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fairytale-poll · 4 months

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ROUND 4A, MATCH 1 OUT OF 2!

*Includes the original 1950 animated film, the 2002 sequel Cinderella II: Dreams Come True, and the 2007 sequel Cinderella III: A Twist in Time.

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Disney's Cinderella:

she is very iconic, she is super kind and has a beautiful dress

Submitting specifically because Cinderella III: A Twist in Time has lived rent-free in my head ever since I was a small child.

This Cinderella is most young (western) peoples introduction to this very story. Cinderella is so hopeful and by getting one small magical adventure, her whole life changes for the better. She is skilled and inspires such loyalty with her kindness that it’s hard to dislike her for any reason she gives. I’ve always been jealous of her ball hairdo too.

Walt Disney put all he had into this movie. And his favorite animation was the dress transformation scene. There’s a reason she is often front and center on the Princess group promotions.

she is the original. to me. probably the first exposure to cinderella for a solid chunk of people alive & on tumblr today. she is just a perfect encapsulation of everything that cinderella is, even if she's become warped in the public consciousness. also i'm pretty sure she's the reason why the glass slippers are so predominant in more recent retellings bc she is simply so iconic. 100/10 no notes 💜

She's maybe not the OG OG but she was one of the first animated Disney princesses and strangely enough it doesn't stop her from having an amazing personality. She's literally a slave but keeps being a nice person, forgiving and always doing her best. And the sequels absolutely didn't ruin her character. She's a sweet girl who tries to fit in but who's loyal to the person she is and who tries to change things always in a cute and sweet way to show people it's not that hard. She literally forgave Anastasia and tried to help her after all she did to her (the scene where the step-sisters destroy her dress still is terrifying to me)... she's awesome and deserves more recognition honestly...

(Mod's note: the following submitted specifically for Cinderella III: A Twist in Time, but I condensed the animated movies into one entry.) No she is not the same as the original Cinderella of 1950. This girl’s biggest chance was unfairly snatched away from her. When the Prince was brainwashed she was enough to get him to double take. She was so Right that their connection over powered magic. And she had to be rescued from a ship. And was almost crushed within a pumpkin! And finally had to expose another imposter, who turned out to be just another victim of Lady Trameine. This Cinderella fought harder for her love because she knew what True Love was like and she still was able to forgive those who asked for it.

(Mod's note: the following submitted specifically for Cinderella III: A Twist in Time, but I condensed the animated movies into one entry.) Listen yes it's the same Cinderella from 1950 but she has an arc in this one! It's Disney's greatest film!!

Listen I love them both but the animated Cinderella definitly shine in every single movie she has. And she has 3.

Vote for Cinderella because she deserves it and is still underrated in the Disney Princesses Franchise when she survived so much (ab*se... Lady Tremaine still terrifies me and she doesn't even have magical powers except when she steals the magic wand in Cinderella 3) Also one vote for Cinderella is one jump outside the window Henri is ready to do. Yes it's real.

Disney animated the original fairytale but definitely made it more magical and less creepy (like the birds making the step sisters blind? It gave me nightmares for ages). If I think: which one will I want to rediscover multiple times? Disney's Cinderella. Plus Cinderella 3 is a masterpiece.

Mofurun as "Mofurella"

listen. they do an episode where they're all sucked into Cinderella and they make the trans teddy bear Cinderella. Incredible story writing, 10/10, no notes.

Mofurdella is even plot relevant, that episode is how they get the Rainbow Carriage for their group attack anyway MOFURDELLA FIRST CINDERELLA PRECURE EPISODE TO GET ONE MOFURILLION VOTES

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daniel-bruehl · 2 years

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"Every night the same dream, and every morning the same nightmare."

DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS (2022) (brought to you by Disney - 'where dreams come true' ✨)

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random-imagines-blog · 6 months

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Ambulances {Robert Downey Jr x Teen!Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3483 Summary: Being the youngest actor on the MCU is a dream come true - but why doesn't you feel as good as you should? Notes: Talks about depression.

This was meant to be everything that you ever wanted. The chance to work on one of the biggest franchises the world had ever seen. Appearing in a huge movie, and then getting the chance to star in a television show afterwards, all about your character. Possibly more movie appearances. Getting paid so handsomely that if you were careful, you wouldn’t ever go into debt. Rubbing elbows with some of the biggest and brightest stars in the world. Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, Scarlett Johansson, Benedict Cumberbatch. And you weren’t even out of high school yet. You were supposed to be living the dream.

Then why did it feel like it was spiraling down into one of those nights where you don’t remember your dreams? It wasn’t a nightmare. There were negatives but nothing that you didn’t expect going into the acting profession. You didn’t hate your job. You didn’t hate your character. You just - started to feel nonchalant about the whole thing. Nothing at all. It started off with not feeling as excited as you used to when you woke up in your trailer to go to set. You were tired and had to drag yourself out of bed to go to hair and make-up.

Robert was getting his done, his iconic Tony Stark facial hair being trimmed and shaved perfectly. You muttered a good morning before taking your seat, and one of the makeup artists came to work on you.

“Rough night, kid?” Robert asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t think I slept that well,” you said. “Just - couldn’t get out of bed today.”

“That’s called being a teenager,” He chuckled.

“Yeah, probably,” you said, forcing out a chuckle back. You would just chalk this one up to a bad day. Everyone had those. You were able to pep yourself up for your scenes, and work through them without any issues. It was good to focus on something other than yourself for once. Get into the character. Become someone else for a little while. Someone who was mighty, and strong, who got out of bed each morning without trouble - unless they were beat up, which because this was a superhero movie, happened quite often. But you declined going out for dinner with everyone else, just saying that you were tired and headed back to your trailer while they went out to enjoy themselves.

You looked around your trailer once you were inside. It was quiet in there, save for the very faint buzzing of electricity that was powering the lights. You collapsed down on the small couch where you usually went over your lines but - you couldn’t think of what to do. You didn’t feel like doing ... anything. There was your gaming console set up by the tv, a stack of games - but you didn’t feel like playing them. There was Netflix and Amazon Prime and Disney Plus and Hulu - but you didn’t feel like watching anything. There was your laptop, but you didn’t feel like website surfing. So, you just - sat there. Doing nothing. Feeling nothing.

Your phone went off. You could see the name on top. One of your best friends from back home. Someone that you usually loved to talk to. But you just ... didn’t feel much like talking to them. A stab of guilt made its home in your stomach once the screen went dark again, knowing that you should have answered it. There was no reason to ignore them. But you still didn’t move. Just letting this feeling of ‘you should you should you should’ take you over.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep - and you couldn’t remember if you dreamt or not. One minute, you were sitting on your couch, staring blankly ahead of you, not even thinking of anything, and the next, you were still sitting there but there was light coming in through the curtains and your alarm was going off on your cellphone.

You were astounded at yourself. You’d never done this before, never felt this way before. You forced yourself up and into the shower but there too, you didn’t feel like doing much of anything. It all felt so ... tedious and worthless. How many times in your life were you going to waste time, standing here in the shower, washing your hair? How many times were you going to cover your loofa in bodywash and lather yourself up? Doing it all today just to do it again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day. It felt so dull.

And when you got out, all squeaky clean and put on a random hoodie and jeans to head out to hair and makeup, yet again, you didn’t feel as good as you usually did. Usually, a shower was just the thing that helped you start the day. You felt good when you were clean. “God, what’s wrong with me?” You muttered to yourself as you went into trailer and took your seat.

This time it was Chris Evans that got there the same time you did, sitting in the opposite chair. “You missed a fun night,” he said, grinning at his phone.

“Oh,” you said, looking straight ahead of you into the mirror. You forced out a laugh that didn’t feel real. “Next time, next time.”

“I’ll hold you to it. They had some of the best tacos that I’ve ever had-” Chris said, turning into an excited puppy as he often did when he found something that he liked. Usually, it was enough to make you cheerful. But you just tuned him out, not having the attention span for this conversation. Or maybe it just wasn’t the energy.

The makeup artists started on you, having to use a bit more concealer than they usually did. “Make sure you get all eight hours,” The artist reminded you.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” You forced a chuckle. She covered your dark circles expertly, patting on powder to try to make it look more natural, and then you were out there to get ready for the shot of the day. You had a bit of time until you actually had to be on the set, since you were just coming in at the end of the scene, so you sat down and just ... watched. You didn’t really say anything to anyone. You weren’t in the most sociable mood. You let your mind wander, your body being present, but your mind was far away.

“Hey kid,” A voice snapped you out of it. You blinked a couple of times and looked to see that Robert was sitting right next to you. You hadn’t noticed because you had been so busy thinking about ... you couldn’t even remember. That was more startling than Robert’s voice coming out of nowhere. You had no idea what you had been thinking about.

“Hey,” You nodded, and then looked back out to the set, watching Chris Evans and Scarlett working together on a scene. “I didn’t know you were supposed to be on set today.”

“‘m not, but I got bored so though I’d check it out,” he said, crossing his arms in front of him. Robert Downey Jr was intimidating, not because he was tough or scary, but because of his long career, and how he managed to recover from some pretty drastic dips. “You seem a little glum, chum.”

“No, I’m just ... tired,” you said. It felt like a flimsy excuse, but you didn’t have one that felt better. It must have sounded weak as well, because Robert took off his sunglasses in a very Tony fashion and slipped them into his front pocket.

“Just tired?” He asked. “You coming down with the flu or something?”

“That could be it,” You nodded, clutching onto that idea. Maybe you had just gotten sick. Maybe there was a bug going around. There was always some kind of bug going around. It would explain your increase in listless behavior. You weren’t always the most active person, but you had been able to keep up with Marvel’s standards for their actors, but now that you were finding it harder, the flu made perfect sense. “Yeah, I think it’s just the flu. Better not get too close, huh?”

“I’m not worried, I get my shot every year,” Robert said, casually. “You know - you could come to one of us if something is wrong, right?”

It almost felt like an accusation of sorts. Like he could see right through you. See something that you were having trouble seeing in yourself.

“Yeah, of course, you’re like - the best mentor ever,” You nodded, forcing on another smile. Just the flu, nothing was seriously wrong, it’s not like you could be ... depressed or anything. You didn’t have time to be depressed. You weren’t in the right business to be depressed.

Your name was being called by the director, so you stood up quickly. “Gotta go. Good talk.”

“Yeah, good talk,” Robert said, watching your back as you walked away. He saw something in you that he saw in himself, saw the beginning of something that he had struggled through for a lot of his adult life. And he didn’t want to see you struggle through it, at least not alone. He was going to be keeping an eye on you - two if he could spare them.

It felt like the longest month of your life. It just dragged on, and on. There were at least four times that you had almost quit the movie. Where you brought up your manager’s number on your phone and almost pressed dial because you wanted out of your contract. It didn’t matter how much money you would owe the studio, or that you would be blackballed in Hollywood. Nothing felt like it mattered anymore. Your gaming system and laptop were collecting dust, literally, you had drawn a sad face on the system in the dust. You didn’t go out with the rest of the cast anymore, claiming other plans or that you weren’t feeling well, and spent the time in your trailer alone, with the lights off. Not because you were hiding but because you didn’t care to turn them on. You’d just be turning them off when you went to sleep so what was the point? You woke up, you dragged yourself out of bed, you went to set, and then you went back to your trailer and back into bed. You’d doom scroll through social media but not interact with anything.

You went through the horrors of the world like you were trying to prove something. Or use it as a reason to be the way that you were being. The world was a crazy, unhappy place, so of course you were unhappy. Of course, you were falling into a depression - which was something that you could no longer deny. This wasn’t a few bad days, or the flu, or just feeling uneasy. This was full on, falling through the cracks, feeling worthless, depression.

You didn’t deserve to be here. You weren’t putting in the work that you should be, which made you anxious about your performance, which made you feel even worse. You felt like you were just an imposter among all of these stars, you didn’t earn your place among them. It should be someone else here. A star like - Jenna Ortega, or Noah Schnapp, would fit in here better than you could. You were messing up your lines, having to have someone feed them to you through a small earpiece that couldn’t be seen on camera. You were given warnings by the director to shape up. You didn’t even cry when you were given that criticism. You didn’t get mad, you didn’t feel proud that he cared enough about you to want you to do better, you just felt numb to it, and returned to your bed like you did time and time again.

It was after you spent an entire weekend in your bed, not showering, only eating what you could grab quickly and bring back to the bed, which was all the unhealthy stuff, not even changing your pajamas once, that you admitted that you had a problem. That you were forced to deal with the cold reality that - you weren’t coming down with the flu, but that this could seriously be depression. You couldn’t live in the denial of it anymore.

You knew you should call your parents. Maybe your manager. Maybe even your family doctor to get a referral to a therapist or something along those lines. But there was only one person that you could think of talking to.

You forced yourself into a shower, found some clothes that smelled relatively clean and didn’t have any stains on them, and put your shoes on for the first time in days. The sun was shining, and you had to admit that it felt kind of nice on your skin after so long. The crew were running around, getting things prepared for today’s shoot, which you didn’t have any part of. A free day, at least for now.

You walked past a couple of the trailers, looking for the right one. A sign in the door had his name in big block letters, and you saw that he had drawn a little Iron Man underneath it. It wasn’t very well done but it was recognizable. You knocked on the door and then put your hands in your pockets, looking around to see if anyone was noticing you lingering outside.

The door opened and Robert poked his head out. His cool expression warmed up when he saw you standing there. “What’s up kid?”

You looked at him and you tried to think of exactly how you were going to say this. He already knew the meaning behind you coming to his door. But - he was still going to make you say it. You just had to say it.

“I think - I have a problem, Robert,” You admitted. It was the first time that you said it out loud. Your first outside admission that something was wrong. You were putting it out into the universe because that’s the only way that you could get any sort of help.

“I thought so,” Robert said, stepping out of his trailer. “Come with me.”

He didn’t take you straight to a therapist or to the hospital or anything else that you had fared he was going to do. Instead, he took you to a small ice cream parlor near the studio. He bought you a sundae, loaded with all of your favorite toppings, even if you didn’t necessarily feel like eating something sweet right now. You didn’t feel like you deserved the treat.

“Go on,” Robert urged, digging into his own with a plastic spoon. “You admitted you have a problem. That’s step number one, you deserve it.”

It was like he could read your mind. He knew exactly what you were thinking and why you weren’t eating. So, you picked up the spoon and you dug it into the mess of ice cream and toppings and sauces and took out a large scoop and put it into your mouth. The sweetness ... actually tasted sweet. It didn’t taste like ashes on your tongue like a lot of food does these days. Eagerly, you went for a second scoop, and Robert was looking at you like you were a child of his that he was proud of.

“I - I don’t know if it’s depression exactly. I’ve never really been depressed before,” You admitted, stirring your ice cream to make it a little softer, a little easier to eat. “As far as I know, it doesn’t run in my family. And ... it’s not like ... I feel sad or anything. I don’t cry...”

“Depression isn’t just about feeling sad. Everyone feels sad,” Robert said, taking a bite of his own. “It sucks the life right out of you. It makes you lose your spark. Your passion. Any pleasure that you have in life, it just ... takes it away.”

“That ... is how I’ve been feeling,” you said with a small nod. “I know it’s ridiculous, like, I’ve got my dream role and -”

“It doesn't matter, kid,” Robert said, kindly. “You could be the happiest, richest person on the planet, and you can still get depressed. It’s not about deserving it. It’s just something that unfortunately happens.”

You kept stirring your ice cream rather than eating it, watching the toppings drown under the melting cream. It was hard to take in that this was something that was actually happening to you. It was like a car crash in a way. It happened to other people. It was never supposed to happen to you.

“So, what do I do?” You asked, slumping back. “Because I can’t ... I can’t be this way. It’s exhausting. I’m forgetting my lines, I can’t concentrate, I keep fucking up scenes and I feel like everyone is mad at me -”

“No one is mad at you,” Robert said, pointing his spoon in your direction. “Everyone is worried about you. I think we all had it figured out before you did. Did you know that Evans has social anxiety? He works on it every day. He’d be another good person to talk to about all of this stuff. It’s different from depression but ... it has some of the same struggles.”

“I’ll try to remember that” You mumbled. “So really, what do I do? How can I... get over this?” You plead. You put all of your trust in Robert here. He’d become a leading figure in your life since you joined the MCU.

“It’s a disease,” Robert said, sadly. “It’s not something where you just take two pills and you’re done. There are medications that’ll help you out, but they take a little while work, and sometimes, you have to go through a couple of different ones to find out what works for you. Though what I’d recommend is therapy.”

“Therapy?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed together. “I don’t even know what I’d say. I don’t have some ... deep childhood trauma that I can just point my fingers to. I don’t even ... know how to explain how I feel.”

“You did a good enough job with me,” Robert pointed out.

“That’s because I know you. I’m comfortable with you. And you knew what it was before I did...”

“Why don’t I give you the name and number of the therapist I’ve been seeing for years. They’re really good,” Robert said, taking off his sunglasses and making straight up eye contact with you. “Or - they can help you find someone who fits you best. That’s important. You have to feel comfortable talking to them. There’s no shame in trying to find the one for you.”

You groaned and put your head down on the table, the metal feeling cold against your forehead. You were hoping it was going to be easier than that. That it could just be like antibiotics, take two a day and scare the depression away. But of course, nothing was ever going to come that easy in this life. You were going to have to work for it. Just like how you worked hard for everything else that you achieved.

“It’s going to be a trek,” Robert said, clicking his tongue, spooning up more of his ice cream. “But I think you can handle it. You took that first step, now you just have to make a phone call.”

He took a card out of his wallet, and he slid it across the table to you. A professional business card, the name and number of a therapist. You just looked at it from your position on the table, your head turned onto its side now. “Do I have to do it right now?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Robert shrugged. “It’s up to you when you’re ready.”

You sighed again. You missed the days when your parents used to make the phone calls. Used to schedule your appointments for you. Made sure that you got there on time. That was one of the annoying parts of being an adult. You had to do it yourself now.

You raised your head and read the card again. The name of the doctor in a neat, no-nonsense font. You took another spoonful of your ice cream, took your phone out of your pocket, and started to dial the number, looking at Robert the whole time who gave you a thumbs up. It was going to be a rough road but - at least you could honestly say that you were not alone. That helped more than anyone could ever understand.

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writersblog20 · 2 years

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A different way💜

Chris Evans x reader

Credit to @sudsevans for making the gif

Summary: When you get a lot more than you bargained for, in a good way though, emotions are high and Chris tries to relax you through your inner child.

Warnings: dd/lg dynamic, anxiety, petnames, mention of smut, cockwarming

Words: 3,8K

A/N: So I’m trying to heal my inner child and noticed that this sort of works for me. If this isn’t your cup of tea, than please don’t read it. it’s a way for me to deal, feel comfort, safety and security. Please be mindful and respectful as my page is a safe place for everyone. If you’re not, I won’t hesitate to block. I hope this fic can bring some comfort to others.

A different way 💜

So your dream was finally coming true. You were a multimedia designer in your second year but someone from the biggest festival in your country contacted you. At first you would do some slides for the screen there with warnings. But in your second interview they asked you to be their photographer. You loved to photograph and this was literally your dream so of course you said yes.

They were beyond happy with your designs for the screens but you still had to wait for the graphic designer to give you a thumbs up but that took way longer than expected. He literally kept you waiting for 5 horrible weeks. It had even effected your relationship with Chris, saying goodbye to your sex life. But he helped you out a lot, with the anxiety, panic attacks, nightmares and much more.

When you finally got the receiving word, you didn’t feel happy or at ease by it anymore. Your therapist called it a hangover from all of the emotions. I mean he did gave you very like very small things to change but was mostly happy with your work. You did have follow-up questions for him so, again, you had to wait. Luckily, you weren’t anxious anymore.

So now we're here, awaiting before you could continue and you and Chris made sure to enjoy the time before you would work yourself to exhaustion. Chris was so incredibly proud of you. You did this all by yourself without his help, knowing how scary it can be to follow your dreams. It was unbearably scary and you found out that a lot of people left you out of jealously. They didn’t want you to make it and were definitely not happy. You’ve always heard about it on social media and stuff but never did you think that it would happen to you but than again, you weren’t expecting that your dreams were coming true so soon. I mean, you were still in your second year of your studies for god’s sake! And that was exactly why Chris was so incredibly proud of you.

Anyway, you were just getting out of the heat with Chris. You both let your head fall on the pillow, trying to catch your breath. You turned your head towards Chris and he was already looking at you. You grew shy and chuckled in embarrassment. You turned on your side and hid your face in Chris’s arm. He chuckled and pulled you closer.

Your therapist was trying to heal your inner child and that was where Chris came in. You wouldn’t really call yourself a little because you absolutely would refuse the idea of diapers, pacies and stuff like that. You would never judge someone else over it, absolutely not! But that wasn’t for you. You were more the plushy, Disney movie type. But sometimes when you were so relaxed you would call Chris daddy and he found it so incredibly adorable that he almost couldn’t function. As if he couldn’t love you more, you would prove him wrong every time. Anyway, you needed someone very, very gentle and caring and when you told Chris about it, he helped you out of your comfort zone, so that could become your comfort zone and he was amazing in it. Especially in the aftercare.

“You okay princess?” he asked you and you nodded, a little unable to stop giggling. You heard your phone go off and was expecting it to be one of your friends. You would go to the beach today for a relaxing day. You got your phone and saw your mail with an unknown name. You frowned and opened it quickly because the subject was the name of the festival. You felt your heart start to beat quickly and every muscle in your body was tensing up. Chris noticed the immediate change in your demeanor.

“Baby?” He asked you and you read the email quickly. Chris sat up next to you, softly rubbing your back. He couldn’t read the mail since it was in your language. You looked in an awe at Chris. He knew it was good because your eyes were twinkling and had a lot of hope and happiness behind them. Chris chuckled in your awe state, getting quite curious himself now. “Princess, please share.” He told you, looking intently at you with a big grin.

You just started to laugh and stood up from the bed, jumping up and down on the bed, making Chris chuckle loudly until you let yourself fall on his lap. “They want me to do more!!!! Someone higher from the festival asked me to do more designs for them!!!!” you told him happy and Chris was just as surprised as you were. You flew your arms around him, making him fall backwards on the bed. He was still very much processing what you just told him. He held you tightly and cupped your cheeks, making you hang a little above him with that adorable smile of yours. He laughed with you. “Oh my god baby! That’s amazing news!!! I’m so, so happy for you! You deserve this, really sweetheart.” He told you, placing multiple kisses over your face, making you even giggle more.

“We need to celebrate this!” he told you happy but you waved it off. “No, no, I’m not there yet! I still have to…” Chris cut you off by placing his fingers on your lips. “Sweetheart…. This is a huge win! You are completely titled to celebrate this. This is why people celebrate. Don’t degrade yourself on this pretty princess. You deserve this, maybe even more than others.” He told you the last part softly with his hand besides his mouth as if he was telling you a secret.

You sat up straight on his lap while Chris was still laying down. His big hands on your hips, softly going up and down for comfort. You chuckled at what he had told you and was thinking about it, which gave Chris an indication that you needed help to see that you deserved this too. “Okay that’s it. We’re going to celebrate and you have no say in it because daddy says so.” He told you, it caught you a little of guard but smiled that he was stepping in. You couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face and kissed him deeply.

Once you got downstairs, you immediately replied to the person that had send you the email. He quickly replied that he would call you in the afternoon and you ran towards Chris, even more excited. You were so happy that you started to jump around him happily. Chris chuckled at your excitement. “He’s going to call me today!!!” You told him and he picked you up, twirling you around and sat you down on the counter. “Okay. Then we’ll wait before he called and celebrate after. How does that sounds?” he asked you and softly rubbed your cheek. You nodded with a smile. Chris mirrored your smile and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get dressed princess.” He told you and helped you off the counter where he was cutting up fruit. He softly but playfully smacked your ass to get you on your way.

You got dressed in your swimsuit and put a pretty dress over it, got the towels and skipped downstairs. You went through a rollercoaster of emotions right now. From feeling really powerful to anxious to happy to nerves. Chris noticed the changes even though they weren’t very obvious since you were a pro at hiding your feelings but he knew you well enough now. You were an open book for him and he was for you.

He didn’t say anything about it though. He knew that you knew that he knew about your rollercoaster, which was perfectly reasonable. But he obviously kept an closer eye on you today. Your friends were on their way to pick the both of you up and you stood outside. You were at your house in your country at the moment because of the festival and so Chris had in a way, vacation and you were actually really happy and excited about it, you, Chris and your friends hanging out together, show him all the cool stuff your country had, the amusement park where your country was famous for called the Efteling and stuff.

Besides, he deserved to get some rest after all those interviews, premiers and stuff from Lightyear to the Gray man. He was extremely exhausted at the end and it showed. I mean he was still very handsome and his stylist should definitely get a higher paycheck but still, he was tired.

You waited outside for your friends and you leaned your head against his shoulder, his arm around you as he placed kisses on your head. Your friends knew about the mail and you knew that they would be there for you besides Chris but would be just as nerves for you but would try to get you to calm down. You’ve been doing this rodeo with them for a long time now so it wouldn’t be new. They came racing through your street, honking their cars.

You laughed and waved at them. You looked at the cars but they were fully stocked. “Don’t worry princess, you can sit on my lap.” Chris told you softly. You knew this was a stunt of your friends, knowing Chris would have you on his lap but they didn’t knew that you both already blew some steam off this morning. Chris put the bags in the trunk of the car and opened the door for you, getting in first and helping you on his lap. You both greeted everyone. Chris placed the seatbelt in front of you and held you tightly against him, his arms locked around you in a loving but protecting manner.

You relaxed your body against Chris and sighed in content, making Chris smile. It didn’t took long before you arrived at the lake. They parked the car and everyone got the bags out of the trunk and walked towards your favorite spot. Everyone got settled down and put some sunscreen on, Chris obviously doing your back before some alcoholic beverages got popped open and music put on.

After the sunscreen got settled in, you got into the water. One of your friends had a floaty and jumped into it while you hang on the floaty, relaxing while you both shared a cider. After a while you got tired of hanging on and jumped on her, both laughing loudly when it capsized to the side and fell over in the water. Your group of friends laughing at the two of you and Chris looked adored your way. He was throwing over the ball with your friends.

After a while in the water, you returned back to the towels, not wanting to be apart from your phone any longer just in case he might call. Chris laying down besides you, his head resting on your lap while you softly played with his fluffy hair. Chris was almost purring from relaxation, making you smile.

The longer it took, the more nervous you got and Chris noticed the small nervous hints from your body. He sat up straight from your lap. “Come lean against me sweetheart.” He told you and opened his legs so you could sit between them, your back leaning against his chest. His fingertips softly caressing your arms while he softly placed feathery kisses to your shoulders.

Chris finally managed to relax you until you heard the familiar tune of your ringtone and all your muscles tensed up. Everyone looked your way as you grabbed your phone to see who it was. It was an unknown number and you knew it was the guy so you quickly picked up and paced around, getting just a bit away from the group. The kept chatting but still held a close eye on you, curiosity taking over. Everyone looked at you when your face lit up with utter disbelieve. Chris sat a little more straight and looked awaiting for what was about to happen.

“Yeah, yeah, sure of course! Let me write it down, hold on.” You told the man on the phone and quickly got your notebook and pen by your side and leaving the group again. When it was over half an hour, the group almost couldn’t contain themselves anymore and wanted to know everything. They saw how your posture changed, the twinkling in your eyes and just the look of disbelieve on your face with the most contagious grin someone could have. They knew that it was very good news.

You walked back to the group, still on the phone but ready to hang up. Everyone got silent and awaited for your information. “Yes, yes, absolutely, no problem! Thank you so much for this chance! Speak to you soon and I’ll see the email appear. Bye.” You hang up in utter disbelieve and happiness which radiated from everything. Chris couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he looked at you. “And???” one of your friends asked you.

“Ehh well… They want me back next year for sure and I’ll help them design then. But for now, I’m going to make every banner that’s going to hang there, make the passes and more but this is for the next 2 weeks and now my ultimate favorite….” You couldn’t contain your happiness and bright smile while everyone looked in awe, knowing how much this meant to you and it was actually really big. “I get to make their merchandise!” everyone was just as gob smacked as you were. You just started chuckling and giggling uncontrollably. Chris was needed to process it and one of your friends stood up, the rest following and cheered, picking you up and twirling you around while you kept giggling.

“Congratz!!! This is huge!” one of your best friends said to you. “I can’t actually believe it!” you told them, still not believing it. Chris walked up to you and pulled you in the biggest hug, placing multiple kisses on your head, face and lips as you giggled. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a big kiss. “I am so proud of you and happy for you baby!” you smiled and flung your arms around his neck. “We need to celebrate this!” one of your friends turned the music up and popped a wine bottle open.

You celebrated the whole day, drinking, swimming, dancing and laughing a lot. You called your mom and some more people that really mattered throughout the day. When you finally arrived home you were exhausted and even that was an understatement. Chris knew that you were extremely tired from all the built up emotions, the good and the bad. It was a long and emotional day and Chris would make sure that you got relaxed again.

“Let’s take a shower sweetheart.” He told you, making you nod. Tiredness written all over your sleepy face. He helped you out of the clothes “Wait here for a minute.” he told you softly so he could put the dirty clothes and swimwear in the washing machine. You waited for Chris, yawning. Chris walked back naked to you and chuckled when he saw you yawn. “Let’s get cleaned up, pretty princess.” He told you and helped you in the shower. You were clingy again and Chris couldn’t wipe the loving smile off of his face from your clinginess. He washed your hair and cupped your cheeks, placing a kiss on your lips before pulling your head against his chest and softly rubbed your back.

After you got out, he put a towel around your body before he wrapped one around himself and sat you down on the counter. You yawned again and Chris smiled lovingly at you “Let daddy take care of you now.” He told you, trying to make you even more relaxed. You nodded while Chris stood in front of you, putting lotion on your body and you let your head rest against his shoulder. He got your skincare products out “Look up for me pretty baby.” he told you and chuckled when he saw that you almost fell asleep against his shoulder.

He placed his finger underneath your chin and gave you a small loving smile before gently placing the cream on your face. When he was done he smiled at you and kissed your nose. He got you of the counter, held your hand and let you to the bed, sitting you down before going to the closet and getting your satin, pink pajama out of the closet. He put your shorts on and your top and peppered your face with kisses again, earning a couple of giggles from you again. He placed your plushy bunny in your arms and got back to the closet for his own clothes while you waited patiently for him.

He put on a t-shirt and shorts before putting some sock on you and walked down the stairs with you. You followed him everywhere he went but he didn’t minded it at all, holding your hand. He got a beer for himself and some lemonade for you and walked with you to the couch. He put the drinks on the small table in front of him, sat down and pulled you on his lap sideways and handed you the remote.

You got more comfortable on his lap, crawling more against his chest, his hand softly rubbing the soft skin of your legs. You picked out a Disney movie and clang tightly onto your plushy. You chose belle and the beast but the real life remake. Chris just caressed every part of your skin softly with his fingertips as if he admired every part of your body, which he did. He was more focused on you than the movie playing in front of him. When you moved a little to get even more physical contact, he wrapped his arms around you and let his head rest on your shoulder after he kissed your cheek lovingly, his thumb still softly rubbing your skin.

He saw you getting deeper and deeper relaxed and how you fought your heavy eyelids. “Let’s get upstairs sleepy baby, we’ll finish the movie tomorrow princess.” He told you and helped you upstairs before placing you on the counter again and placed some toothpaste on your toothbrush before handing it to you. You tiredly took it from him while you both brushed your teeth at the same time. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes but chuckled when he saw you almost falling asleep with the toothbrush in your mouth, your head already hanging low.

“Okay, let daddy help you with that princess.” He told you, but knew it wasn’t really getting to you. He took the toothbrush from your mouth and helped you with it but it woke you up in realization that you actually drifted off slightly with the brush in your mouth. Once you made eye contact with Chris you felt a little embarrassed and wanted to take the brush from him but he just smiled lovingly at you as he shook his head. “No sweetheart, let daddy do it for now. I know you’re a big girl and want to do it yourself but it’s okay, you’re tired, let daddy help.” He encouraged you to accept it. He could see that you were doubting it but he just smiled at you. “It’s okay baby. We’re almost done either way but trust me. Can you do that sweetheart?” he pushed you further into his care and you gave in because of his last sentence. You nodded and surrendered to Chris’s care.

“Good job baby, such a good girl.” He praised you and you felt proud. “There we go. Here’s the mouthwash baby. Don’t swallow it though.” He reminded you as he took some himself and kept looking at you. When he spat it out he looked back at you. “Spit it out baby, good job.” He knew that praising you got you even more over the edge, feeding your inner child. You did as he instructed and he smiled proudly at you before helping you to the bed. “With or without pajamas baby girl?” he asked you while he straightened the sheets. “Without.” You told him and he nodded, helping you out of silken pajamas before taking his own clothes off.

Chris turned the fan on, giving a nice cool breeze and some white noise before turning back into bed. He gently pulled you towards him and gave you your plushy. You were deep in thought and tried to get even closer against him as if you wanted to crawl into him. Chris went with his fingertips over your head and easily noticed your discomfort. “What’s wrong baby girl?” he asked you softly. “Just want to be near you. Closer.” You softly whispered your last part a little embarrassed. “Want me in you?” he asked carefully unsure if that was what you meant. “If that’s okay….” You asked him softly and he smiled in adoration at you and kissed the top of your head, letting his lips rest there for a minute. “Of course it is princess.”

“Place your leg over mine baby girl.” You quickly did what he asked you while Chris pumped his cock a couple of times but he never had trouble getting hard for you. His hand went slightly over your stomach towards your slit and helped you get a little bit more wet even though you already were, feeling needy and clingy. He placed his cock by your entrance and carefully pushed himself in, both moaning at the feeling. “God you feel so good princess.” He moaned out and you whimpered at the feeling. You wanted to get closer to Chris but he stopped you. “Wait for a second baby, don’t move yet.” He told you and you waited for him to get it under control.

Chris finally pulled you towards him after a couple of minutes and you finally fell sleepy again. You rested almost half on top of him. Your head and arm resting on his chest as he softly massaged your head. “You comfy princess?” he asked you softly and you murmured yes while nodding slightly. “Good night baby girl. I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you.” he told you and you smiled against his chest. “I love you too daddy.” You murmured out, almost asleep but awake enough to hear his heart skip a couple of beats.

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unlikelysaintdelele · 21 days

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some interesting things i've noted during my ACOTAR reread Pt. 4 (ACOMAF edition)

*SPOILER WARNING for those who haven’t completed the series*

So lost, Feyre found herself content with the idea of never becoming Tamlin’s equal, but deep inside she knew that wasn’t true. The signs of her sense of self going down hill are only beginning.

“You clearly don’t know Rhysand.” Casual language, no titles used. Shows a closeness between her and Rhys as she’s so easily defending him, one of the only times she’s assertive. She gives in to the whims of Tamlin and Ianthe on everything, but her will doesn't bend on her opinion of Rhys. At least in this instance.

Feyre hasn’t laughed in so long that she doesn’t remember the last time she did… how busy and self-absorbed is Tamlin that he hasn’t even noticed? Why isn't he more concerned about her mind?

I just imagine the Disney Enchanted wedding dress as Feyre’s wedding dress:

Bitch, Ianthe and the red petals! As mentioned earlier, Feyre has been giving in or complying with what everyone else wants. One of the few things she expressed for herself was "Not red." A firm statement with no room for compromise.

The kidnapping scene, itscomingitscoming. “As inescapable as the vow I was about to make”. The wording is so revealing of Feyre's true feelings after her describing her fear of feeling trapped, imprisoned. She’s not ready to get married. "Help me, help me, help me. Save me, please. Save me. Get me out. End this."

the night court was the most beautiful place Feyre had ever seen, straight from her thoughts. Just as Rhys was the most beautiful man she had ever seen!

Rhys: You look delicious today, Feyre darling~. This man has 1000% more rizz in his pinky finger than Tamlin has in his whole body. Love that his first time saying "Feyre, darling" in the book was when he was kidnapping her.

A new war is coming, from King Hybern. Rhys, the enemy, is the one who revealed this to Feyre. Not her fiance or her friends, the man who is seen as the enemy of those she loves.

Amarantha was an experiment, a test to see how long a territory could be kept. Hybern wants to reclaim the human lands.

Several untested high lords... ngl I forgot this piece of info in the later books. Broken courts with high priestesses angling for control like wolves around a carcass.

Feyre has a skill of catching the Suriel (always loved this detail), and she is the only hunter Rhys trusts

Feyre has the same signs that a high lord’s son might become his heir. Her powers could destroy her if she doesn’t learn to control them! This makes it so much worse that Tamlin isn't willing to teach her. He is harming her with his protection. Meanwhile, Rhys will teach her. The differences between the two males only grows.

"Tamlin won’t allow it." Like she needs his permission... Feyre also calls herself Tamlin’s subject. She doesn’t perceive herself as an equal. She's being brainwashed into submission. Rhys gets upset for her, "you are no one’s subject" as well as "Pretending you’re less than him, than Ianthe, than any of us." While Tampon expects her to accept a place below him, Rhys is pushing her to rise to her potential.

Rhys: “I know you, more than you realize.” HE DOES, HE REALLY DOES. he’s giving a voice to what she keeps pretending she’s not feeling, reminding her of the truth left and right. love him for that.

“Become a weapon.” Tamlin just wants her safe, guarded, and always inside. Rhys wants her to be capable and ready if (when) needed, he wants her strong.

Rhys placed Feyre in a room that was “so open”... because of her nightmares? so she’d always be able to have access to the sky, brightly lit by starlight? So she’d always know where she was when she woke?

AZRIEL WAS MENTIONED, AH!

Mor has control? of what? What games did they play and lose? Oh shit is it when Rhys went utm? what are they referring to!

Temple attacked, priestesses slain and trove looted. Def Hybern. What for?

Despite Feyre not being from the night court, and engaged to the high lord of spring, they are letting her hear the gruesome details of what is happening in theirs. They’re not shielding her from the truth like they do in spring.

“Great beautiful, brutal wings.” Rhys hates giving into his more beastly urges, but loves his wings, so it’s sweet that this is how she views him. Brutal, yes, but beautiful. She sees him as he is, past the monster he could be. He feels whole with the wings!

CASSIAN WAS ALSO MENTIONED. Apparently, he suspects it’s not Hybern but one of the Illyrian war bands as they “gleefully bowed to Amarantha.”

Winnowing~ no one had explained it to her before, she learns it from Rhys tho. Rare gift among the stronger fae. Without fail, what she should have been told by her friends, by her loved ones, she is instead being told by their enemy.

“Tamlin should know.” (this is about temples being attacked) that line sounded almost… betrayed. As if she’s realizing the severity of what is being kept from her. She does not like being shielded. It makes her feel, most likely, helpless. Powerless.

I know I'm shitting on him a lot, but I actually don't hate Tamlin. I understand every single one of his choices (doesn't mean I always understand his reactions, or even like either of them). We are told more than once why he's so suffocatingly overprotective and restrictive. The man is traumatized. Never again will he be powerless to protect his people, and he follows through (at first). I can respect that.

However, he is so blinded by his own issues, his own trauma, he has made himself incapable of truly helping Feyre. Over and over again, his choices reflect how he chooses to address his trauma over hers. There is no doubt he loves her or she loves him, but they are horribly mismatched for each other. If she had stayed, if Rhys never intervened, Tamlin would have destroyed her beyond repair. He almost did.

#acomaf #acomaf reread #acotar reread #feyre #feyre cursebreaker #feyre archeron #feyre acotar #feyre acomaf #tamlin acotar #tamlin #ianthe acotar #ianthe #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #rhys acotar #rhysand #rhysand acotar #feyre darling

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I'd like to know; how do you think Don Bluth's Beauty and the Beast would have turned out? I wish everyone would have been able to watch it. Just what would have been though I am not really into this Beast's design maybe the Baboon design that Disney turned down?

Hey! Thank you for your patience I wanted to have time to give this ask a proper reply, with some pictures. Overall I think it would have done well in the way of becoming a cult classic, full of beautiful images and plenty of nightmare fuel but rather cluttered in the way that most Don Bluth films tend to be, something that definitely adds to their charm but keeps them from becoming as popular as the more streamlined Disney Renaissance movies they were competing with at the time.

In terms of plot I feel like it would have taken a lot of influence from the 1946 Jean Cocteau BatB movie, as well as some influences from the original Gabrielle-Suzanne de Villeneuve version, along with some of The Grimm Brothers and Abhorsen and Moe’s “The Singing Springing Lark/Lily and the Lion/East of the Sun West of the Moon” bits, as I will explain below.

I think the Cocteau influences would have been seen most in the primary look/atmosphere of the film, we can see a lot of his dark dreamlike Romantic influences in the clothing and set design of this poster in particular. The Beast and Belle’s clothes could have come straight out of the 1946 film.

This dark dreamlike atmosphere of that film would have worked quite well with Bluth’s style of filmography which tended towards that sort of Fever Dream Unreality in many ways. But of course we also have the abundance of side characters with their own small arcs (and animal sidekicks inexplicably wearing clothes) in the mix as well. We get most of our information about them and the themes of the film from this page:

From this we gain the main theme of the film ‘a thing must be loved before it is loveable’, and several names of our animal/fairy sidekicks. Below we can see Beauty with Nan the clairvoyant dog, with Otto the escape artist lizard on top of Nan. The bird on her finger could be Max the bird detective in a more realistic design then the one with him in the large hat, or possibly just a random bird to go with the random squirrels. Wether these characters would have been true animals with quirky traits or people transformed like the Beast I don’t know, though with Bluth’s other films to go off of I tend to believe they were likely just funky animals who would have used their skills to try and help Beauty unravel the mystery of the Beast and his cursed castle.

Try as I might I couldn’t find any depictions of the King Bats that were mentioned (fairly sure I have Queen Livia and the Wee Beasties though, we’ll get to that in a moment) so I wonder if they were later replaced with these wolves? They sound like they would have e been aligned with the villain in any case.

Here’s where we get to the ‘Singing Springing Lark/Lily and the Lion/East of the Sun West of the Moon’ influences I think would have been in the film. As we can see in the picture below we have Beauty and a very much human prince fleeing from the wolves on Pegusus back— in these versions of the BatB story the heroine is forced to go on a journey to rescue the prince from an evil princess, after his Beast initial curse is broken. She is usually aided by the Wind, riding its back to go and find him, and in the Grimm version the pair escape via Gryphon. It’s not to hard to imagine Don Bluth deciding to swap out a Gryphon for a more majestic and recognizable looking Pegasus for his lovers to escape on once they’ve been reunited.

And of course we have the villain of our story, who I’m pretty sure is meant to be this Queen Livia. I mean look at this lady, all deathly pale and decked out in villainous green, pretty sure that a crown on her head as well. In the original Villeneuve version the Prince is cursed into a Beast by a wicked fairy after he refuses to marry her, I could totally see this woman cursing people left and right. Add that to how the Prince in the sketch version below seems to be facing off against this sinister looking woman’s head and I think it’s a good guess to say that Bluth’s BatB would have had a similar premise.

I’ve also pulled out charters I’m very sure are meant to be Beauty’s father and sisters (the smaller head by the Father possibly being a sketch of their mother?) once more pointing to following the old traditional tale where Beauty is faced with opposition from her sisters as well.

We’ve also got a lot of sketches of what I’m assuming are the Wee Beasties, who are 1000% precursors to the Jitterbugs we later see in Thumbelina, along with some more butterfly like fairies, who could possibly be grouped in as a prettier type of Wee Beastie or just be fairies.

So yeah, I think it overall would have followed the tone of the Cocteau film, with some added animal and fairy sidekick shenanigans as Beauty tries to discover the secret of the Beast, eventually culminating in her discovering he’s been cursed by the evil Queen Livia who seeks to marry him. The climax would be that after Beauty has broken the Beat spell by professing her love he’s whisked away by Livia to her wolf guarded home base, and Beauty and her friends have to rescue him and defeat the evil Queen once and for all, with her and the Prince escaping via Pegasus to ride off into their happily ever after (oh and with his mask I’m thinking maybe Livia gives a masked ball or something to celebrate her wedding with the Prince and Beauty crashes it).

Per the Beasts design I dont really. Ind it so much. It is a bit close to the Disney one but honestly I still preorder a composite Beast over one based solely in one animal sorry 😅 But I did find some alternatives designs for him for you!

Some of these are straight up goblin-y I love it 😆

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hallucinateonpaperspines · 4 months

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OUAT

Did the bots forget to mention that earth is unicron to the rest of their population? That's one jelo of a fack to forget!

The issue is there are two versions of Earth, the one Team Prime remembers, and the echo left of what had once been.

Grief does something to people, regardless of who you are it leaves a mark. A memory. Something that mimics the emotional investment that you had. And the bots are grieving. The issue is that only they can understand where that grief is coming from.

Organics, typically, are not liked simply because of how different their composition is from a mechanical frame. Humans in particular can be looked down on for how short their lifespan is. Individuals who are not your species, not your kind, who would die before a sparkling could even upgrade to their next frame, and yet these children created such strong, vibrant, connections to all of the bots. Earth, organic, small, and primitive, held beauty in its natural wonders and housed them despite the trouble that came with them.

How can they ever describe what they lost to their comrades? How can they ever capture what it was that they've lost and explain it to bots who can't even comprehend the foundations of it?

You can't.

So, Team Prime does the next best thing, they mourn quietly. Earth is gone, destroyed, and nothing has emerged from the death that they brought to that world. Sure, there were problems. M.E.C.H. and Unicron are among them, but it's all been wiped away now. Why bother remembering it, dredging it all backup? Not when there are other things better immortalized in their processors. Miko's face when crashing over a sand dune. Jack's laughter when pelting Vince's car with takeout. Raf's quiet presence as he focused on a video game.

It's even worse when fragments of earth survive. Knockout's collection of paints and recordings of his races. A few vehicons kept downloads of movies ranging from golden age Disney to The Real Housewives of Orange County. Knicknacks and junk like bobbleheads, blankets, and other scrap that just looked interesting to the alien eye. Odd artifacts that are shuffled around, are given worth because they are the last pieces of a dead civilization. Eath becomes a collectible icon. A pop culture reference. A hollowed-out version constructed and rebuilt by optics that never saw anything but the caricatures and broken pieces left by civilization's shadow.

Such a silly, small, fragile world. No one would believe that Unicron was the seed of it. That it produced species tenacious and willful. That it could produce monsters of its own beyond the nightmares they cast in stories.

How can you grieve when the ones you lost are remade in such a way?

You can't.

So you remain silent, you remain distant, and you clutch on to those memories, those true experiences and ignore every rumor and false tale that circulates the world you loved and the world you lost.

Earth is dead. It isn't coming back. The stories that whisper otherwise are nothing more than cruel and thoughtless lies.

So please, just let the dead rest in peace.

Thank you for reading!

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klonoa-at-blog · 1 year

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From: Nintendo World (March 2009)

A new mascot for the Wii Platform games are getting harder and harder to find. Even more so when it's in 2D perspective. It's even worse when it's on a console like the Wii that excels in using the Wii Remote in an original way. With a few exceptions, like the excellent Super Mario Galaxy, and last year's releases like Wario Land Shake It! and de Blob, this type of game doesn't usually get many iterations. But if it all depends on Namco and Klonoa, the style will still live a little longer. As is already obvious, Klonoa is a platform game, in which you control a creature that I wouldn't dare say what animal it is. Some say it's a cat, but you're never sure. It is more accurate to call him "animal with giant ears that we don't know exactly what it is", or the abbreviation "animal". The new work is actually not new. It is a remake of a game released in 1996 for a "non-Nintendo" console. The protagonist who gives the name to the game, lives in a place called "Phantomile" and this place survives on the dreams of its residents. That explains why they can't remember them afterwards. But Klonoa keeps having the same dream every night, about a flying ship crashing into a mountain near where he lives with his grandfather. Surprisingly, in one night, this happens exactly as he dreams, and from there comes the villain Ghadius, who is a dark spirit who wants to turn all dreams into nightmares and put Phantomile at risk. Now Klonoa resolves to be the hero and save his city. Nothing Oscar worthy, not least because it's a game, not a movie. SIMPLE FANTASY Visually, Klonoa impresses with its level of detail, even though it is a "2.5D" game. With 3D graphics, but the camera is focused to the side, allowing only lateral progression of the character. Even with this limitation, the game manages to use creative shapes to give the necessary aspect to create a three-dimensional environment. The character can rotate in scenarios, such as a spiral tower, and observe distant objects that will only be possible by following paths of this style. And all with bright, colorful detailing. Similar to a Disney movie. Only with an "animal" that we don't know what it is. The simple story dictates the style of the game. Not that it's a bad thing, but it demonstrates how easy the game is to play and to advance through the challenges, which aren't even complicated. However, the theme of the game is interesting. You use a spirit friend, called "Huepow", and the "Wind Bullet" weapon that serves to catch enemies and lift them above their heads. So far it seems simple, but the possibilities of this simple act are what differentiate Klonoa from many games. You can do the obvious, which is to throw the enemy into another, or use the enemy to double jump and reach new areas. This possibility helps to create very unique puzzles. The game is divided in the usual way, with platform and puzzle phases, and at the end you face a boss. Even being a game that seems ordinary, its presentation, and the ways to advance in the game, are the true protagonists of the experience. For fans of the platform genre, there's no better time.

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So I saw Wish today and … Encanto is going to stay my favourite Disney movie for the foreseeable future.

But I want to talk about the wishes, because I've seen people on here saying that they're lame or vague or just silly. And I kind of agree with that, but I also think it's part of the point.

Take Sabino's wish. He wished to inspire people, apparently with his mandolin playing. We don't know if he wished this when he was 18 or whether he arrived in Rosas later in life and gave up his wish then. But given Magnifico and Amaya don't look very old, I'm guessing they are both older than they look thanks to sorcery, so they could have been ruling since before Sabino was 18. So for the rest of this post I'm going to assume that's the case.

So when Sabino was 18 the dearest wish of his heart was to inspire people with his mandolin playing. And then he gave this wish to Magnifico for safe keeping and forgot all about it. His mandolin's probably been gathering dust for the last 82 years.

Yes, this is an excessively vague wish. But the movie knows that. Magnifico says it: inspire them to do what? And although you can argue he shouldn't use this as a reason not to grant the wish, he's also not wrong.

And this kind of wish? It's the kind I think the creative team would have made themselves. Think about it: they work for Walt Disney Animation Studios, that world-renowned dream factory. I assume they're happy to be there and have passion for the work they do. If you'd asked them at age 18 what they wanted out of life, they'd probably have told you they wanted to be artists, animators, writers, composers ... that they wanted to make art (of some kind, maybe movies, maybe not) that entertained and inspired people. Now imagine someone taking those ambitions away from them, so that they forgot what they even wanted. Would they be making Disney movies now? No, they wouldn't have bothered going to film school or learning animation or whatever they did to get to where they are today. They'd be doing something far less interesting, probably. I imagine them imagining that kind of alternate life and seeing it as a nightmare.

The tragedy of the situation is not that Sabino never had his wish granted. (He still doesn't have it granted in the movie. He just gets to remember what it is.) The tragedy is that by giving it up and forgetting about it, he lost the chance to make it come true by his own efforts. He doesn't regain that chance for another 82 years. That's a long time to live directionless and lacking the drive to be what he once truly wanted. I wonder what he did in the meantime. We know very little about his life, and I do think that's a missed opportunity.

What we got instead was Simon. He's the only one of the teenage posse to be over 18. His friends know that giving his wish to Magnifico changed him, and not for the better. He's become boring (and perpetually sleepy, which might be a sign of depression stemming from his lack of direction in life). His friends don't seem to know what his wish was, but it's not clear whether he just never told them or whether Magnifico's magic made them forget as well. Simon is there to show us what it (theoretically) does to someone when they lose the memory of their wish. I say theoretically because the kingdom still seems to be functioning pretty well, and most people seem unaware of the negative side effects of forgetting one's wish ... but I suppose these things are necessary for the story to work.

This actually reminds me of Delirium by Lauren Oliver, a YA dystopia series where, on reaching adulthood, everyone has a surgical procedure that "cures" them of the ability to love. Afterwards they enter loveless arranged marriages, put in the work to bring up their children purely out of duty, and spend their working lives in jobs they have no passion for, assigned to them by the government. The only people who see anything wrong with this are those who haven't had the procedure yet, or on whom it didn't work. The protagonist is a girl who accepts the system until, not long before she's due to have the procedure, she falls in love. I never finished reading that series, but one thing I liked about it was how it made the effort to show what a society without love could look like and how it could work. Wish could have done with more of that sort of thing.

The woman who has her wish granted? She wants to make the finest clothes in all of Rosas. Since she's going to make them herself, I'm not sure what will make them the finest; does her talent get a magical boost? Isn't that cheating? What's the point of being the best at something if you're not the one doing it? So yeah, I think that wasn't particularly well thought out. They had to show it happening once so we could see what it looked like, but they probably could have picked a better example. (In Encanto, they similarly had to show what it looks like when a child gets a gift the way Mirabel didn't. But they picked a good example: Antonio, who gets the gift of speech with animals, plus a magical room that's a forest full of animals, and who loves this, and immediately makes friends with a bunch of animals who hang out with him for most of the rest of the movie, and spends his time trying to use his gift in ways that might help people, including in ways that affect the plot. For example, his gift is the reason why the rats can rat out Bruno.)

Remember, the wishes don't all get granted at the end. Mainly, people get their wishes returned to them, so they can remember what they were and do their best to make them come true, if they still want to and still can. The queen doesn't grant that woman's wish to fly, but she does introduce her to a man who dreams of building flying machines.

And so what if they're the dorky wishes of teenagers? That's also part of the point. Without their wishes, everyone's development is arrested.

I could complain about how someone really should have seen the problem with this before Asha did, but I need to get off the internet and have dinner. This post is already longer and ramblier than I intended, but never mind; right now I wish for some food, and I'd better make it happen and not forget about it.

#wish #disney wish #wish meta

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maemanuel1 · 1 year

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Hey everyone! Me again, and I've got some juicy new art (well, actually old fan art made in 2021) to show you y'all! I call it Disney Chills Rescue, which is about each character from each Disney Junior show going out on DCR (Disney Chills Rescue) missions to save the main protagonists of Vera Strange's Disney Chills book series from the evil clutches of the Disney villains.

But in doing so, they will have to face the challenges the villains throw at them by not just using their powers but also their smarts and skills to rescue that child. Along the way, they'll meet the other characters of each Disney Chills book who'll help them with the challenges in order to save their friends and free the DC (Disney Chills) kids from the deals they've made with the Disney villains.

And the best part is that this fan book series of mine has happy endings where the kids are freed and the villains get defeated.

I'll be working on new Disney Chills Rescue book covers, like Rose Above It All featuring Motsuki the moth girl from PJ Masks, very soon. But until then...

Time to wake up from your NIGHTMARE come true in...

Disney Chills Rescue!

#disney chills #disney junior #disney crossover #disneyvillains #book cover #pj masks #octonauts #jake and the neverland pirates #sheriff callie's wild west #fancy nancy #fan art #crossover fanart #crossover #disney chills rescue

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keykidpilipili · 1 year

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Darkness and Connections - Eye Color Theory

Hmmm thinking about how looking at darkness-based enemies red eyes are Nightmares and Unversed while Spirits and Heartless have yellow. And how that may be based on how they interact with others.

Heartless can cooperate with other living beings and often make alliances in order to consume more hearts. Dark Road shows a heartless adapting to suit better the Queen of Hearts it clung onto. Sure they will turn on you if the heart turns out to not be strong enough but they are smart about it. Camouflage adaptation, piloting every craft under the sun and moon, building gummi ships, you name it they did it. Spirits are the first most cooperative darkness you've ever seen. You could argue they are artificial in the way Emblem Heartless are since you don't come across them in the wild. Concerning UX the chirithies turned into spirits can't account for all the ones in DDD, also Riku and Sora crafted theirs since the tutorial. Eye colors may vary based on pokemon natures dispositions the official renders always pick gold.

Nightmares are presented as how darkness manifests in sleeping worlds to target keyholes, possibly to sink the world back into darkness. Taking into account Nightmare chirithy's goal and comparing it with True Darkness they're quite opposites: true darknesses seek to find people to bind themselves to while Dark Chirithy wants to cut its connection to Player whom they are bound. Similar to the kitty Sora's black coat nightmare also draws its keyblade wielder further in the depths of darkness. However the end result would end up with the hearts linked to these nightmares turning into a heartless or darkling. This mean they would be back to formless darkness with no ties to anyone.

And this is where we tie in with Vanitas and the Unversed! While the KH novel isn't canon, it paints his darkness barely still connected to Ven as having red eyes and not even his face prior to Sora helping. His golden eyes were probably an indication for norting back in bbs however it's interesting to note that it was when he sought to bond again with Ven's heart if by force. It's not until his last appearance in KH3 that he seems to give up entirely on becoming one with Ventus again. His unversed don't share the same desire and just attack or bully the light causing trouble. They don't form ANY alliances with disney villains either which when compared to other games is unique.

It's all mostly observations and may be wrong but I think the difference between how the difference darkness-based entities act with the world around them interesting. And I will be looking at Vanitas' eyes intensely when he comes back.

#kingdom hearts #dream eaters #unversed #kh meta #heartless #kh theories #pili rambles #kh theory #it's worth nothing that DDD X chi(pc) and KH3 at some point were most likely in development simulatenously #So i wouldn't be surprised if the Red eyes probably started to help distinguish them from heartlesses morphed into sth else over time #Darkness splitting itself from the whole by bonding with hearts: YAY INDIVIDUALITY AND MORE POWER #Nightmares: I hate it here I wanna go back to the mind hive

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matbaynton · 10 months

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tagged by @baynton thank you!! 💙

8 shows to get to know me better

1. BBC GHOSTS

copying nat here to say that this is also where the mat obsession started 😈 my friend hallie (who i will also be tagging to do this obviously) got me into it and i cannot thank them enough for giving me the brainrot! i've watched this show.... idk how many times now i'm constantly rewatching it but i still laugh (and/or cry) every time. don't think i needed to know how absolutely FERAL and UNHINGED and RABID i was capable of being, i swear i was normal before i saw thomas thorne. i WAS, and no one can disprove that so just believe me 🤡 he is my sopping wet babygirl pathetic chewtoy and i love him.... so much..... and i want to d*e on the button house property and become a ghost more than anything in the whole world. anyway this show is fantastic and it changed my life and there isn't a single bad main character!

2. STRANGER THINGS

not sure if it's because i watched this show the year it came out (and on the night before/night of my 18th birthday, so it ended up being the best birthday i've had in years which is. still true lmao) but it continues to hold such a special place in my heart, and i can't truly explain why. gonna be honest seeing that winona ryder was in it immediately made me want to watch (and i love joyce byers + jopper a normal amount) i'm also really into horror and gross shit and this show really delivers on that sometimes, it's fantastic 🫡

3. THE OWL HOUSE

i don't think i can talk about this show for too long without crying lmao, but for a silly starter: THERE IS SO MUCH GOD DAMN FUCKING PURPLE IN THIS SHOW IT IS VERY PLEASING TO MY EYEBALLS!!!!! i'm a huge blubbering baby when it comes to the found family trope and this show has that! not to mention the incredible lgbt+ rep that truly shocked me to my core. i've also never related to a fictional character more than luz noceda, it's almost unsettling. still haven't watched the finale because i'm in denial about it being over and fuck disney channel for cancelling it.

4. DOCTOR WHO

besides glee and pretty little liars (that i'm surprisingly not putting on this list for reasons) this was one of the first real tv shows i've gotten into. my friend and i stumbled upon it on netflix (back in the ancient times of the early 2010's) she wasn't into it AT ALL but when i went home i immediately started watching the rest of it. i love all of the doctors/companions/eras in so many different ways, and every time i rewatch this show it feels like home <3

5. YONDERLAND

99% of the characters in this show are complete dumbasses and i'm truly here for it,. also seeing mat as so many different freaky sexy characters fixed me made me worse. HOWEVER.... the felt puppets still strike fear into my heart, i've gotten somewhat used to it but i still want to scream and poop my pants whenever i see them.

6. COMMUNITY

as we've established i'm a fan of the found family trope (even the FUCKED UP PROBABLY MENTALLY BAD FOR EACH OTHER kind of found family) besides how funny this show is (and how much i love troy and abed AND WANT WHAT THEY HAVE MORE THAN ANYTHING) it was also the first time i interpreted autism portrayed in a somewhat better way than i had ever seen before on television (of course abed being autistic isn't technically canon, hence "interpreted") but i really appreciated it and the fact that he IS canonically the most mentally stable in the group is incredible and i love it. will NEVER forgive them for making a felt puppet episode though, it haunts my nightmares.

7. SANTA CLARITA DIET

drew barrymore plays a zombie milf and timothy olyphant plays her hot husband who helps her kill shitty people to eat. wtf else do i need to say? it's a masterpiece and i wake up every day hating netflix for cancelling it

8. TOO MANY SPIRITS

YEAH THIS IS A SHOW! I'M COUNTING IT AS A SHOW! i knew i was going to put at least one watcher show on this list because i love these idiots so dearly. i chose too many spirits because the amount of times i've almost (😐) pissed myself from laughter watching these morons get drunk and tell stupid stories is TOO MANY..... spirits! like the name of the show! too many! too many times 🤡 anyway

tagging (no pressure to do it!) @larryrickard @reysorigins @softdavidrose @karura @captainsjack @jugheadscrowns @bejeweledantihero @hannamarins

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