable.

I take two seconds to absorb our surroundings. Our bedroom. I think. It’s our furniture but the light is weird and the door is in the wrong spot.

Because it’s our house, not our apartment. We just moved in yesterday, the towers of boxes providing further evidence. I spot a bottle of KY sitting on the nightstand and then Katniss bites my earlobe.

“Wake up and fuck me,” she whispers. “Before we have to be up for the fridge.”

Best of both worlds, I realize and rise up enough to pin her beneath me, use my legs to spread hers and slide my hand up her leg slowly as she stops stroking me to push my underwear down to my thighs, just enough, wiping the lube off her hand onto my shorts. She’s already naked, and that alone would show me just how turned on she is since she rarely sleeps in the buff, if there wasn’t further proof between her thighs as well. When my fingers reach her center, I groan again.

“You woke up like this?” I whisper and lift my fingers, rubbing her arousal between them for a second.

“Yes. I’ve waited as long as I can. Enough chit chat, Peeta.” She’s right. I glance at the clock and see we’ve got about an hour before our brand new refrigerator is supposed to be delivered. I push inside her, eyes rolling back in my head as I’m engulfed in her warmth. She’s already insanely wet plus the KY she was using on me, and I can hear it as soon as I pull back just a little and she digs her nails into my ass to bring me deeper.

“God yes,” she whimpers as our hips meet. “I need this.”

I briefly wonder if she’s ovulating today. There’s something deeper in her scent and the way she’s being so aggressive, but I don’t have time to do the math before her pussy walls clench on me and she grins up at the choked noise I make. She’s just recently discovered that this drives me wild. Trying to get pregnant has only teased out and enhanced her adventurous in bed side. Like the fact that kegels actually feel really fucking good.

“Be careful with those.”

“Why?” she asks with fake innocence and bites her lip before doing it again. I grind my hips down into her and she gasps. She does it again anyways and I grab her hands, pinning them over her head, both her wrists contained in one of my hands as I start thrusting. Slow and sure, but she wriggles beneath me and whispers dirty words about wanting me to pound into her and fill her up. How glad she is that we no longer have to worry about thin walls and neighbors hearing me make her scream with pleasure.

And despite the fact that I have her arms pinned, she’s not immobilized. She uses her legs to leverage her body against me and her eyes drift shut, mouth hanging open as she moans.

“Louder, Katniss. I can’t hear you,” I tease and slide my hand up her wrist to lace her fingers with mine.

“Peeta,” she whines and her now free hand claws down the back of my shoulder, tipping me off the edge of control. I listen to her quiet gasps, the sharp slapping as our bodies collide. Fuck, I should make her come first, but reason and thoughtfulness dance away on the waves of ecstasy coursing through me.

“Gonna come,” I manage to warn her and that only makes her more insistent. She opens her eyes and orders me to fill her up, to give her my cum. Her thrusts turn more forceful and combined with her dirty words and the intense look in her eyes, I don’t stand a chance of holding out. My body seizes and all I can manage is to grind my hips against hers and hope she can find some pleasure in that as I empty myself into her. Because I’m lost.

When I finish and collapse on top of her, her fingers trail up and down my spine. She squeezes our still twined hands as I pant into her ear and whisper an apology before shifting so I can get my free hand between us.

“Your turn,” I promise and nibble on her ear.

“Stay inside me, Peeta. It’s always better with your cock inside me,” she murmurs. Her legs slide off me, giving me more room to work her clit and she falls apart in a surprisingly short amount of time, her walls clamping down on my still hard cock and making me groan at the overwhelming sensations. But I force myself to stay put where she wants me. When she’s done, we lay there in one another’s arms.

“Good morning,” I say and she laughs a little before turning her head to face me.

“Good morning. Ready to set up our house?” I can’t help the smile spreading across my face as I nod eagerly. We’ve got the whole day to unpack. Yesterday, after the movers left, all we had the energy for was getting the bed set up so we’d have a place to sleep. Sometime today we’ll need to do another round of grocery shopping for cold items. Tomorrow we both have to return to our jobs, so we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us today.

“Where do we start?” I ask after we’ve showered and dressed and eaten several muffins from yesterday’s batches at the bakery. She wrinkles her nose at her glass of water, mumbling that she can’t wait for us to have milk so she can drink her tea again.

We wind up dividing to conquer. I meet the delivery guy and Katniss hits up the grocery store. I fill a cooler with the bag of ice she brought home to keep what she bought cold until the fridge has reached the right storage temperature. “Now what?”

Now Katniss scrunches her nose at the boxes scattered around the kitchen as she folds up the last of our grocery bags she used, setting it on the stack to return to her car later.

“I’m thinking we start in here.”

“At least then we’ll be able to fix meals soon,” I agree and start up some music to listen to. We work mostly in silence, and I think we’re moving at a good pace except for one problem.

Katniss keeps distracting me. She’s pinched my ass at least three times, ran her hand over my crotch while I was stretching to get a few things on the top cabinet shelf, planted kisses on the back of my neck, flirtatiously evaded me every time I’ve tried to pull her into a more involved embrace, and whispered several dirty things in my ear.

“We’re not done yet, by the way. I’m still horny.”

“Can’t wait to break in every room of our house.”

“The sooner you get that counter cleared off, the sooner you can fuck me on it.”

I spend the day half aroused and jumpy. Almost like it’s our wedding day all over again. Each caress or teasing phrase she gives me leaves me half cocked and half out of my mind with desire. I’d really like to leave the packing for another day and just get right down to breaking in each room.

But then Primrose shows up, wielding lunch and a wreath she made for our front door, offering to help us for an hour or so. Normally I’d enjoy her company and be perfectly capable of behaving myself in front of Katniss’ sister, but Katniss keeps resting her hand on my thigh under the table while we eat. Her fingers massaging and clenching and drawing blood down my body until I’m almost fully erect, my mind inevitably wandering back to this morning and all her teasing throughout the day. I shift uncomfortably in my chair, earning a questioning gaze from her.

I scowl and glance down at my lap, but Katniss just smiles innocently at me. And then grazes her hand over me when she stands to clear her plate.

“First dirty dishes in the new dishwasher!” she declares.

“How can I help?” Prim asks when they’re done loading. I haven’t moved yet, still hiding beneath the table.

“How about you help me with the living room? And Peeta can finish in here,” Katniss says and gives me a pointed look.

“Sure,” I agree, and as soon as they’re gone, I hide in the bathroom long enough to get things under control. When I’m good to resume unpacking the kitchen, they’re clearly occupied filling bookshelves and considering which pictures should go where. With the open floor plan, I can hear every word of their conversation and smile to myself, happily staying out of the way so Katniss can have this time with her sister.

“Oh! I have a housewarming gift from Effie, too! I helped her with it.” Prim says at one point and rushes out to her car. Katniss looks wary as her sister returns with a framed picture and shows it to Katniss with a bright smile on her face. “Ta-Da!”

I cough and Katniss’ cheeks heat up at the sight of the wedding picture we just can’t seem to escape.

“She said your new home needed a gorgeously framed portrait of the two of you.”

“We have a wedding portrait already,” Katniss says, referring to the one in the living room right now. I can see it leaning against the couch, waiting for us to decide where to hang it. Your standard portrait of bride and groom right after the ceremony.

“Sure. But this one is so gorgeous, and much more personal. I helped her coordinate the matting around it to your new bedroom linens.”

“So it’s for the bedroom,” I say and slide it from her hands, smirking at Katniss a little, enjoying her discomfort after what she’s put me through all day. “I think that’s perfect.”

After all, Effie snapped this candid shot of Katniss and I in the gardens, not knowing that we’d had sex literally a minute beforehand. In fact, as Katniss once so eloquently pointed out, my dick is still inside her in this picture. You just can’t tell with the voluptuous skirt of her wedding dress covering us.

“You don’t like it?” Prim asks, and Katniss rushes to reassure her.

“Oh no. I do!”

“I’ll go put it in the bedroom and we’ll hang it up later,” I tell Prim and she smiles at me. After that, the girls finish up the living room while I get the kitchen squared away and then hook up the washer and dryer. It’s close to dinner time when Prim finally leaves, assuring Katniss that she’s got a dinner date with a friend, otherwise she’d stay to eat with us. Katniss walks Prim out to her car and when she returns, flops on the couch with a groan.

“I am not up to cooking tonight.”

“And after all my hard work setting up the kitchen despite numerous distractions,” I tease.

Katniss opens one eye to scowl at me. “We could just order a pizza.”

“Pizza sounds good,” I agree and she heaves herself off the couch to join me in the kitchen. Opening the Domino’s app on my phone, I start building our order.

“Mushrooms. I want something with mushrooms,” Katniss says as she stands in front of me, pulling my phone down so she can read the order upside down.

“Bossy.”

“I just know what I want,” she murmurs and slides her hands up my sides then back down again, making me pause to glance at her before submitting the order. I hope they’re fast tonight so we can eat and then I can make love to her on the counter I cleared off today. Then maybe on the couch if she’s feeling up to it. I can feel the resurgence of arousal.

“There. I got you your mushrooms and black olives,” I tell her. Then the estimated wait time pops up on screen. “Forty-five to sixty minutes?”

“Seriously?” she says, sounding as peeved as I feel. I try to shake it off, though.

“Guess we’re not the only ones who don’t feel like cooking in this neighborhood tonight.”

“I can’t stand the thought of opening one more box. What are we gonna do for that long?” She huffs and then grins at me.

“A whole hour,” I agree with a smile matching hers and she pulls my phone from my hands, tossing it aside before winding her hands around my neck and playing with my hair. I shiver in delight as I rest my hands on her hips.

“Wanna see how many times you can make me come in an hour, Peeta?”

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she whispers right before she brings our lips together.

We’ve been trying to get pregnant for awhile now, and sometimes I feel like we’re having sex as part of a routine, but other days, the spontaneity still strikes hot. Today is clearly one of those days.

We move together and Katniss shoves at my shirt until it’s off and on the floor. Our mouths join together again in desperate moans and sliding tongues. I tear at her belt then push her shorts down. As she steps out of them, I whisper to her that I can’t wait to fuck her in every room of our house.

“We’ll start in here,” I murmur as I kiss her neck and she tips her head back to give me complete access. I scrape my nails up her thighs, enjoying the way that makes her shiver. Then I slip my hands inside her panties to grab her ass and pull her close, so she can feel how hard I am already. “You’ve been teasing me all day.”

“I told you I was horny,” she complains. I push her back, one step at a time as I kiss her mouth and drink her sighs. She squeals a little when her back hits the counter.

“And yet you still blush over that picture,” I say before pushing her panties down, following them down her legs with my mouth. When I stand back up, she’s arched towards me, palms flat on the granite surface. I lift her up and her eyes fly open as I plant her ass on the counter and kiss her again, step between her legs and caress her thighs, her hips, her back. My hand brushes my phone and I smile as I break the kiss, hand it to her. “Set a timer for me. Forty minutes gives us time to make sure one of us is presentable enough to greet the pizza guy.”

I suck on her pulse point, she shudders but taps on my screen as I run my hands over her, massaging her breasts over her shirt and kissing all over her neck and ears. She’s almost rocking back and forth and cursing at herself as I slide the straps of her tank top off her shoulders. She moves her arms enough to pull them free of the straps, glaring in annoyance at my disruption of her task. Her bra goes next, tossed aside on the kitchen floor next to her panties.

“Stop distracting me,” she growls, setting my phone aside.

“Turnabout’s fair play,” I murmur and shake my head and bend her back enough so I can massage and suck on her breasts, sucking moans out of her chest. Moans that make me throb and close to just plunging in and selfishly taking.

“Oh god,” she moans and runs one hand through my hair, lifting her knees to embrace me. When I have her squirming and pleading, I move on, letting my hand wander down to her labia as I kiss her mouth, stealing both of our breaths.

“I’m gonna start right here,” I murmur. She whimpers at my touch, her legs spreading and pushing her hips forward on the counter. Almost falling off the edge. “Careful. Maybe it’s better if you just hold still for this.” Grasping her hands, I plant them on the edge of the counter and then return my fingers to trace her lips. Set one hand behind her ass to hold her in place. “So fucking wet.”

“Oh fuck, yes,” she moans, hips moving a minuscule amount as I trace over her folds, dip inside just enough to trace the inner folds. “Peeta.”

I turn my head and nibble on her ear as my fingers part her, then slide inside to the sound of her soft gasps. “Wet as rain for me. Katniss, I wanna lick this up next.”

“Yes,” she pleads and arches her body, pressing her breasts into my chest. I tickle and stroke, savoring the hot feel of her on my skin as she lifts higher, her mouth widening and her breaths shortening.

“But your first orgasm tonight belongs to my fingers,” I whisper and slip a second finger inside her. She grinds her clit into my palm. I can see her thighs clenching with the effort to hold still as I slowly fuck her with my fingers. Pull out and trace her juices over her lips, up to her clit where I brush the pads of my fingers over her again and again.

“More. I need more, Peeta,” she pleads. This time I start with two fingers in her and pick up the pace. I can feel her tensing and hear the lifting pitch of her moans. My fingers scrape soft, spongy flesh and she cries out.

“You’re ready now, aren’t you?” I whisper. “Ready to fall apart at the slightest touch.”

A third finger and I curl them up, touching deeper and faster. It’s almost harsh as her spine bows and I breathe deeply in the crook of her neck. Kiss along her shoulder then back up. I can smell her arousal too and whisper that my tongue gets her next orgasm.

She yells an indistinguishable sound and her body jerks. Just once before she holds still as her pussy releases more of her wetness into my palm then clenches my fingers in a steady pulse. I keep thrusting them, sucking on her neck and then holding her tight, feeling her pulse thundering under my lips and against my chest. My fingers get to feel the pulse of this release but my body already knows the feel of her on my cock and fuck do I want it. I’m breathing harsh as she grabs hold of my neck to steady herself.

“That’s one,” Katniss gasps when her breathing evens out a little and she lifts my phone off the counter. “And we still have thirty-five minutes.”

“That’s a good pace. Think you can handle seven more?” I ask and slide my fingers from her, smile at her juices coating them.

“That one was easy. I told you I’ve been low-key turned on all day. You’re gonna have to work for the next one,” she teases as she tugs playfully on my belt loops. But her bravado fades as I trace her lips with my fingers, painting her mouth with her own release. She’s still staring up at me, a little stunned as I suck the rest off my fingers before cradling her head in my palms and kissing her to get the rest off her mouth. When I lift my head, she looks dazed and not nearly as sassy as she did just a minute ago.

“Second one’s always the easiest to get from you. And it’s gonna be in my mouth,” I say and then drop to bury my face between her thighs supporting them with my palms so she doesn’t fall off the counter. She curses and her palms smack onto the solid surface behind her as I tongue her clit then swirl my way inside her pussy, groaning and heady with delight. My ears ring with the sounds she makes, ecstatic and frantic. Her entire body shudders as she wraps herself around me, my name a warble on her lips as her release courses over my tongue. I kiss her clit as she mumbles and then stand up, cupping her ass in my hands and pulling her back to the edge of the counter. “Two. If you want my cock next–”

I don’t get to finish. She has my clothes down my hips and on the floor in seconds, hopping down to help me step out of them and then hopping right back up, splaying her legs, her pussy parting for me. I tease her folds with my tip, determined to make this good for her, but then her soft keening as I slide home drives me to the brink.

“Fuck, such a warm welcome,” I whisper as she clings to my neck and squirms against me. “Gonna be fast if you don’t stop that,” I warn, but her eyes, a gray fog of need, challenge me.

Pulling back, I ram into her and she groans, her nails digging painfully into my neck and scalp. I have to hold still for a moment to regain control, my hand clenching on her hips as she wriggles to get me seated better and lights dance behind my eyelids.

“Again, Peeta. Please.”

Her desperate tone is the end of me. I only get a few sharp thrusts in before I know for sure that I’m gonna lose it too soon like this. Her walls grip me with each thrust, like her skin can’t stand to lose the contact with mine. Her soft pleas for me to fuck her harder make my head spin. The sounds of slapping skin and sucking wet flesh are nearly my undoing and she complains when I pull out. Clings to me when I lift her off the counter and carry her back towards our bedroom.

She kisses and nips at me as I go, demanding that I move faster and finish what I started, so many dirty phrases about needing me inside her that weaken my knees and my resolve. By the time we reach the bedroom, her lips are on mine again, her tongue demanding satisfaction. I’m forced to move based on touch to lay her out on the bed, following her as we kiss and she writhes on the cool cotton sheets. I fondle one breast, swallowing her moans as I pluck the nipple into a hard peak until she’s arched beneath me.

I could take her like this, facing each other, but that usually takes longer to get her there. I have no idea how much time we have left and my phone is back in the kitchen.

Rising up, I tug her to the end of the bed and flip her over, urge her to get up on her knees. I massage and spread her cheeks as she moves, tilting my head to watch her pussy take my cock as I slide in, smooth and easy.

She sings out a string of filthy words and grips tight to the sheets as my hips meet her ass. Her moans only get louder and filthier as I move, grabbing ahold of her hips and driving myself into her. Watching us fuck is such a high, a deeper layer heaped on top of the sensations.

But she begs and I can’t deny, bending forward so my chest is pressed to her back and I can get my fingers on her clit. My lips on her neck. I keep this up for a bit, but I’m still in trouble.

I’m getting close again, too fast as I feel my balls tighten and I curse, shoving her forward with too much force and not the results I planned. She face plants in the mattress, her ass in the air and my cock still inside her. With another curse, I pull back. She shouts in protest as I bend over and spread her enough to get my mouth on her.

I’m drowning in her pussy, my mouth and nose filled with her desire. Her sounds filling my ears and taunting my body. The air cools her juices on my cock and I shiver but keep licking and sucking, thrusting my tongue in her then laving her clit before sucking on that too while she grinds herself on my face and her hands claw at the bed.

She starts mewling then chanting the word “yes!” And then her entire frame shakes with impending release.

“No! Fuck! Peeta, I want you to come with me,” she demands as she moves to separate us. I wipe her off my face and lay on top of her. My cock brushes through curls and finding her soaked lips once more, I slide right back in. When I kiss her shoulder, she turns her head. Thinking she wants a kiss as I start pounding down into her, I join our lips. But she pushes me back and shakes her head.

“Up,” is all she says, but I think I get the idea, going back to standing at the edge of the bed with her in front of me. “Yes.”

I don’t let up then, gathering some of her hair in my hand for leverage as I feel sweat trickling down my temples. Down my spine and tickling between my cheeks. The sounds reverberate a little off the still bare walls. I feel release building at the base of my skull, driven higher and hotter with each sharp thrust I give her and each plaintive cry she gives me.

The doorbell rings and Katniss wails.

Wait.

I stop and she groans in frustration. “I was so fucking close! Why’d you stop?”

“I thought I heard the doorbell.”

She shifts to look at the bedside clock and shakes her head. “It hasn’t even been thirty minutes yet.”

“Are you sure?” I ask and she pushes back into me. “Yes. Now make us come, Peeta.”

I start moving again, slow this time. Uncertain. But her insistent movements beneath me make it impossible to stay that way and within seconds, my thrusts are hard enough to make her ass shudder with each one, and the sounds of our bodies colliding, of my balls smacking into her, ring through the room again.

“Yes! Close! Almost–” Ding dong! “Fuck!”

I slow down this time. “You heard it too, right?”

“I don’t fucking care. Don’t stop,” she groans and pushes herself back on me. I try to pick my pace up and Katniss arches her body. I can feel her tensing in anticipation.

That’s when the knocking starts and Katniss groans. I pull out of her completely this time, my cock leaping in denial, my balls screaming at me to get back in there, because I was damn near close, too.

“Okay someone is definitely at the door and isn’t going away.”

“It better be the pizza. If it’s a neighbor, we’re moving,” she practically snarls. “After we egg their porch.”

Her cheeks are flushed and her hair’s a mess. There are bite marks and suction marks all over her neck and shoulders. She looks sexy as fuck. A living wet dream. There’s no way I’m letting some random stranger see my wife like this.

“Be right back,” I tell her as I stumble back into the kitchen. Whoever it is is still pounding on the door. “Coming!” I shout as I pause long enough to get my jeans and shirt back on, laughing humorlessly at the irony that actually no, I am not coming the way I’d like to be. I grab my phone off the counter as I head to the front door and stop the timer.

25:59.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter and pocket the thing as I open the door. “Sorry. Unpacking, moving furniture,” I excuse to the guy who nods and extends the boxes with the receipt on top and a pen. The delicious smells waft up to my nose and my mouth starts to water, but my brain’s caught in a schism between this food and Katniss back on our bed.

“Just sign here, my dude.” I sign and try to give the guy a pleasant farewell as I take the boxes from him. But I’m still rock fucking hard and my jeans are chafing things that are used to a layer of cotton underwear protecting them. Not to mention I’m still covered in Katniss and both of us had a perfectly spectacular orgasm ruined by this guy’s delivery speed.

I shut the door and carry the food to the kitchen, startling when I see Katniss in the hallway that leads to our bedroom. She’s put on clothes and is scowling.

“We’re definitely cursed,” she says.

“What?” I say with a half laugh as I set the pizza boxes on the counter.

“I was in the bedroom, staring at that damned picture from our wedding day and thinking about all the times we’ve been caught, interrupted, photographed, or had something disastrous happen, et cetera, since we got married.” She lifts her hand and starts ticking them off. “Our wedding day when Effie photographed us immediately after. Our wedding night with the neighbor and the candles and the fire alarm.” I can’t help laughing a little.

“Pizza?” I say as I flip open the lid, because food is the best way to help Katniss get thoughts straight in her mind and I have got to hear the end of this. It’s not the first time she’s suggested we’re cursed but if it’s going to be a recurring comment of hers, I’d like to know what she means. She doesn’t answer, but lifts a slice of mushroom and black olive straight from the box, taking a huge bite and cupping her hand under her chin to catch the strings of cheese.

“Then our honeymoon,” she continues before even swallowing.

“Ah yes,” I say and nod my head.

“With my twisted ankle and your burned butt. The fiasco with the picture reveal when we got back from our honeymoon. That time in the bakery–”

“That was your idea,” I remind her and she shakes her head.

“When ‘just a quickie’ turned into half a day’s worth of destroyed work for you. Last Christmas,” she doesn’t finish but I remember. It’d be hard to forget my oldest brother walking in on us trying something new… That was also the first time she mentioned this idea about us being cursed. “Rye’s engagement party last month? When everyone just knew what we’d been doing upstairs–”

“The hickey on your neck sort of gave us away.”

“The point is, before we got married, we got away with this shit all the time.” She takes another bite and gestures wildly. “In college…how many times did we make out with Johanna asleep across the room?”

“She would have high fived you for that if she knew. Actually, she probably did know.” Katniss ignores this, the volume of her speech rising to cover my commentary.

“Or fucked in my car parked in places maybe we shouldn’t have? We tried some crazy things with the bedsheets and that one time when you did that thing with my vibrator, and we never got injured or anything! Or what about that time in the movie theater?”

“Well this conversation is not helping me get rid of my erection,” I say and start working on my own slice. We manage to eat one slice each, and are starting on slice two when she picks the topic back up again.

“I’m serious, Peeta. We’re cursed and I think–” she stops talking and her eyes go wide. “Haymitch! When he stepped on my train!”

“That’s ridiculous,” I tease and she shakes her head.

“It makes perfect sense! He somehow cursed us when he stepped on my wedding dress! That bastard. I’m going to–” I fling my crust into the open box and grab her, tossing her over my shoulder. “Peeta!”

“What makes sense is finishing what we started now that we have some food in us,” I tell her. “Clearly you need another orgasm or five to clear your head of this curse nonsense.”

“I still have pizza in my hand!”

“Finish it before we reach the bedroom because your mouth will be too busy for eating in about thirty seconds.” Her answer is muffled and I laugh as I imagine her stuffing the rest of her slice in her mouth. “We’ll heat the rest up to eat it later. Then I’m giving that driver a terrible review.”

She laughs as I toss her on the bed. “That sounds like something I would do, not you.”

“He tested my limits, ringing the doorbell when I’m balls deep in my gorgeous wife,” I say as we start flinging clothes until we’re naked again. This time, I take off my prosthetic too. Within what feels like mere seconds, we’re laid out on the bed, her mouth busy just like I promised, her hands roaming over my back and shoulders as we kiss, her foot sliding up the side of my leg then back down. We’re in no rush this time. No timers to beat. So when I lift my head, she sighs instead of protesting. I trace her bottom lip with my thumb, wondering how I got so lucky. I don’t feel cursed at all. Quite the opposite, as I nuzzle her nose with mine.

“I wanna see your eyes when I come inside you,” I whisper, prompting her to open her eyes and the look in them floors me. So much love that I’m not sure I deserve it. And I wonder if she’ll look at our children with just as much love. I hope she does. “Maybe it’ll stick this time.”

I can’t help the hopeful note in my voice as she places her hands on my cheeks. I move to kiss her again and it registers too late that she was about to say something. I’m already deep into the kiss before I think to be polite and ask her what she was going to say.

“It can wait. Now deliver on your promises, Peeta.”

I grin down at her and watch her eyes as I let one hand caress over her body, take a meandering path over dips and rises, soft curves and puckered nipples. Down around her navel and finally between her legs. She swallows as I touch her, closes her eyes for a second as her hips undulate softly into my hand, once more coating my fingers in her need, drawing them deeper inside her. I watch her eyes darken and fog over with desire, sharpen when I find a spot or rhythm or pressure that she favors.

Eventually she whispers to me. “I need you inside me.”

Her body bows and flexes beneath me once were joined, presenting her breasts to me and I can’t ignore them, massaging and caressing all over her torso as I move inside her. Unhurried, leisurely touches that linger and heat. I feel torn in two in a way. Part of me wanting the fast and frantic with quick gratification. The other part wins out as she grasps at my arms and begs me down to kiss her. That’s the part that never wants this to end. The part that’s content to feel her surrounding me, welcoming me and loving me as much as I love her.

“Peeta,” she says softly when our lips part and I rest my forehead on hers, hips still rocking between her legs as she licks her lips and seems to come to a decision. She takes a deep breath and pulls me down to whisper in my ear. “I love you. And I want to spend every possible moment of the rest of our lives together. Now, like this. With our children, and after.”

I feel like I should stop, but she looks so earnest and the shuddering breath she takes when I start moving again seems to break the damn as she spills forth fears and hopes and happiness. Usually her words during sex don’t wander into such emotional territory. I’m reeling from it all and am barely able to focus on my pleasure, so much that I’m actually stunned when she scrapes her nails down my arms and arches beneath me.

“Oh god I’m gonna come. Peeta.”

I whisper her name and return my own hopes and fears to her ear, unsure if she even hears them over her own moans. And when she crests, she’s the most beautiful thing in the world, gray eyes locked on mine with stunned pleasure and love swirling together and singing off her lips. It only takes another two thrusts with her walls clenching me and then she claims my release right along with my hopes and my love.

We lay there, still joined at the hips and caressing over skin shimmering with sweat. Katniss kisses along my jaw and then plays with my hair while I keep my face hidden in the crook of her neck, lips just barely touching her skin as a content warmth washes over me.

In the morning, it’s actually surprising how easily our routine from the apartment adapts to the house. I’m up, showered and dressed before Katniss wakes and I get breakfast started. While I’m cooking, my phone reminds me that I can review the driver from last night. I open the app and fill out the form. I start with four and a half stars and glance up at the hallway as I hear water running. Katniss must be awake so I get her tea started. Then I contemplate my review. The pizza was delicious, even warmed up later on, and normally I’d be thrilled with the early arrival. Even though we eventually were able to finish, it’s still annoying me for some reason. Katniss’ words about how it’s something she would do, not me, still tickle at me, almost goading me into doing it, and for once, I decide to just go for it. Besides, the high star rating will show that I’m not really complaining.

Delivery time stated between 45 to 60 minutes but it was delivered within 25 minutes. This was a bit of an inconvenience as I was balls deep in the wife at the time.

I’ve just got her tea ready and my review posted when Katniss walks into the kitchen, still in my t-shirt, a pregnancy test in her hands and a wide smile on her face. She just stands there, silently radiating joy as my brain leaps straight into the sky.

“Is that…? Are we…?”

She nods and tears well up in her eyes. She flings herself into my embrace as I make a choking noise of joy and hold her tight. We stay like that for a long time. I’m probably going to be late for work, but I don’t even care. I just want to live in this moment for as long as I possibly can. We’re having a baby. That alone should suffice as an excuse for being late to work.

And I may need to revise that review…

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“Kingdom Hearts II revisited” Part III

I had meant to cover the first pass on all the Disney worlds in one post, but this game is just too long, and I have too many notes. For now we’ll just go over everything up to and including Disney Castle/Timeless River. Maybe the second pass can fit into one post.

Going back to KH II after KH III, you notice certain things that would probably have been taken for granted before. One example is how little talk there is about the “world order.” That’s something that’s existed as a concept since the first game, but it isn’t a big deal in the early part of the series. Outside of King Triton knowing about the Keyblade, our heroes never breech it, and there isn’t an excessive amount of pressure to maintain it - unique looks for certain worlds, and line or two is about all the first game spends on the subject. That pattern holds true for the second game. Granted, most of the worlds in KH II are worlds either used or alluded to in KH I, involving numerous characters who are well aware by now about other worlds. But as of this writing, I’ve played through the first pass on Port Royal, which has no such ties, and the closest thing to a mention of the world order is Sora and friends remarking how different the world looks to the others when they first show up. That’s it. If anything, they’re too blase about it in Port Royal, but I’ll come back to that another day.

The point is - the “world order” just wasn’t a major issue in the early games of this series, nor did it need to be. It certainly didn’t need to turn into a one-note running gag of Donald berating Sora for disregarding the world order, especially when Sora - in the limited time given to the subject in these early games - is fairly mindful of it.

And that’s another thing that changed in the time between KH II and III - who’s the butt of the jokes made about the mission. KH III is loaded with characters chastising, critiquing, demeaning, mocking, and castigating Sora, and having been thoroughly retconned into a shonen doofus, Sora unfortunately gives them some justifiable cause (though I would argue it’s still excessive.) But in this game, the butt of the jokes is Donald. And while there is some teasing involved, most of it is without commentary, and comes from Donald doing the same shtick he’s known for in the mainline Disney canon - being hot-tempered, greedy, impulsive, boastful until challenged, or desperate to avoid trouble with Daisy. This works so much better as a source of comic relief. Donald is a character specifically designed to end up with egg on his face, and since he’s not the protagonist, using him as a go-to for comedy doesn’t undermine the credibility of the hero.

Now, onto the Disney worlds themselves...

KH II has been criticized for the way it handles the Disney worlds. It’s been charged that they’re nothing but filler, that this is where the trend of stiff re-tellings of the movie plots began, that Sora is irrelevant in them. At least for these first four, I can’t say I agree on any of those points.

To start with the “filler” charge - look again at Yen Sid’s briefing. He gives Sora a pretty straightforward assessment: the Heartless are back, and there’s also Organization XIII. Looking at the first three Disney worlds, we have one where the Heartless ally with the resident Disney villain, one where a member of Organization XIII is up to something, and one where both the Heartless (in service to Pete, and by extension Maleficent) and Organization XIII are active, demonstrating that they’re at odds, along with the local villain. That flows pretty organically from what Yen Sid tells Sora. It’s such a smooth move from that talk to the Disney worlds, in fact, that it only reinforces my feeling from last time that Hollow Bastion should have been saved for later. You don’t have the interstitial cutscenes of villain plotting that gave KH I a sense of a continuous story; things are more episodic here. But that’s not a bad thing, and it doesn’t mean that any of these worlds are “just” filler - they do logically follow from preceding set-up.

The idea that the worlds do noting but recap the movies is a charge only relevant to one of these first four worlds, the Land of Dragons. And I will admit that, compared to the few KH I levels that did adapt the movie plots rather than create their own, the story content here is closer to the film. But that, in and of itself, isn’t a bad thing, provided it’s done correctly. And I would argue that it is done correctly in this game, at least for the Land of Dragons. While the plot holds true to the back half of Mulan, it’s abridged, with appropriate adjustments made to the remaining material to make major character turns and stake escalations work - and to allow the movie material to be in service to the larger KH story. Mushu having been a Summon in KH I gives a great springboard into the action, moments for interplay between the KH characters and the movie characters are well-chosen (Donald picking a fight with the three soldiers comes to mind, though I question Sora’s involvement; similar scenes in later worlds show him being more sensible), and most importantly - the changes mean that Sora is relevant.

To keep using the Land of Dragons as an example: in that world, it’s now Sora who suggests the way for “Ping” to prove “himself” in the army. He and Mulan make several key decisions together. And the final boss battle has Sora fighting alongside Mulan against the actual villain of the world, not some random Heartless conjured out of nowhere to keep Sora busy while plot keeps rolling without him. The same pattern holds for the Beast’s Castle and Olympus. That the protagonist should matter to the story, and be involved at the point of action in each world of a video game, should be a no-brainer, but this is another example of KH II wonderfully executing a basic idea that later games somehow managed to completely botch.

I have no issues with the pacing of the story material in these worlds either. I have a huge problem with the pacing of something in between these worlds - but we’ll get back to that. If any of them get a little rocky, it’s Olympus - with the three sets of villains running around, things get a little scattershot, which results in things like Auron’s reveal being rather rushed. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing - multiple villains jockeying for their own agendas would leave things rather scattershot. Giving Sora another hint towards Roxas’s identity is a good touch in that world too. I must say, though - Demyx is dumb. Like, really dumb. If you take Organization XIII to be more effective as a unit than as individuals, as I do, then Demyx as the first unmasked boss makes his level of cartoonish idiocy more palatable, and I suppose it fits the tone of the Hercules movie. But he is just so dumb.

Some great little gags and character quirks litter the first four Disney worlds. There’s the re-write of how Mulan gets exposed via Mushu’s big mouth, the fake-out with the wardrobe refusing to tell the Beast’s backstory, Donald being astounded by the talking objects (whereas Sora takes it in stride - remember that the next time you see him getting so worked up over a talking snowman in KH III), Queen Minnie being an absolute badass, and Shang saving the emperor in a way that I think is more impressive than the actual film. And I love that the joint action commands make it easier to finish boss fights while working together with Disney characters.

But if I can start to critique the gameplay now, I would say that things being too easy is a problem with KH II. The “hallway” complaint about the world design is an apt one, making the maps rather bland to navigate despite being pretty to look at. There’s also the problem of special tasks not offering the variety and challenge one might like from them. Lighting the lanterns in Beast’s Castle is a great example. That’s a puzzle, with a literal ticking clock. It could have been a fun bit of gameplay, very different from the usual Heartless battles...if the lanterns were in any way difficult to find, or spaced out to really push the clock to the limit. Instead, it’s such an easy exercise that I have to wonder why they even bothered putting it in. (I will say, though, that Beast’s Castle’s first pass offers up a wonderfully creative boss that does present a decent challenge - moreso in its first stage than its second, but still a fun fight.)

On the other hand, I think the AI for battle partners took a step back with this game. Now, my experience with the KH AI has never matched up to common opinion, so I’m not claiming this as an objective problem with the game. All I can tell you is that, customized properly, Donald in KH I has always been a reliable battle partner for me, while Donald in KH II spams spells and wastes items no matter how I work his settings.

And there are few things about the gameplay that just irk me. The lack of logic behind why some party members drop out at given points is one (really, why would “Ping” not help you fight the swarm on the mountain?) and the changes to magic are another. I love to use magic in these games, but something about it here just isn’t as satisfying. Fire as a close-range defensive spell is just wrong.

But those are, if not exactly nitpicks, relatively minor complaints. The game is still fun to play, after all. There are larger issues - story issues - within these first few Disney worlds.

To start with the smallest one - my problems with Sora’s character remain. He is, for the most part, attentive to duty and a competent, charismatic presence for the other characters to follow, as he was in KH I and CoM. But every now and again, the signs of what’s to come crop up. I mentioned him joining Donald in the brawl in the Land of Dragons already, but it’s more a problem of attitude - just how lighthearted and casual he can be toward his latest adventure. I grant you that, at this point in the game, nothing except possibly Maleficent’s infiltration of Disney Castle would indicate to Sora that the stakes are anywhere near as high as they were last time. And his greatest lapses into this attitude happen in Olympus and Disney Castle, two worlds based around comic Disney titles. But with hindsight, it’s hard not to watch those moments and cringe, because of what they led to. Sora in this game is oddly split, with one-and-a-half feet still back with who he was initially, and half a foot over the line to shonen doofus, and the dichotomy is very strange to see play out.

The big pacing issue I mentioned before is caused by our old friend Winnie the Pooh. The first game may have compelled you to at least start on his storybook, but in nowhere as obtrusive a manner as is done here. To be forcibly yanked from the world traveling, just as a nice flow is going, is maddening. Chances are good that many players (me among them) would have happily played the storybook minigames even if they were optional, so there was no need for this. KH II having the Heartless attempting to steal the book gives a better motivation to jump into it than KH III’s effort, but that isn’t saying much. And it doesn’t help that, at the end of the day, collecting the torn pages is a retread of the first game’s plot for Pooh. There is a clear variation on the theme, with the goal being to restore Pooh’s memory. I’ll even give them some credit for, perhaps inadvertently, giving Pooh a thematic connection to what Sora went through in CoM. But the end result is the same - find pages, find the characters within the pages, play the minigame. Given that repetitive nature to the book’s set-up, and its intrusive drag on the greater plot, I have to say that I think Pooh should have been retired after the first game - something I don’t say with any great fondness, as I love Pooh’s world in KH I.

I also love the way Belle and the Beast are used in KH I, and still question their presence in this game. That is based on one very basic problem, one that has plagued Disney in every attempt they’ve made to do something with the animated Beauty and the Beast since the original film: it’s not a story meant for prequels, sequels, or midquels.

It’s the midquel that Disney has tried multiple times, and by its nature, Beauty and the Beast just can’t support them. The Beast can only generate conflict with Belle by remaining beastly for so long in that setting before it undermines the believability of his shift, and romantic tension can’t exist between him and Belle any earlier than it does in the original film without undermining the ticking clock of the rose. The midquels Disney made ignore both these issues, and turn Belle into a much more gentle and passive character than she was in the original movie - someone more like a counselor or social worker for the Beast than a prisoner-turned-friend, and someone actively trying to “fix” him, an unpleasant spectacle in more ways than one.

Pretty much the only way to effectively tell another story with Belle and the Beast is what KH I did - take those two characters out of their own story, with all its internal logic and constraints, and use them in someone else’s. Fans of Beauty and the Beast can bring their attachment to those characters to KH I without the baggage of the plot, and no more is done with those characters except what is needed for Sora’s story. It let two of the best Disney heroes be a part of this fantastic crossover experiment, and it didn’t betray anything that fans loved about their personalities or the integrity of their film’s story.

KH II is a different story. I can appreciate that, with Kingdom Hearts creating alternate versions of every Disney world brought into its orbit, I can’t hold the story material in Beast’s Castle to the same standard as I would those horrendous midquels. We aren’t told that Belle is any kind of prisoner, for one thing, and the timeline may be very different. But the enchanted objects are all here. The ballroom and the west wing are all present. The backstory of the Beast is the same. And the rose - and its rules - are the same. The level of romantic tension shown between Belle and the Beast by the end of the first pass on their world just doesn’t jive with that ticking clock.

I was prepared to say a lot about the Beast’s behavior in this world too, but playing through it again - I do get what they were going for. His demonstration of cleverness, taking preemptive action to protect his friends in case Xaldin proved as devious as he seemed and corrupted the Beast, is well laid-out. The wording of the dialogue undermines the content of his scenes. But...that dialogue is really bad out of context. And Belle, as she is in all those midquels, is much too passive here compared to the film.

However, the biggest problem I had with any of these first four worlds on a story level was the Timeless River.

Not Disney Castle proper - that’s all amazing stuff. If one could have guessed that there would be Heartless battles there when it finally became a world, I don’t think it was as easy to guess that it would be an immediate issue, or that Maleficent herself would strike at the center of the world. It’s a wonderful bit of story and world-building, all of that.

But the Timeless River is another instance where I can see a trend getting worse, and in this case it’s the trend of pointless mystery. There is absolutely no in-world reason for Merlin not to tell Sora that he’ll be going into the past. Not telling him only leads to misunderstandings and wasted time once Sora gets there. The only reason Merlin doesn’t say anything is because, if he did, the gimmick of finding out that they’re in the past via those windows into Pete’s mind wouldn’t work. But it’s so obvious that they’re in the past, so early in the stage, that it strains credulity that Sora and the others can’t figure it out. If Sora remaining ignorant of his ties to Roxas is an example of denying a protagonist knowledge the player has done right, this is an example of that concept done very, very wrong. This series’ love affair with pointless “mystery” without any internal logic only strengthened with time, but it’s more painfully felt here for me, because the Timeless River is a wonderful idea for a stage and is loaded with charm. I couldn’t give a shit about a lot of the cryptic mumbo-jumbo surrounding Organization XIII’s members in this or future titles, but to saddle a beautiful Disney world with this kind of crap really gets under my skin.

One mystery that I would like an answer to, though: why is the Gummi route leading to Olympus the one themed after a ghost pirate ship?

#z's crits #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts 2 #critique #commentary

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The Hobbit: Back Once Again

After a long break, here is a post that has nothing to do with The Sims!

Movie fanediting happened for me. I’m a bit of a Tolkien fan.

After years of watching all the single-movie Hobbit edits I could find, looking for the match to my personal taste, I eventually fell down the rabbithole of making my own. I call it Back Once Again because I know this is a road many faneditors have trod before me.

This edit clocks in at 2:40 without the full credit scroll. As far as I know, this makes it the second-shortest single-movie Hobbit edit in circulation after FekketCantinel's 2-Hour Hobbit Edit (which is in fact 2:10 and doesn't include the credit scroll).

This is an attempt to make an action-adventure buddy movie from the material. This is more what I'd've thought would be a Peter Jackson interpretation of The Hobbit if I didn't know that Jackson made the movies.

I'm explicitly NOT trying to match the tone of Lord of the Rings. The Hobbit is a kid's adventure book. It should be an adventure story. You’re not going to see a lot of foreshadowing of the nature of the Ring.

To that end, my priories in order have been:

1. Pacing, pacing, pacing

2. MAKING SENSE. This isn't as complicated as LotR, but there's still a bunch of lore and backstory you need for anyone's behavior to make sense. I tried to give secondary characters like Thranduil and Bard well-rounded arcs.

3. Removing artificial tension and streamlining the story so that the actual tension can shine.

4. Highlighting charming scenes, good performances, and gems from the book.

5. Drawing out non-slapstick humor where possible.

One feature of this edit that I haven’t seen in other edits is a detailed “copy-editing” pass that targets pregnant pauses, meaningful glances, repeated lines, beating a point to death, excessive foreshadowing, and gags stepping on their own punchline. I think the bloat is particularly hard on comedic timing, though there are some places where tightening really helps dramatic timing as well.

Scenes I am particularly proud of are:

The opening of the door into the mountain. I’ve removed all the artificial tension running around (i.e. confusion over moonlight vs. sunlight, despair, dropping and losing the key) and turned it into a triumphant moment. We don’t need tension and confusion here. We’re about to go visit a dragon.

Demo clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytWT1Y2yXII

Bard vs. Smaug. This is cut as a solo man vs. monster moment. There is no special arrow, no son, and no broken bow. It is just Bard against the dragon in a flaming town, and Bard is down to his last arrow.

The Unexpected Party got a lot of attention. I tried to keep it from dragging while milking as much lightheartedness from it as I could.

The hike into Mirkwood is reordered to make some kind of sense.

There is 70% snot reduction in the Troll scene.

We open on, "In a hole in the ground..." and close with the closing line, "And he lived happily after..." that Ian Holm shares in Fellowship.

I contributed half a verse to the musical flashback (you’ll see what I mean), but I can’t take credit for the rest of it. That’s been kind of an evolving project that began with part of the the Clamavi de Profundis music video and has passed through multiple fan edits before mine. I think it’s amazing.

Other bits that are not unique: No shell story. All plots have been cut except the journey to and battle for the Lonely Mountain. Azog has been removed until the Battle of Five Armies, where he goes unnamed except for one spot I couldn’t figure out how to remove. Legolas is in the background in the Woodland Realm and gets his one cameo scene in bringing news to Gandalf in the Battle of Five (Six?) Armies. He's Thranduil's son. It's not crazy that he'd be there. It's just not important.

Download at link below. (You can download the file using right-click):

http://bit.ly/2QlURlS

#hobbitedit #tolkienedit #fanedit #fandom #bilbo baggins #the hobbit #tolkien #aujedit #dosedit #botfaedit #the hobbit botfa #the hobbit battle of the five armies #the hobbit dos #the hobbit desolation of smaug #the hobbit an unexpected journey #the hobbit auj

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(1/7) Re: Monoma trying to do multiple things I think so too! Like when he talks there, he’s trying to 1. Get a verbal response? 2. Find Midoriya’s friends 3. Draw attention to himself rather than Shinso, who seems to be standing below him (why?). Though this gets thrown out the window when OFA goes crazy. We didn’t see enough of their plan to know where he was going with it… I think it does read as unfocused in terms of what he was trying to accomplish.

(2/7) If I were to guess what quirks he’d copied… maybe he didn’t take Shinso’s quirk after all. We saw the great synergy the other three 1-B folks had (subtracting any one of the three quirks lowers the effectiveness by a lot) and Shinso is right there with Monoma. Also, the 1-B kids were activating their quirks sequentially for their strategy, meaning Monoma could do the same thing by himself, time limit allowing.(3/7) And with the huge amount of destruction Deku can cause with his attacks, Twin Impact could be crazy strong. So it could be that Monoma was planning to distract Deku with such a sequence, have Deku realize that Monoma maxed out on the number of quirks he’d copied because of those three clocks (and thus lower his guard since Brainwashing wasn’t among them), and then Shinso would jump in with a well-timed impersonation that Deku would fall for… (4/7) NGL I feel more than a bit cheated about the OFA development because it basically makes battle 5 end prematurely AND WE MAY NEVER SEE THE PROPER FACEOFF. Like it’s cool but did it have to happen at this moment LOL. I want to see some serious development of the Class B narrative… I feel like Horikoshi-sensei is struggling to deepen it, in part because Monoma is a pivotal character for it but he’s been relegated to a semi-serious gag role.(5/7) I don’t believe Monoma planned to copy OFA—it’s clearly not something he can use safely without training with it first. Plus, he’s more familiar with his classmates’ quirks and gambling on getting physical contact with Midoriya (without getting hurt, mind you) doesn’t seem solid enough of a plan, especially when his stance is about “worse” quirks still being able to measure up against “better” quirks (quirks alone don’t make an effective hero etc. etc.).6/7) Not to mention (a generalization made safely I hope) we all know he can’t be allowed to copy it for meta reasons, because it’s a weird quirk and strange things might happen. Would be super cool to see though… Re: those REV cell/virus business and how he might have rough hands to help pick up DNA better—that’s super cool haha. I definitely buy into it! I had no idea about the LN stuff; those aren’t considered canon, are they? In any case, the implications are fascinating!!(7/7) I wish I could add on or somehow expand on your quirk hc but I don’t remember/know enough biology to say anything… also I unfortunately agree with your prediction about what’ll happen next LOL… I got caught by the 5 asks per hour thing ;; Thank you for continuing to splice these together. I don’t have a tumblr, which makes this exchange clunky, but I’m very glad I was able to think about these things with you!

Anon I love talking to you! And I’m really happy you found my leetol blog. If you have a discord, feel free to hmu at sonic fan first person second#1121 eawzfvgbht you seem very smart and very willing to hold a discussion which are two things i value highly in a person!

That’s an excellent strategy you have right there!!! I didn’t even consider that, but it really works with how Shinsou and Monoma sort of leaned towards Monoma being bait, which, essentially, he is.

While I agree that Monoma probably SHOULDN’T copy OFA, eh, call me curious? It’s one of those topics that’s been hotly debated, and theoretically, with my quirk headcanon, he could? But it’s all very nuanced and technical, which is why everyone would want to see it now. After all, Monoma doesn’t know what destructive force OFA has, he just knows Midoriya couldn’t fucking control it, which could make any quirk dangerous (Like how kirishima cut himself)

Also, Monoma would likely have an easier time, just because he’s been in the Hero Course (Gym Class for Punishment Junkies) for a few months, and he’s not the twiggy-ass middle schooler Midoriya is. But I agree, it likely wouldn’t end well.

I’m also not sure on the canonicy of the LNs, but it hasnt been disputed by canon so huge eyes emoji at that. I think it gives him a lot more possibilities, since his quirk had to get hugely nerfed to make it Not AFO

As for the class 1b issue, I do agree they need a solid storyline! But also, I feel like Horikoshi is scrambling for plot points- the All Might/AfO fight happened WAY too soon, seeing as he was THE BIGGEST FUCKING THREAT EVER, and while i can see the thing about bnha being about the next generation, the pacing just feels…bad. Because after that we have O-Ho and his Fuckboy Posse, and a bunch of other just random villains and school events, so the plot is sort of ambling along? There’s no real end goal. What we know is that the LOV is still active, and we think there’s a traitor. So I feel like Class B is just the New Opponent Of The Week and theyll be forgotten for another few arcs haha

#monoma neito #midoriya izuku #shinsou hitoshi #afo #ofa #all might #toshinori yagi #overhaul mention #bnha #mha #meta

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tomionekinkmeme · 6 years

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Samhain 2k18 - In Dreams

A/N: Modern Muggle AU

Tick. Tock. Tick…. Tock….

The clock was mocking her, she was sure of it. Why call it the face of a clock afterall? If not to represent the laughing, taunting nature of father time.

Hermione Granger had been awake for 5 days straight, her body vibrating with energy in defense of mounting exhaustion. She did not suffer from insomnia or some other sleep disorder. Yet she haunted the house like a wraith, silently drifting from room to room, always moving. She was not cramming all day and night for exams or crying over a failed relationship. No, the reason why Hermione refused to close her eyes, to lie down in any position resembling horizontal, was that every night she went to bed, she died a horrific death.

Well, maybe not literally, but in dreams she witnessed the last hours of countless victims, a passenger seeing through their eyes as they met a grisly end. Every dream was so vivid, each victim and murder unique.

The nightmares began about a month ago or was that two?

The days now ran together in her dazed state, time a viscous liquid that she waded through so slowly, she often wondered if she was moving at all. She would fight the siren call of sleep for as long as she could, drinking coffee, energy drinks, exercising, but eventually she couldn’t help but to give in to it’s honeyed promises of peaceful slumber.

She could still remember the first dream like it was yesterday, it all started with a girl named Ginny.

Flashing white bulbs and neon colored signs competed for attention everywhere she looked. It was as if she were submerged under water, the lighting diffused with a soft glow. The evening held a dreamy quality to it, the wind whipping fiery red strands into her face that she pushed behind her ear. Sounds though sharp, were muffled and distorted, the noise putting her on edge. Various songs blared from worn out speakers as they passed, people all around were talking animatedly and laughing.

Her arm was entwined with a young man who had messy black hair. His green eyes crinkled when he smiled at her, the lights glittering off the round wire glasses that sat high on his nose. He was amused by something she’d said as he pulled her further into the crowd toward the ferris wheel. Oh no, she hated heights, Hermione wanted to yell at the mystery man, but she couldn’t speak. She could only watch in apprehension as her body walked up to the carney, handed tickets to the man and got into the rickety cab of death.

The ride wasn’t quite as terrifying as Hermione had anticipated, there was a sense of security she received from her companion, a warm feeling that flooded her gut. He had a muscled arm wrapped around her and she leaned into his warmth. The evening was a blur of faces, friends chatting, snacks eaten, rides enjoyed. She could lose herself in the nostalgia this outing at the carnival invoked, it felt more fun and carefree than she remembered experiencing in a long time. The girl’s boyfriend had stepped away to use the loo as she leaned against a nearby wall.

The restrooms were located quite far from the main carnival setup on the grounds. You had to practically walk back to the parking lot just to get there and it was poorly lit too. It looked like a scene right out of a horror movie, the young perky innocent girl, all alone in the dark, waiting for her murderer to come. She was looking down at her phone, the bright screen illuminating her face, when she heard a faint sound.

She moved toward it and Hermione felt her fight or flight instincts kick in. This woman didn’t seem to possess Hermione’s same sense of self preservation and walked around the dim corner to investigate. Suddenly strong hands gripped her from behind and pulled her into a tall firm body. Within seconds she felt the prick of a needle go into her neck. The girl struggled desperately to get free, but with each wild flail of the arms and kick of her legs, she could feel her body was shutting down. She cursed her bad luck as she slipped into unconsciousness.

She couldn’t see anything, a course strip of cloth biting into her face. She went to remove it, but couldn’t move her wrists, in fact, her whole body felt tied down to a hard cool surface. This can’t be good, Hermione chided, doesn’t this girl know you should never go alone to check out a strange noise? This setup so cliché, Hermione internally rolled her eyes, trying to remember her tv history and if that included too many episodes of cold case files or some halloween slasher marathon. She couldn’t recall, though at the moment, she had more pressing matters to be concerned over.

She knew how this would play out and would much rather wake up, before the final act was performed. Wake up, wake up, wake up, she chanted, as she heard the creak of a door. The girl was trying to spew obscenities, but her mouth was gagged, as a man chuckled and ran a hand through her hair, playing with a strand between his fingers.

“I’ve been patiently waiting for you, my little lamb. Tonight is a very important night.” he trailed off as he ran the same hand along her cheek and cupped her chin. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You should feel very special, I’ve chosen you as my first and one never forgets his first time, as the saying goes.”

Tears were trailing down her eyes and her breathing was becoming erratic.

“Oh, sweet Ginerva or is it Ginny? You do seem to prefer being called Ginny, don’t you? Well, don’t you worry, you have nothing to fear. You were destined for greatness. I will make you famous, immortal even. Long after you’ve left this mortal coil, you will forever live on in the tales of this night. This story, our story will be on the tip of every tongue, burned into the hearts of anyone who hears it. Or maybe, and this is just me being entirely selfish, maybe I don’t want to share what we have with the world. What do you think?” He paused, then walked around the table, leaning down to her ear on the opposite side.

“Would you like to know a secret, my pet?” Here, he finally removed the object that kept her from speaking.

“I don’t give a shit about what you’ve got to say, you sick fuck! Let me go this instant. Harry will be looking for me, you idiot. I’m sure someone must’ve seen you with me and I don’t know if you’re aware, but I come from a long line of cops and my family will not stop until they find me.”

“Oh, sweet Ginny. Of course, I expect your family to find you!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

“First they’ll find your two hands, then they’ll find your torso, that pretty little head of yours, the lovely lower half, and lastly your two legs and feet. Seven pieces to make you whole once more.”

“Untie me this instant! Give me a fair fight, you fucking coward!” She screamed.

“Such a filthy mouth,” he sighed, shoving the gag back between her lips, “I was hoping for a civil conversation, but I see now, that won’t be possible. I was going to serenade you with all the reasons why I chose you Ginerva, seven letters first name and last, seventh child, I could go on and on about why seven is the most powerful number and how you perfectly embody the number in walking, talking, human form, but the moods been ruined, hasn’t it? I suppose it was too much to ask for you to be excited about this journey we’ll share together. I get it, maybe I’d be less thrilled if I were in your place, but Ginny, can’t you at least appreciate that, in a sense, you’ll be living on forever. Forever Ginny!”

This man is clearly insane, Hermione deduced. I mean, where is he going with this monologue? It sounds to me, even he’s lost the plot. The room went silent and she couldn’t feel his presence hovering over her anymore. She wondered if he quietly slinked away, or was he just standing there unmoving, staring like a predator in wait. Each second that passed, felt like an hour, several hours, when out of nowhere there was a prick against her stomach, that was pushing with more pressure, and Jesus Christ, is this what it felt like to be stabbed? Ginny was now letting out muffled screams and sobs, as Hermione witnessed this terrible act. The pain that Hermione felt was numbed, but she knew it must’ve been agonizing as Ginny thrashed and cried against the assault.

Beep…! Beep…! Beep! Hermione jolted upright in bed, blinking, eyes madly darting around the room. She sighed, it really was just a dream. I knew that, she reaffirmed, dragging a hand down the side of her face.

Increasingly disturbed come morning as she awoke from each new and gruesome death scene, Hermione was determined to overcome these strange recurring night terrors. She had started to keep a dream journal after maybe the third or fourth night, with detailed recounts of everything she could remember. It was therapeutic writing it out and she felt a bit lighter with each swipe of the pen.

There had been a pretty blonde with wavy hair that giggled too much, named Violet or was that Lavender? She was sure it was some purple flower name. He had grabbed her from a dark alley as she was reapplying her lipstick, eyes glued to her compact, already wasted and barely standing. A little prick to the neck and Hermione was greeted with darkness once more. He was not fond of Lilac, he flayed part of her arms and legs, his sick manic laugh ringing in her ears along with the poor girls wails. Iris periodically passed out from the pain only to be waterboarded awake.

Then there was another blonde with straight hair and more of a plain face that went by Hannah. Hannah Abba, she’d actually created a last name for once. Hannah was terrified and begged continually to be spared. He who had no name, snickered at her naivety.

“Do you imagine yourself in a situation that warrants you to just walk away if you ask nicely enough?” His smooth deep baritone caressed as he cruelly cut off her air supply by shoving a thick cloth into her mouth and pinched her nose. He sighed as her face turned varying shades of pink and red.

“I’m doing you a favor, you know? You’re the human equivalent of stale white bread. No one cares about you, no one would remember you if you got hit by a car tomorrow. Not your so called friends, or peers. Not even that beta male boyfriend Neville. Sure, they may think fondly of you for a week, but after that, your memory will be gone with the ether. That’s how little your very existence impacts the world around you.”

As her skin tinged purple then blue, he released his hold on her nose. He pulled the cloth from her mouth as she took deep gulping gasps. She flinched when she felt him near once more, his breath upon her face.

“So you see, I’m saving you from a fate worse than death. To be forgotten, to have never been. No, the world will remember you, sweet Hannah as a tragic character, sure. A cautionary tale, maybe. But they won’t forget, no, they’ll always recall this very night, the night which you became a legend.”

He switched it up with a male victim another evening. Colin was tall, skinny and homely looking. When he smiled, his teeth looked about 2 sizes too big for his mouth. Colin was strangled with a plastic bag over his head. He who had no name was choking poor Colin over and over until finally he took pity on the poor sod by mounting him, and snapping his neck with a hard twist of the chin.

Hermione felt crazy, how could she be normal and create these grotesque visions. No well adjusted person fantasized about murder to the degree that she lived it every night. She researched the meaning behind dreams and the symbolism of the unconscious mind. Was there some hidden underlying issue that needed to be addressed?

“Honey, you look like death. You really shouldn’t stay up so late at night.”

“Thanks mother, I’ll try that in the future.”

We have retired F.B.I. Profiler “Mad Eye” Moody on the show today, “Mr. Moody, what would you say drives a serial killer such as the self proclaimed “Death Eater” or “Voldemort” that has eluded police capture for the past 6 years.”

“He’s been at large for 6 years, but he’s been inactive for the past 4, only recently re-emerging in the past 3 months.” Moody gruffly spit out.

“Mom, why do you watch this garbage?”

“The news? Honey, current events are important, you could stand to be more informed, you should sit down and watch with me.”

“The news is nothing more than depression inducing and fear mongering. I’ll pass.”

No, Hermione had much more important matters to ponder than brainlessly learning about what common household items give you cancer or which celebrities were having a baby.

All of her most recent dreams were about blondes, did she have some deep seated hatred for fair haired individuals. She couldn’t remember any particular trauma from her past that would result in her wishing for the death of blondes. Then again, the first victim she saw had vibrant red hair.

She consulted several sleep therapists in person and online, only to be disappointed with them spouting off the same information she had dug up herself already. In desperation, she even tried taking sleeping pills in hopes of blacking out, but those too failed to safeguard her from the haunting images.

Nothing helped and nothing changed. So she settled into her current cycle of staying awake for as many days as humanly possible, mind of over matter and all that, followed by crashing for a day, day and a half, repeat. At least then she was only faced with the horrors of her mind once a week, rather than Every. Single. Night.

~O-O~

Tick. Tock. Tick…. Tock….

Is it just me or did the clock just wink at me? Hermione blinked her eyes, staring harder at the enemy. She didn’t want to know the time, to know that it was god awful early in the morning and she should really be asleep right now, rather than standing in line for coffee like these other early bird bastards.

Hermione was tired, dead tired. What was that line from Fight Club? “This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy.” That line epitomized her current state of being as she stumbled through her order, “No, it’s Hermione, H-e-r-m, ugh, just write G, it’s for Miss G. Thanks.” She muttered walking away to stand off to the side.

“I’ll have a coffee, black.”

Hermione whipped her head toward the sound, that voice. The pitch and tone of that man instantly gave her chills and her legs threatened to buckle beneath her. Luckily she was near a wall and was able to lean against it nonchalantly as her mind raced a million miles a minute. Could this be the man in her dreams, was that monster real? Was she even awake right now?

“Miss G, order up!”

Hermione took a deep breath and headed toward the counter. She raked her eyes over him, tall, dark, and handsome. His hair was artfully windswept, his gait confident, he smelled like money. Some understated cologne that lingered pleasantly in the air and made your eyes follow the source.

He held himself with an air of ease as if everything just came to him, yet the coldness he radiated made him seem unapproachable, untouchable even.

He noticed her instantly, leaning heavily against the wall as if she could melt into the shadows. Her eyes kept darting toward him, she was not as subtle as she imagined. It stirred the predator inside, she was so damn skittish, beyond normal attraction or nerves. She was dripping neurosis, with her twitching and constant subtle movements. Her hair was curly and wild, it seemed to reflect her agitation. She invoked the thrill of the hunt in him, which was odd to say the least. Intrigued he put on his friendly face.

She was staring off into the distance again, only realizing too late that her line of sight settled in his direction. He flashed her a grin with his dead eyes. She almost dropped her coffee.

“I’m so sorry!” She blurted out, blushing profusely. “You just look so familiar, I was trying to place you, but I can’t seem to figure out where I would’ve seen you before.” Or heard you, demon spawn.

“Tom, order up!”

He grabbed his coffee turning towards her, hand outstretched. “It’s ok, I get that more often than you’d think.” This time, the smile reached his eyes.

“I’m Tom.” He said tipping his coffee toward her in salute.

“I’m Hermione and really, I didn’t mean to stare. I don’t suppose you attend Hogwarts Uni and I’ve seen you around campus?” She blurted the first nonsense small talk she could think of.

“Oh no, dear!” He said with a hearty laugh. “I’ve been out of University for about 10 years now.” He invited her to join him.

“I shouldn’t, I couldn’t.” Hermione stammered, adjusting her messenger bag, wondering if he would chase her should she bolt for the door.

“Nonsense, come, sit”

“Um…ok.” She sat down gracelessly, bumping her bag into the table and knocking some of her books and papers from inside the bag onto the floor. Fuck, I’ll never get out of here now.

“I’m such a klutz lately, sorry. I feel like I can’t stop apologizing to you.” Please be annoyed and send me away.

“It’s fine, it’s early and you haven’t had any of your coffee yet. You have an excuse.” He offered charmingly. Tom bent down to help her gather her things. Hermione Granger displayed on one of her cover pages. “You mentioned you attend Hogwarts? And majoring in…” he looked down at the textbook Cognitive Psychology and Cognitive Neuroscience and a paperback Dreams and Nightmares: The Origin and Meaning of Dreams.

“I’m going to take a stab and say, psych major?”

Funny you should say “stab”, seems you have a propensity toward violence even in your everyday speech.

“It was a fair guess, but no. I’m a pre-med major, I have an academic interest in psychology, hence…”

She seemed friendly enough, but there was something in her eyes. He could see fear in them if he looked hard enough. She recognized him, which was absurd as he’d never seen this girl before. She held herself surprisingly steady, considering her instinct to flee, her body was facing the door and she held tension in her legs to jump up and run at a moment’s notice.

Fascinating. He wanted to splay his hand on her knee to hold her still, he wondered if she would faint if he touched her. Or would she fight him? Would he have to wrestle her to the ground and use his body weight to hold her down. He was getting excited just thinking about her underneath him.

“Is old Slughorn still teaching Chem?”

“So you did go to Hogwarts?” She countered, eyebrow raised. Liar, liar, pants on fire. What else are you lying about sweet prince?

“I did, but ages ago.”

They talked about some of his old professors that still taught, about some of her classes. The conversation flowed freely and Hermione found herself being lulled into a false sense of security the more she listened to his opinions and thoughts on current medical practices and some of the recent breakthroughs his research firm had made in cancer cell analysis.

Was she being paranoid in thinking this highly educated well to do man was a serial killer just because of the cadence of his voice. Of course she was being paranoid, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right about him.

“I should get going, classes and all that.” Hermione was never good at a natural exit strategy.

Tom smiled warmly. “I’d love to see you again, allow me to take you to dinner tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Tomorrow night?” She choked, catching herself from a look of horror and forcing a pleasant expression on her face. This is it, this is the moment that I’ll regret my life choices once I’m lying blindfolded and tied down on his table.

“I’d love to, but I’m just swamped with midterms coming up and I have this research paper due on Tuesday…”

“Give me your phone. We can exchange numbers and meet up the next time you have a few free hours. I’d love to pick your brain on stem cell theory, you’re more enthusiastic and knowledgeable than my current interns. It would be great having someone like you on board.”

Now this posed a unique opportunity. Getting close to him, she could find out if her suspicions were real or merely a fantastic coincidence. Surely if he was a murderer, he wouldn’t be dumb enough to piss where he eats, wait, what was that saying? Don’t take a piss in the yard? Don’t piss where you sleep?

“Hermione?”

“Hm…?” Shit, I didn’t hear what he was saying.

Tom’s hand was outstretched, her phone in his palm. He placed it in her own, playing with her fingers in a surprisingly intimate way. He stood and leaned toward her ear.

“I look forward to our next meeting, Hermione. I can’t wait to get to know you better.” he breathed, then swiftly walked away.

What the fuck was that?

~O-O~

Hermione slept like a baby. Sweet, sweet peaceful REM sleep, no night terrors, no lingering feelings of disgust and horror upon waking. I haven’t felt this good in what feels like forever, she mused.

A couple weeks passed and she fell back into routine easily, school, study, work, repeat. It seemed like the nightmares and sleep deprivation were a thing of the past. She didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, so she put the disturbing dreams behind her, locking them in a box within the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind.

“Hermione, can you pick up a prescription for your father tomorrow afternoon? I thought I’d be around, but Barbara filled the cancellation spot, so it looks like we’ll be in the office most of the day.”

“Of course mom, it’s no problem.”

Parts of Hannah Abbott were recently found buried in multiple shallow graves on the shore of the Thames by Reading. Seven graves, each containing a piece of her body. Police suspect this is another case of the self proclaimed “Death Eater” or “Voldemort” serial killer. He is known to stalk, torture, and kill his victims, disposing of their body, by cutting it up into 7 pieces.

Hermione stared at the tv, her eyes getting blurry and a high pitched ringing filling her head. Hannah Abbott, Hannah Abbo, Hannah Abba. Why did that name sound so familiar?

Ding.

Hermione looked down at her phone.

Hey, it’s Tom. We met at the coffee shop. How did midterms go? What are you doing this weekend? Want to have dinner?

Her stomach dropped.

Hermione ran to her bedroom grabbing her dream journal and flipping open her laptop.

“Honey are you okay?” Her mother called from the living room.

“I’m fine Mom, I just felt a headache coming on. I think I’m going to lay down.”

She furiously typed Hannah Abbott into google and opened the first article with a picture of a plain faced blonde smiling back at the camera. She typed in “Voldemort” seeing thousands of articles pop up in the search, scrolling down the screen names like “Ginny” “Lavender” and even “Colin” jumping out at her. This serial killer had been active on and off over the past 6 years, with his victim count suspected to reach as low as 23, as high as 48. The room started to spin and she was hyperventilating, this was real, all her dreams really happened.

She passed out.

~O-O~

Now that she thought about it, the dreams stopped around the time she met Tom. She felt like an idiot for not making the connection sooner! This had to mean something. She felt fear, yes, of course, but she also felt purpose and duty. Hermione was meant to prove his guilt and somehow stop his murderous killing spree, she just knew it.

Hello, Tom. It’s good to hear from you. This weekend sounds great! I’m available Saturday night, just let me know when and where. I look forward to seeing you soon. :)

#tomione #t #samhain2k18 #submission #avasafari

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ORANGE . | HWANG MINHYUN

- admin xion

genre: fluff with v smol angst member: hwang minhyun word count: 1, 522 requested: yis ! side notes: I LOVE ORANGE SM !!

prompt: where you get letters from yourself in the future, encouraging you to show signs of how you like minhyun back, before you both go on spring break // dedicated to my lOVELY LOVELY THIGH SWEEPER @xiupch ily shuri <3

SHOUJO SERIES

where admin xion rewrites plots of shoujo animes and replaces the characters with wanna one members [won’t be exactly similar to the anime]

seongwoo : ao haru ride jihoon : isshakun friends daniel : kaichou wa maid sama guanlin : kimi no na wa jinyoung : hotarubi no mori e

DAY 1

“minhyun will try to help you up when you fall down in the hallways. he’ll offer you his hand. accept that offer,”

you chuckled to yourself reading that letter

“bullshit. minhyun wouldn’t even want to help me in the first place,” you mumbled under your breath

minhyun was a friend of yours in some sort of sense

he was your cliche fuck boy that’d always pick on you

but in a sense, you two were somehow friends

he was there for all the injuries you got to firstly, laugh at you at how dumb you are and secondly, treat your wounds

and you’d blush every time he did as you’d remained silent

“who’s even sending me these letters?” you scoffed to yourself

rolling your eyes, you threw the letter onto your desk as you headed out for school

you met up with your friends at your desk as they mentioned how great their weekends were

“woojin got so shy and it was the most cutest thing ever,” kyujin spoke, becoming all flustered

“ew, that’s my brother you’re talking about,” replied eunkyung

you rolled your eyes and smiled

“but eunkyung, you’re dating kyujin’s brother,” you scoffed under your breath as kyujin rolls her eyes

“ew,” she gags as you couldn’t help but burst out into laughter

“ah- the single life,” you exclaimed like a queen on her throne

they both shake their heads with smiles across their faces

“okay but in actual news, minhyun’s gonna be in our gym class again,” spoke eunkyung

“seriously? he got kicked out of english again?” kyujin commented, gawking her eyes

“i bet it’s to annoy y/n again,” kyujin mumbles softly as they both look at you

for some reason, the thought of minhyun usually brought you a sour and bitter look

but all you could think of was that letter

“hey guys- this morning i...” you trailed off your sentence, second guessing you choices before you spoke

“you what?” kyujin provoked

“nothing. i was just gonna mention how i bought a new hairband since minhyun broke my last one but that’s nothing really important,” you avoided the actual topic you were about to bring up

they bought it and nodded as you smiled a bit to yourself

when gym rolled around, the familiar annoying boy was being scolded by the gym teacher once again since he was brought into this class

“y/n! minhyun here has been missing out on all of his english homework, can you help him get caught up since your grade in gym is obviously set at a high score?” your gym teacher spoke

“well obviously- if she’s gonna keep kicking me out, of course i’m gonna be missing out on work,” minhyun cursed under his breath as you kicked him quickly, without the gym teacher noticing

forcing a smile, you nodded

usually, everyone would change into their gym clothes but since you were pulled aside, you were in the school uniform

“fuck you,” you scoffed

“with pleasure sweetie,” he replies with sarcastic eyes

“what are you missing out on?” you ask trying to change the topic

“i don’t know, she kicks me out of class i don’t fucking know what i’m supposed to be doing,” he spoke bitterly

“you’re fucked,” you teased as he rolled his eyes

“aren’t you fucked since i’m the one doing it?” he provoked as you couldn’t help but scoff, leaving a bitter-ish smile across your face

“alRIGHT FUCK THIS” you groaned standing up and storming away

minhyun followed you, but walked instead

as you turned a corner, you tripped over thin air and landed on your back as you could hear minhyun’s laugh approaching

rolling your eyes, minhyun finally comes into sight

“has the clock struck 12 yet?” he teases as you roll your eyes

he offers you a hand as your mind went back to the letter

“he’ll offer you his hand. accept that offer,”

as you found yourself to be a puppet on strings, you accepted his hand as he helped you stand up

“thanks...” you softly spoke as you realized his hand wasn’t letting go of yours

minhyun was staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face as you could feel yourself becoming flustered

you let go of his hand as he realized how close you two actually were and becomes flustered as well

“ah- s-sorry,” he mumbles shyly

“i-it’s fine,” you reply

“okaybye,” you both say at the same time before walking off into two different directions

DAY 2

“don’t move. you won’t regret it,”

you were a bit in shocked when the letter labeled day 1 worked out

the mail only came with 3 envelopes, titled day 1, day 2 and day 3

but the fact that day 1 was exactly like how the letter explained it, you were starting to possibly believe it was true

it can’t hurt just to do what it says, can it?

“what the fuck do you mean by that?” you scoffed under your breath

“how does one not move?” you questioned to yourself softly

rolling your eyes, you took a deep breath when your eyelids shut down for a bit to take everything in

you didn’t even know what you were doing at this point

going to school, a sudden pair of hands tapping on your shoulders made you jump a bit as you turned around

“you get scared easily,” minhyun scoffs as he walks away, suddenly bumping into your shoulder

you furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head, continuing on with your life like usual

minhyun came into your language class since he got kicked out of history

the thought of it made you chuckle and roll your eyes but minhyun seemed to notice that action and decided to take a seat next to you

“minhyun, fuck off,” you mumbled bitterly

“sorry. i seem to be attracted to pretty girls,” he casually spoke as you sat there, a bit flustered from the sudden comment

you didn’t notice how your cheeks were a bit pink but minhyun did

he messes up your hair and chuckles a bit, pinching your cheek like a child as you winced in pain

“yes- i called you pretty you idiot,” he mumbles as you slap his hand away from the pain, rubbing your cheek a bit

guilt took over him as he felt like he pinched your cheek a bit too hard

“don’t move, you won’t regret it,”

minhyun suddenly moves in closer and cups your cheek, rubbing his finger back and fourth as his eyes meet yours

he softly smiles as his eyes became warm

“you’re cute when you’re like that,” he mumbles softly, under his breath

DAY 3 (the day before spring break)

“he cares about you more than you think,”

you played with the ends of your hair and your fingers, dangling your feet from the seat outside of the office

hwang minhyun was never the type to care about you

or at least that’s what you thought

it’s so easy for one to write the words but to believe it is the hard part

a girl ran past you and looking behind her was minhyun, walking casually like he did when you fell down

it’s definitely a lot more easier to write it out then believe it you said to yourself

“have a nice spring break minhyun!” the girl spoke happily

“you too,” he replied as she ran off

minhyun notices your presences and sat beside you

“what are you doing here?” he asked

“debating if i should walk home or get a cab,” you replied as he chuckles and nods

“what’s the chuckle for?”

“choosing something like that shouldn’t be hard,” he scoffs as you roll your eyes and shake your head

“for me it is,” you whined like a child as minhyun laughs a bit

“he cares about you more than you think,”

“minhyun, what am i to you?” you blurt

a sigh escapes from his lips as his head turns to face yours

“someone-” he spoke

it sounded like he was going to say more but stopped himself

“just someone?” you asked

“someone who i care about,” he spoke

“he cares about you more than you think,”

“really?”

“yeah, why do you think i always treated your wounds?” minhyun spoke with a soft smile that seemed to be contagious

you were smiling a bit as well

“i’m sending these letters to you because i made the mistake of pushing minhyun away since i assumed he was just like every other person who’d use someone.

he’s someone that smiles a lot and makes you smile without knowing it and as much as you deny that fact, it’s true.

since i didn’t tell him how i felt, he moved on thinking that you’d never like him back and ended up dating someone else.

it felt empty and lonely- despite how selfish that may sound.

i hope you’re able to follow these letters and make sure you don’t find yourself crying inside your pillow like i did.

hwang minhyun has the warm colors and sweetness under all of his bitter skin-

like an orange.”

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