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thealmightyemprex · 6 months

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Voyage Through the Disney Canon :1937-1949 ranking

These are the first 11 Disney animated films ,ranked from my least favorite to most favorite

11.Fun and Fancy Free -Ah Fun and Fancy Free,the favorite Disney film of nobody ,at least from what I have seen .I have never seen any one talk about this one positively and yeah I'm not gonna praise it either,this film is rather messy .I really dont like the first segment about Bongo the Bear,I actually think it is dreadful (THough Dinah Shore does some good narration ),Jiminey Cricket is a bit grating here ,and I like Edgar Bergen in general but wow is the wraparound segment with him unsettling especially if you dont know who he is .The Mickey and the Beanstalk segment is good but not to noteworthy aside from Bill Gilbert delivering a enjoyable performance as the giant and there is a scene where Donald becomes murderously insane ,thats fun

10.Saludos Amigos -This movie isnt bad,its just....Barely a film .Its only a bit over 40 minutes ,it feels more like EDutainment talking about South America .It fine for what it is and hey it gave us Jose Carioca

9.Melody Time -Its fine .I like the Blame it on the Samba segment and the Johnny Appleseed segment is sweet and definately the best part of the film,gets me misty eyed ,but every other segment is just.....OK to me

8.Three Caballeros -The much better companion film to Saludos Amigos,this film is weird and energetic ansd just fun,with the titular song being a highlight .

7.Dumbo:So of the 5 Capital C Classics(The first 5 films Disney made which are Snow White,Pinocchio,Fantasia ,Dumbo and Bambi ),I didnt know which ones would rank where.....But knew of the 5 Dumbo would be the lowest,which I feel bad about cuase...I really like Dumbo ,its a very nostalgic childhood favorite :Pink Elephants is a great sequence,the Baby Mine song brings a tear to my eye .heck the songs in general are good,Dumbo is a lovable protagonist and I love the performance of Edward Brophy as Timothy the mouse ,I think he is an underrated sidekick.It has a MAJOR problem with it and yes it is the racism ,like wow,not just the crow scene but the song "Happy Hearted Roustabouts" which is just...Yikes .However theres another reason it is not higher becuase it does its job too well.It was made to be a short simple movie,and it suceeds in being that ,but as such the other films I find more interesting .However let it be known I have a soft spot for Dumbo

6.Make Mine Music -This ia an underrated gem.I personally dont dig the more abstract segments but theres a lot of fun music and animation and I think the final segment the Whale That Wanted To Sing at the Met is a masterpiece with for me,the saddest moment in the Walt era

5.Fantasia -FAntasia is a movie I admire more then I like .Most of what I love is in the second half,I adore the Dance of the Hours and the Pastorial Sympathy and of course Night on Bald Mountain is MAGNIFICENT ,butwith the exception of the delightful Sorcerers Apprentice,the first half drags for me .I do like the movie ,finding it very artistically pleasing but I cant say its one of my personal favorite Disney films but can totally see why it is a favorite for many

4.Bambi -This is a contender for the best looking film of the Walt era,gorgeous backgrounds ,great character animation and its more of a vibe then a story .Its not for everyone....But Bambi is awesome to me,its kind of neat just watching this deer live his life .ITs really cute (Especially the stuff with Thumper the rabbit ),its gorgeous and has some solid emotional moments .I dont like the soundtrack but the rest of the film I really enjoy .

3.The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad -This is my favorite of the wartime/post war animated films cause its one I watched a bunch as a kid .No9w truthfully the first segment covering Wind In the Willows is just good.I like the performances of Eric Blore as Mr Toad and J PAt O Malley as Cyril ,theres some funny moments,Basil Rathbone is a good narrator ,but I prefer other takes on Wind in the Willows and I dont like how minimized Ratty and Mole are .....The second segment is a masterpiece,with great character animation,comedy,wonderful narration by Bing Crosby who also sings the banger that is the Headless Horseman song and yeah the Headless Horseman himself is a wonderfully scary villain with the chase scene between him and Ichabod Crane being one hell of a climax.

2.Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs -This film the more I see it the more I love it .Its funny cause I used to not like this movie but now I have fallen for its simplistic charm.It feels like no other Disney film ,like it is so unpolished cause they are trying to figure out how to make a feature and I finsd it endearing .Snow White is a character I do care about,the Queen is a simple yet imposing villain and By god when she becomes the Witch she is reallly creepy and rightfully has been nightmare fuel for many a child over the generations (Props to the voice work of Lucille LaVerne ).The scene stealers really are the Dwarfs ,especially Grumpy and Dopey who are played an animated well.Bit of a comfort movie for me ,so had to place it a bit high

1.Pinocchio-This is one of my favorite animated films of all time .It is sweet ,it is dramtic , and it can be really intense .The songs are all great (No Strings On Me might be my favorite ) .The character animation is great (I particularly love Bill Tytlas animation of Stromboli ) ,the climax is just a marvel of animation (Monstro the Whale is one hell of a feat of animation ),Pinocchio is a likeable protagonist,Honest John is a hilarious comedic villain who stands in contrast to the more terrifying villainay of Stromboli and the Coachman ,and Jiminy Cricket ,Geppetto,and Figaro are just lovable.I love lovve love love love love love this movie .

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biographydivider · 2 years

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Well I had to write an El Ratoncito Pérez story, didn’t I?

Thanks to @usedtobeguest123 for the prompt! Also I found this version of the original story and used it as reference, if anyone needs it. It’s super cute! Bruno finds out that his youngest sobrina missed out on a beloved tradition, and decides to fix it.

“No, that is not how it happened!” Pepa leaned forward in her chair, thumping her fist on the breakfast table. “I’m telling you, Bruno; Agustín didn’t break his leg on purpose. He’s clumsy, not stupid.” “He totally did. I remember him telling me he did.” Bruno leant back in his chair, inhaling the smell of rich, dark coffee. How he loved coffee. “He was all like, ‘Nah, I don’t need a soft landing, Bruno. I-it’s all in the pursuit of love, of sweet Juileta…’” “He did not say that.” “Mmyeh, makes a better story than ‘ Agustín met the love of his life because he fell out of a tree onto her brother.’”

“Mamá! Mamá, Mamá look!” Antonio ran up to the table where his Mamá and tio were sitting, opened his mouth wide, and wobbled his front canine with his tongue. “Ah gah ah loof toof!” Mirabel brought up the rear, squeezing her primo’s shoulder before sitting next to her tio. “We just realised it was wobbly and had to come tell you,” she said. “Any coffee left, Bruno?” “Nope. Shoulda got here earlier, kid.” “Tch, so selfish.” Pepa sank to the floor, wrapping Antonio up in a huge hug and peppering his face with kisses, the tears welling up in her eyes before her knees hit the floor. “Ay, my baby! You’re all grown up! My hombrecito, my little buñuelo…” “It feels really weird.” “Stop moving it with your tongue, mi vida.” “Ah, well,” Bruno said, sipping on the last of his coffee, “You’ll be getting a visit from El Ratoncito Pérez soon enough, I guess…” Antonio and Mirabel looked at their tio; heads cocked, identical expressions on their faces. Mirabel inched forward in her chair. “El Raton…’” “Who’s that, Mamá?” Antonio asked, looking up into Pepa’s face. “Do they live in town?” Pepa winced. “You know,” Bruno continued, leaning back in his chair with a nostalgic grin, “Ratoncito Pérez? Th-the little rat? I used to tell the kids about him every time they lost a tooth – I can’t believe you forgot, they loved that story! They were always so excited to see what he drew for them…” “Bruno…” “’coz, y’know, he leaves you a present in exchange for your baby teeth? Lives in a cookie box, with the little red satchel and the…wh-why are you looking at me like that, Pep?” A tiny, grey cloud had appeared over Pepa’s head as she looked down at the floor, hands knotted in her dress. “Um, Bruno…we didn’t…I mean…” She darted a look at her son, and covered his ears with her hands. “You were always the one who did El Ratoncito Pérez when the children were small,” she whispered. “After you…after you left, we, um…” “I just gave my baby teeth to my Mamá,” came a small voice at Bruno’s shoulder. Bruno turned, heart sinking, to see Mirabel gazing into the middle distance, her expression blank. “She kept them in an old box of spices in her room. We painted it together.” She shook her head – just a tiny movement, almost more of a shiver. “So, everyone else got…they got presents, and a story, and I didn’t?” “Oh. Oh, kiddo…” At the sound of his voice, Mirabel looked at Bruno, a memory dawning in her eyes. “Camilo,” she began, and her voice cracked. “Um. He lost his first tooth just before I didn’t get my…um, like, the week before my gift ceremony. And he was so excited, I remember now…” Bruno remembered that day. Camilo finding the little envelope under his pillow, showing everyone the little drawing inside that Bruno had done the night before, sticking it to the wall just above his bed. He’d drawn a tiny mouse-Camilo holding hands with El Ratoncito Pérez. His tiny curls and a big, wide smile with a gap in it. It was the last time he played that game with the kids before he went into the walls. He wondered what had happened to that picture. The cloud burst, slowly tinkling raindrops onto Pepa’s hair. “Mirabel…we didn’t –” “No, Tia Pepa. It’s okay. It’s just another piece of magic that everyone else had. And I didn’t.” Mirabel blinked hard, then stood up. “I’m gonna…I said I’d walk with Abuela into town today. I better go get ready.” She pushed her chair out from the table, making an awful screech against the cobblestones, and walked away without looking back. Bruno watched her go, Antonio breaking free of his mother to run after her. Guilt lay heavy across Bruno’s chest; followed, quickly, by anger. “Seriously, Pep?” he said, jerking his head to glare down at his sister. “You guys couldn’t even do that for her?” She couldn’t look at him. “Bruno…it…it was your thing. We could never do it like you did. Your little drawings, the notes –” “Then just put a coin under her pillow like everyone else in town does, jeez! She was a kid, Pepa, you guys didn’t think she deserved even that tiny bit of –” “We didn’t want to replace you!” “So that means Mirabel gets to suffer? Oh, wait; of course it did.” Bruno stood up from the table. “Sorry, Pepa; I-I’m pretty mad at you and I don’t wanna shout. So, so I’m just gonna go.” “Bruno –!” “See you at dinner.” …

She knew it didn’t matter. The family had been through so much together; grown so much together. So much had been forgiven, and talked over, and rationalised and analysed and swept under the rug. But still. It hurt. Could you miss something you never even had? She’d barely known her Tio Bruno when she was small. And yeah, they were close now. He was – and she’d never say this out loud because it was kinda pathetic – probably her best friend. But she didn’t get to have his bedtime stories, or his hugs when she’d skinned her knee, or ticklefights or rides on his back. Everyone else had these touchstones of memory with him from their childhoods. She didn’t. It seemed there were a lot of things she didn’t get to have. Mirabel had excused herself after dinner and spent the rest of the night reading the Family Book Club book up in her room until it was late enough that she could curl under the covers and close her eyes. For a long while, her brain was just a swirling mess of self-pity and sadness. Then, finally, she tipped over into the blank relief of sleep. When she next opened her eyes, it was the middle of the night. The moon was full, and shining against her curtains, but everything else was thrown into shadow. She could hear her father snoring a few rooms down, the creak and shift of the house settling into itself. And something new. Scrabble-scrabble. Scrabble-scrabble. Scrabble. Mirabel sat up, fumbling for her glasses. Her eyesight was, somehow, even worse than her Papi’s; everything was a mess of smudges without them. In the middle of the floor was a shape. One of Antonio’s toys? How had that ended up in – As she pushed her glasses into place, Mirabel realised it wasn’t a toy. It was a rat. A small, soft, mist-grey rat, with a miniature straw hat and – Mirabel’s chest tightened – a tiny red satchel, the strops looped over its front paws, stuffed with rolls of paper. The rat spotted her and turned its tiny head. Mirabel froze. The rat scurried up the bedpost at the far left of her bed, making its way over the hills and valleys of her sheets until it was sitting on her knee. It sat up on its hind legs and looked at her, cocking its head this way and that, the moonlight caught in its beady, black eyes. Mirabel reached out one hand, and it snuffled at her fingers. It tickled, but Mirabel didn’t laugh. She barely wanted to breathe. This seemed like something from a dream, and if she made too loud a noise, she’d wake up. The rat turned away from her, showing her the contents of its satchel. It squeaked, once, in an instructional kind of way. With shaking fingers, Mirabel took the scrolls of paper from the satchel, and laid them in her lap. With that, the rat gave her one last look, and was gone; down the bedpost, onto the floor, and lost in the shadows of her room. After a long, long moment, when her room fell quiet again, Mirabel leaned over and tugged the curtains open; just enough so she could read by the light of the moon. The first scroll, when she unfurled it, was no bigger than the palm of her hand. ‘Dearest Mirabel,’ it read, ‘I must first apologise for the lateness of these missives. You see, I have been on a long and perilous adventure with my best friend, King Bubi (I shall tell you all about him in Letter #2). The terribly wicked cat, Don Pedro, dogged our steps at every turn (which was quite impolite of him, being a cat), and so I am only just now writing to you...’ There were so many letters. Each one had a new story, or a little drawing (her favourite one was of a Ratty Tio Bruno running away from a housecat who bore more than a passing similarity to Parce, Antonio’s jaguar friend), coloured in with coffee grinds and shaded with pencil. Mirabel spent the rest of the night hugging her knees, squinting as she read each story in turn, running her fingers over the small, untidy, familiar writing. She smiled a lot – pressing her hand to her mouth to stop the giggles – and often had to pause to wipe away a tear before it smudged anything she hadn’t read yet. Just before sunrise, as her eyes were beginning to ache, she tucked the letters into her bedside drawer and snuggled down onto her pillow. “Thank you, Ratoncito Pérez,” she whispered, closing her eyes again.

…

Bruno woke up to a small, twitching nose pressing into his palm. “Wha…” he muttered blearily, before sitting up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Rosa sat on the edge of his mattress, her satchel wonky on her back, hat hanging off one ear. Bruno had been so pleased to find the old costumes tucked away with the rest of his stuff. He couldn’t remember how he’d made the hat. “Hey, mi vida,” he murmured sleepily, gently removing Rosa’s outfit. “Did you have fun in your first starring role?” Rosa was his ingenue; at only a few months old, she was just starting to learn the ropes of Bruno’s troupe of performing rats. She needed her big break. Plus, it was less likely Mirabel would recognise her. A little suspension of disbelief went a long way to make a really good story. “C’mon,” he said, lying back down and letting Rosa make a temporary nest in his hair, “we can get a little more sleep before she wakes up.” If Mirabel was anything like her sisters, Dolores and Camilo, she would burst in here in, oh, about an hour or so, to show him her gifts from Ratoncito Pérez. And, just like the old days, he’d smile and ask questions and muss her hair and wish he had a big pot of coffee because it was really, really early, kiddo, can we do this at the breakfast table? He couldn’t wait.

#el ratoncito perez #encanto #encanto fanfic #Bruno Madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pensandpizza #grumpy bruno AND good tio bruno?#sign me up

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pinkrelish · 1 year

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I’ve been reading fics since I was 12/13 and I’m 23 now (so bad I know) but honestly I’ve read them all, the bad & good lol. But seriously you are too modest. Your writing is exceptional, like I mean I read A LOT, i studied english in school & college and have had to read a mountain of literature and honestly the way you write and your style is so captivating, it evokes such joy and suspense and sticks with you all day. You write the characterisations so well despite being pre established characters and I just hope you know that you have a genuine talent and you’ve brought a lot of brightness to a number of reader’s days.

ah, this is too sweet! 😔

its hard to fathom things like people being in suspense at this rather mundane/slice-of-life story, or people thinking about eddie & mouse after reading the chapter, so i tend to think more highly of those fics that do have better tension and mystery and wonder why people like mine so much.

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jessicas-pi · 1 year

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okay, you guys, it's like 1:45 AM and I'm never gonna get any sleep with the sore throat I've got right now, so who wants to hear about the legend of Midnight Jim?

I don't know how many kids actually believed they had a monster under their bed. I didn't. I had a loft bed. There were bookshelves and a red leather beanbag chair that leaked staticky foam pellets under my bed, and as a result there was also frequently a me under my bed when I wanted to read past my bedtime.

I did not believe in monsters. Although, that scene at the beginning of Monsters, Inc. where the red eyes appear under the kid's bed always freaked me out and I had to skip it.

I was also afraid of the child catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, the Rodents of Unusual Size, Ewoks, the vacuum cleaner (but only sometimes,) and Gorignak.

I was a nervous child.

Deeply nervous.

So when I say I do not believe in monsters, I don't mean that I didn't have monsters. I had a lot of monsters. I just didn't believe in them.

I imagined faces in dark windows and shambling shapes and long grasping arms and cold fingers that brushed my ankles as I went up the stairs and creepy voices that made heavy breathing sounds. All of this followed me everywhere in the dark, and I do mean everywhere. If I was in the dark, there was a Something behind me.

Of course, I didn't believe in it.

I knew it wasn't real.

But it was there.

(My sister Emily took this a step further as a child and produced lovely, nightmarish illustrations of her monsters—at least, I assume they were her monsters—in full color. Then she named them and sometimes wrote information down about their species.)

(We were raised on Planet Earth documentaries instead of... whatever other kids watched. Barney. Or Elmo. I'm not saying that those don't have some value, but you get A Different Kid when you feed their brain with David Attenborough's narration of the ceaseless marching-onwards of life and death in the natural world.)

Where was I?

Ah, right. Yes.

Midnight Jim.

Something else relevant to this story is that I am a terrible sleeper. Not chronic insomnia, but chronic something. I have to imagine stories for a good half hour before I can even start to slip off, and it was only so much worse as a kid.

I needed it to be dark to sleep.

But if my brain was not filled up with thoughts, EVERY SECOND, then... of course...

Monsters.

I also had to get up a lot in the night. One midnight snack and at least two bathroom trips every night were a necessity. Which was only more opportunity for the Not Real Monsters to follow me around and scare my pants off.

Eventually, I realized this Had To End. But how? It wasn't like I could just make the monsters go away, I knew they weren't there at all! And mentally transforming Kissy Cat into a monster-devouring feline kaiju didn't help much, mostly because we did not own Kissy Cat yet. Instead we had a sweet little mouse named Petunia, and her evil demon mouse sister named Sweetie.

Mice do not fight monsters.

After hours upon hours of endless nightly agonizing, I finally hit upon my solution.

I would make my own monster.

First up, it needed a name. What was named was known, and what was known was not feared.

Tempting as it would be to call it Steve after the hedge from Over the Hedge, I was not as clever then as I am now, so I decided to call it Midnight Jim.

(Coincidentally, Jim was the name of our neighbor who would mow his lawn at midnight and would wax our car for us if we bought him a pack of beer.)

Then I dreamed up what is, in my own humble opinion, the best monster to ever exist.

Midnight Jim looks just like a monarch butterfly, except he secretly eats your hair when you don't look. He says "Raargh." Like, says it. Try and say "raargh" in a flat, squeaky, little-kid voice, and you will see what Midnight Jim sounded like.

And then there was nothing for my brain to autofill to make Midnight Jim scary. "ooh he's a creepy—" nope he's a butterfly. "he eats your—" hair? yeah so what it grows back. "he makes a creepy sound like—" raargh. he says raargh. No creepy noises, only raargh.

I couldn't get rid of my monsters but by george I could replace them, and so I did.

Whenever a Monster would start to follow me around I just replaced it with Midnight Jim. And it worked. It worked!

In fact, it worked so well that I never actually had to work on getting rid of that overactive imagination of mine, so I still need Midnight Jim to follow me around sometimes when The Monsters come back.

Long live Midnight Jim, I guess.

#the ongoing shenanigans of my family #wow what did i just write out #congratulations if you read this you're in for a ride #why am i even posting this? idk. but im gonna.

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brookston · 3 months

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Hebrew: 10 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 9 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 20 White; Sixday [20 of 30]

Julian: 7 January 2024

Moon: 76%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 20 Moses (1st Month) [Mano-Capac]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 11 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 31 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 30 of 31)

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Holidays 1.20

Holidays

Armed Forces Day (Mali)

Babin Den (Grandmother’s Day; Bulgaria)

Basketball Day

BBC Democracy Day (UK)

Bill Cosby Sweater Day

Camcorder Day

Camel Wrestling Day (Turkey)

Day of Deflvders of the Barricades (Barikāžu Aizstāvju Diena; Latvia)

Day of National Mourning (Azerbaijan)

Fiesta de las Corralejas (Sincelejo, Colombia)

Foundation Day (Rio de Janeiro, Argentina)

Guru Govind Singh Jayanti (India)

Heroes’ Day (Cape Verde, Guinea-Bissau)

Inauguration Day (US) [@4 Years, unless a Sunday]

International Day of Acceptance

International Hat Day

Joe B. Hall Day (Kentucky)

Lao People’s Armed Forces (Laos)

Martyrs’ Day (Azerbaijan)

National Charlie Day

National Claudia Day

National Disc Jockey Day (a.k.a. DJ Day)

National 'Good Day' Day

National Judy Day

National Sebastian Day

Penguin Awareness Day

Petlyovden (Rooster Day; Bulgaria)

Severe Cold begins (Chinese Farmer’s Calendar)

Shima-Enaga No Hi (Japanese Long-Tailed Tit Day; Japan)

Spurge-Laurel Day (French Republic)

Stay Young Forever Day

Stop! Yield! Day

Take A Walk Outdoors Day

Tamborrada (Drum Festival; Spain)

Tell Them Day

Traffic Rules Day

Vendors Day (India)

What’s Going On Day (Michigan)

World Religions Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Buttercrunch Day

National Cheese Lover's Day

National Coffee Break Day

World Bigos Day (Poland)

3rd Saturday in January

Bald Eagle Appreciation Days begin [3rd Saturday]

Baltic Porter Day (Poland) [3rd Saturday]

Learn to Ski Day [3rd Saturday]

National Tulip Day (Netherlands) [3rd Saturday]

National Use Your Gift Card Day [3rd Saturday]

Polar Bear Jump & Ugly Fish Toss (Seward, Alaska) [begins 3rd Saturday]

Sight-Saving Sabbath Weekend [begins 3rd Saturday]

Soup Swap Day [3rd Saturday]

Independence & Related Days

Dictatorship of Alissia (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Empire of New Europe (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Republic Day (Autonomous Republic of Crimea)

Sprinske Communist Republic (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

United Republic of Kwajalein (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Festivals Beginning January 20, 2024

Aces & Ales Winter Beer Fest (Las Vegas, Nevada) [thru 1.21]

Atlanta Cask Ale Tasting (Atlanta, Georgia)

Bart Hall Boat Show (Pomona, California) [thru 1.22]

Carnival of Over (Over, Portugal) [thru 2.13]

Columbus Beerfest (Columbus, Ohio)

Denver Travel Show (Denver, Colorado) [thru 1.21]

Dhaka International Film Festival (Dhaka, Bangladesh) [thru 1.28]

Geneva Restaurant Week (Geneva, Illinois) [thru 1.28]

International Hot Air Balloon Festival of Château-d’Oex (Château-d’Oex, Switzerland) [thru 1.28]

SAVOR Food & Wine Festival (Tucson, Arizona)

Tamborrada Drum Festival (San Sebastián, Spain)

Feast Days

Abadios (Christian; Saint)

Armed Forces Day (Mali)

Baba Yaga Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Blessed Basil Moreau (Christian; Saint)

Clarice Cliff (Artology)

Corralejas Festival (Fiesta de las Corralejas; Colombia)

Cyprian Michael Irene Tansi (Christian; Saint)

Eustochia Smeralda Calafato (Christian; Saint)

Euthymius the Great (Christian; Saint)

Eve of Saint Agnes [Virgins]

Fabian (Roman Catholic; Saint)

Fechin (Christian; Saint)

Feralia: Day of Purification (Pagan)

Festival of Jubilation for Osiris (Egyptian God of Agriculture)

Hippolyte Bayard (Artology)

John the Baptist Day (Serbia)

Manchán of Lemanaghan (Christian; Saint)

Mano-Capac (Positivist; Saint)

Maria Cristina of the Immaculate Conception Brando (Christian)

Mark Ryden (Artology)

Marx Brothers Quote Day (Pastafarian)

Mr. Between (Muppetism)

Richard Rolle (Church of England)

Sacrifices to Athena (Ancient Greece)

Sebastian (Christian; Saint)

Stephen Min Kuk-ka (one of The Korean Martyrs)

Timket (Coptic Epiphany; Eritrea, Ethiopia)

Tiny Tim Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [6 of 57]

Premieres

Ah, Sweet Mouse-Story of Life (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1965)

The Artist (Film; 2012)

Awkwafina is Nora from Queens (TV Series; 2020)

Blood on the Tracks, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1975)

Born Free, by Joy Adamson (Novel; 1960)

Breaking Bad (TV Series; 2008)

Cat and Dupli-Cat (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1967)

Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes, by Jimmy Buffet (Album; 1977)

Dawson’s Creek (TV Series; 1998)

Duel Personality (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1966)

Ecstasy (Film; 1933)

The Fishing Bear, featuring Barney Bear (MGM Cartoon; 1940)

The Founder (Film; 2017)

A Fox in a Fix (WB MM Cartoon; 1951)

Fullmetal Alchemist: The Sacred Star of Milos (Animated Film; 2012)

High School Musical (TV Movie; 2006)

Homework, by Daft Punk (Album; 1997)

Leaf by Niggle, by J.R.R. Tolkien (Short Story; 1945)

Lion Around (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

Meet the Beatles!, by The Beatles (Album; 1964)

Murdoch Mysteries (TV Series; 2008)

Noble Beast, by Andrew Bird (Album; 2009)

Pyromania, by Def Leppard (Album; 1983)

Red Tails (Film; 2012)

The Red Turtle (Animated Film; 2017)

Tristram Shandy (Film; 2006)

Tuck Everlasting, by Natalie Babbitt (Novel; 1975)

Underworld: Awakening (Film; 2012)

Wet Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1962)

What’s Going On, by Marvin Gaye (Song; 1971)

When You Finish Saving the World (Film; 2023)

Why We Fight (Documentary Film; 2006)

Wuthering Heights, by Kate Bush (Song; 1978)

xXx: The Return of Xander Cage (Film; 2017)

Today’s Name Days

Fabianus, Sebastian, Ursula, Ute (Austria)

Efimir, Evtim, Evtimiya, Momchil (Bulgaria)

Fabijan, Sebastijan (Croatia)

Ilona (Czech Republic)

Fabian, Sebastian (Denmark)

Hendrika, Henna, Henni, Henriette, Jete (Estonia)

Sebastian (Finland)

Fabien, Sébastien (France)

Fabian, Paula, Sebastian, Ursula (Germany)

Evthymios, Fabianos, Thymios (Greece)

Fábián, Sebestyén (Hungary)

Fabiano, Sebastiano, Teodorico (Italy)

Algirts, Oļģerts (Latvia)

Daugvydas, Fabijonas, Sebastijonas (Lithuania)

Bastian, Fabian, Sebastian (Norway)

Dobiegniew, Fabian, Sebastian (Poland)

Eftimie (Romania)

Dalibor (Slovakia)

Enrique, Fabián, Sebastián (Spain)

Fabian, Sebastian (Sweden)

Fabia, Fabian, Fabiola, Sebastian, Sebastiana (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 20 of 2024; 346 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 3 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Beth (Birch) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 10 (Gui-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 9 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 20 White; Sixday [20 of 30]

Julian: 7 January 2024

Moon: 76%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 20 Moses (1st Month) [Mano-Capac]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 11 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 31 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 30 of 31)

#Holidays

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<BIG MOUTH> ARTICLE TODAY‼️

[History D&C] 'Big Mouth' Lee Jong Suk leads viewership ratings with maddening ridicule ending

see below👇

• 'Lee Jong Suk did Lee Jong Suk!' hot acclaim

• 'Lee Jong Suk is a Genre' Acting and visuals are a full-fledged hard carry

Actor Lee Jong Suk overwhelms the viewers by decorating the breathtaking, maddening ridicule ending.

Lee Jong Suk is showing off his legendary performance as 'Park Chang-ho' in the MBC Friday-Saturday drama 'Big Mouse' (played by Kim Haram, directed by Oh Choong-hwan, produced by A-Story, Studio Dragon, and A-Man Project). As if to prove his wide acting skills, he is enhancing the perfection of the play by expressing without missing the emotional line that changes in seconds.

Thanks to Lee Jong Suk's enthusiastic performance, the 6th episode recorded a viewer rating of 10.8% in the metropolitan area and 10.8% nationwide (based on Nielsen Korea paid households), breaking its own best every episode and receiving a warm response.

In the 6th episode, Park Chang-ho met his wife Go Mi-ho (Im Yoon-ah). When he heard that he had volunteered to go to prison, he used her power as a big mouse to take a bath, and even took care of her head and was hit with a tailgate. Park Chang-ho, who prepared wine in a special ward, not a meeting place, was just sweet. So, he welcomed the Gumiho with a romantic mood, but what came back was the firm question of whether it was a real Big Mouse. Park Chang-ho explained in detail what had happened to him. He is delivering a message with a tarot card with a real Big Mouse symbol on it, and the message contains a list of drug dealers, what he has planned and committed, and what will happen in the future. Park Chang-ho's words that the real Big Mouse was testing him by throwing missions were creepy in itself.

Then, Park Chang-ho received another message from the real Big Mouse. After reading the message to solve the problem alone, Park Chang-ho felt the betrayal of Han Jae-ho (Lee Yoo-jun). He summoned Jae-ho Han to the garbage incinerator and said, “Look carefully. If you betray me, you will go in there.” His face was so cold that he couldn't feel any emotions. Even with a relaxed smile, he was full of life. A crisis also came to him. Yang Chun-sik (Song Gyeong-cheol), a chain gang, betrayed himself and chose the three members of the NR Forum. In the reversed situation, Park Chang-ho looked like he ate one shot, but soon he said, “You guys are all right. You bastards!” he said, slowly showing an evil smile, heralding another twist.

In the process, Lee Jong Suk captivated viewers with his acting and visuals. Although he instilled excitement with his sweet smile and friendly temperature, he exuded charisma with his sharp eyes. The change of detailed expression, the changeable acting that changes color from the warm romantic husband to the king of the dark world in an instant made the play interesting. In particular, the scene where he threatened Han Jae-ho and the laughter shown in the ending caused goosebumps. The evil and maddening smile that appeared on his poker-faced face made me admire Lee Jong Suk's acting. He dominates the entire drama with his unrivaled acting to the extent that the phrase 'Lee Jong Suk is the genre' comes out.

Here, she changes her hair styling to meet the Gumiho and even radiates a sexy look. The visual difference between 'Chang-Ho' and 'Chang-Ho' also delighted the viewers' eyes and sparked a topic of discussion.

Meanwhile, the MBC Friday-Saturday drama 'Big Mouth' starring Lee Jong Suk is broadcast every Friday and Saturday at 9:50 PM.

#BigMouth Upnext: #BigMouthEp7

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Tried doing the full thing, but there was too many sections of featureless pipe and sky.

#Tom and Jerry #Ah Sweet Mouse-Story of Life #Panorama #Composite Screencap

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ladyartemesia · 3 years

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TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

Author’s Note: This story would not be here without the love, support and friendship of my incredible support system. You talk with me, you laugh with me, you listen when I’m crying, and you read my chaotic drafts when I am ready to pull my hair out of my head in frustration. I love you all. @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen @lemonjoonah. ALSO thank you to each and every one of you who encouraged me to post this story. This fic is dedicated to all of you as a token of my love and appreciation. Your support keeps me writing. Never doubt that for a second.

“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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Face It “Ah, Sweet Mouse-Story of Life” (1965)

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Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here.

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield…

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over.

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes...

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up…

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory.

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!!

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night…

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully…

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

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