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jamies-latex-lust · 8 months

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Crossplay for the Girlfriend

It was almost time for the annual convention to come around again. Zach was particularly thrilled since this year, he'd be going with his girlfriend, Laura. Laura was beautiful and charming, with an outgoing personality and was pretty sultry.

The previous year, Zach had gone alone and seeing all the couples made him feel even more alone, so he knew he was lucky to have Laura. Especially because he was a shy, soft-spoken loser,.

When they'd last talked, she mentioned wanting to do a couple's cosplay together.

"I've got a few costumes I've really been wanting to try out," Laura said. "I'll text you a list later."

So, when Laura sent her list and it was only full of costumes she wanted to try, Zach didn't know what to do.

"I'm not sure which characters would go with most of these," he said as he nearly sent the text.

He stopped himself when Laura sent another text.

"By the way, it would be incredibly hot if you went as a girl too!" The text read.

Zach stopped himself from sending his original text. He quickly deleted it and sent a new text.

"Are you serious?" He texted.

Laura's response came a few minutes later.

"Yeah! Guys that are secure enough in their masculinity to crossplay are so hawt!"

Zach was apprehensive at first, but knew he'd better do what she wanted. After all, everyone knew Laura was out of his league.

Zach quickly scanned the list again, trying to figure out any characters that would work. In the end, Zach found two characters from Laura's list that he could work with.

One was a magical elf and the other was a dragon who used a crown to become a princess. Zach himself could go as either the elf's partner, or the Princess the dragon was always trying to kidnap.

If he went as the elf's partner, he had two options. One was her school uniform, a pink coat, white collared shirt, pink skirt and blue tie.

The other was her casual wear, a light blue sleeveless buttoned shirt, blue shorts with a belt, white thigh-high socks and blue platform sandals. She would occasionally wear bracelets with the outfit too.

The Princess only really had one option. A high collar, large pink dress with puffy sleeves, high-class white gloves and red high heels, along with a crown and jewelry.

He knew that his girlfriend loved both characters, so that wasn't a concern. But which outfit to choose.

Thinking if it practically, the school uniform covered everything but his legs. He could probably put on thigh-highs for that too, and the pink color of the jacket added to the crossdressing aspect.

The sleeveless shirt would expose his arms, except for the area the bracelets covered. The outfit wasn't the most feminine of his options, but it wouldn't cost much.

Finally, the Princess' outfit would cover nearly everything below the head. He might have to wear the thigh-highs with it too, or just stage his legs. There was also the small area between the gloves and the sleeves he'd have to shave.

Thinking over his options, Zach chose the Princess outfit. He figured it'd be what Laura liked best. And part of him was excited to see how well he could pull it off.

Zach sent his decision to Laura and she immediately texted back how much she loved his choice.

The next day, Zach and Laura met up and bought everything they'd need.

After they returned to Laura's apartment, she got to work on doing Zach's makeup. It would be a couple weeks before the convention, but she wanted to make sure he looked just right.

Following that was teaching Zach how to walk in the high heels. He stumbled a lot, but got the hang of it before returning home for the night.

Eventually, the day of the convention came. While Laura still looked like herself, albeit in costume, Zach had been completely transformed. Between the makeup, the costume and the wig, nobody would have been able to tell it was him.

Several photographers asked for their pictures, and every time, Laura would pull Zach into a kiss, exciting the crowd.

After an exhaustive day, the couple returned to the hotel room and Zach collapsed on the bed. "That was great," Zach said, closing his eyes. "I feel like I was really born again." "I know," Laura said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Laura climbed on to the bed, positioning herself above Zach, smiling at him with the seductive smirk he'd fallen for.

"What was your favorite part of the costume?" Laura asked.

"Everything looks good on you," Zach said.

"I meant yours," Laura said, flirtatiously.

"Oh," Zach said, lifting his hands up. "I guess the gloves. I always found gloves like these attractive. Of course, all of it looked good."

"I think so too," Laura said, holding Zach down by the shoulders. "In fact, I think you look better this way."

"Huh?" Zach muttered.

"Yes, you make a wonderful girl," Laura said. "I think I want to keep you like this. Maybe in other costumes, but as my cute little girlfriend all the same."

"Your girlf-" Zach started, only to be cut off by Laura's tongue entering his mouth.

As Laura began making out with him, Zach had to admit, he did kind of like crossplaying. And it was obvious Laura enjoyed it too.

"What do you say?" Laura asked. "It would only be when we're alone, or at events like this, but how about you become my sissy?" Zach's eyes widened in surprise. "Become your sissy?" "Yes," Laura said. Zach hesitated for a minute, and then nodded.

"Yes, ma'am," Zach said. "I'll be your sissy."

"Good girl," Laura said with a laugh. "And, you know, my character is always trying to seduce your character. How about we celebrate this new development by acting out a scene as them?"

"What scene?" Zach asked.

"I packed a certain toy of mine," Laura said. "I'll go put it on, and you hike up that skirt of yours." Zach thought for a minute and realized what scene she wanted to enact.

"Yes, please, my dragon queen," Zach said in his most feminine voice.

"Good," Laura said. "I'll be back in a minute, and when I am, you better spread those legs for me, Princess." Laura then left the room, leaving Zach alone on the bed. Zach sighed as he thought of what was to come. It was going to be great.

#submission

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operafantomet · 4 months

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SOME THOUGHTS ON FROZEN OSLO

(no pun intended, even if Oslo has had temperatures as low as minus 23 degrees celsius last week...)

Having seen the non-replica production of Frozen in Oslo twice this winter, I was asked to share some thoughts on it. It will not be a proper review, rather some random observations and highly subjective opinions.

THE GOOD

The snow. THE. SNOW. ALL THE SNOW. Made of a paper-like substance which looks amazingly real. It is present from the start of the show, ever increasing and culminates in "Let It Go" where it is literally hurled out over the audience, and the children scream of glee and the world is a snowstorm, and then the first act is over with a bang. And of course, all this snow can just stay on stage for the second act. Yes. Theatre magic done well.

The cast, OMG the cast. Such a strong cast. It goes for the leads, the alternates and the ensemble. A tiny complaint is that it's a fairly small cast, so it's really noticeable when people appear in double and triple roles, and I would have liked two or three more in the ensemble in general. But what they deliver is really, really good. I can't put my finger on what or why, it's just a joy seeing and hearing them.

Extra shout-out to Mimmi Tamba as Elsa. She is next level. In the acting, in the singing. She has a grand voice, but also the tenderness and distressed moments. She embodies every nuance of Elsa, and shows such a growth and transformation. Grrrrl.

Another shout-out to the deliciously bad men of the show. Mathias Luppichini as Hans goes from clumsy-Hugh-Grant-charming in the first act to deliciously evil Hugh-Grant-as-Buchanan-in-Paddington in the second act.

As a contrast Petter Winther (whose last name means winter, heh) as Weselton is amazingly sleazy and awful from the moment is glorious boots enters the stage. And he dances as sleazy as he acts, and you just gotta love that.

And probably no surprise but still worth mentioning - Olaf. He looks like Olaf, acts like Olaf, and at times I have to remind myself the lumpy figure is not alive, it is the actor (Mathias Ambjør) bringing him to life. And when little Olaf dances with a sea of big, lumpy Olafs on stage I just wanna cry. Of joy and laughter. SWEETNESS OVERLOAD.

Last, but not least: little Elsa and little Anna. I have seen the same little Anna twice and if someone ever stole the show it is 100% her. She is so energetic, so cute, so bouncy, so playful, and sings wonderfully. But both little Elsas has also been wonderful - just for the record. I guess it's sometimes just easier being the smallest on stage...

The focus on Elsa and Anna's relationship. It is what makes Frozen unique and touching, and it is well kept in this production. It is what makes you believe the whole story. True love indeed. It was very present both in the performance with Mimmi Tamba and Ina Svenningdal, and with Mimmi Tamba and Tiril Heide-Steen. Thus I assume it's the directing. And that makes me happy.

Other things I loved: The glittery stones on Elsa's white wig, the cast interacting quite a bit with the kids, a dash diversity on stage, overall well translated lyrics, them bringing out all stage and backstage workers before the curtain call of the cast, the live orchestra, the very good theatre brochure, the snowmen suddenly bouncing out a lot of large inflatable balls over the audience (bouncing them back and forth).

THE MEEEEH

The costume design. There are many good things going on, but the overall look is a bit generic. How I would have loved some repeated pattern to become the signature detail, or an acknowledge of Disney having that... look, that style. I think I miss more details or structure, because a lot of it - as seen from the auditorium - looks like plain, shiny silk and plain wool. I'm not saying it IS, as sitting on the first row showed me a lot more textures and details. But it doesn't really translate beyond row 1, and even if many nice colours is used they all feel a bit muted still. Like a dusty filter added.

I DO slightly appreciate that it's not a Nordic folk costume bonanza, as in the movie and on Broadway. I think it would look a bit too much in a local setting. But a richer look would have been appreciated.

Exception being Elsa's EXPLODING ICE costume during "monster". it is a bit WTF but also mighty cool. It is a visual reminder that icy Arendelle is not only the misfortune of the people, but also very much her own tragedy. Fascinating.

Making the hidden folk and Grand Pabbie into veiled elves. Again, I just miss the hint of a magic fairytale world. "Oh so veiled elves is not fairytale enough for you?", you might ask. Well, not these elves. They feel like Kate Bush's backup dancers. Hidden folk folklore in at least Norway usually feature more nature-like creatures, both alluring and dangerous. I missed the danger or the utter beauty - or both.

Sven and Kristoffer is a nice duo. The sami aspect of Kristoffer has been downplayed in this version, and Sven is mostly walking on two legs, with some weird sticks which I first thought was crotches but then understood substituted for front legs. But in these two I do miss a bigger comic relief as a PAIR. They have many momens as individuals, with Sven flirting with the audience and Kristoffer poking fun at Anna. But I would have enjoyed a directing focusing even more on them as a duo. A small complaint, but still.

THE BAD

Anna's huge monster of a ballgown. I KNOW she is supposed to be and look awkward as she has not enjoyed anyone's company - and especially not a formal ball - since childhood. But did they really have to make it so... unshapeable and acid? Huge skirt, huge sleeves, and a huge bow in the back making her look hunchbacked. Yes, she is recognizable and stands out from the crowd. But in a Madame Thénardier way. I'm sorry, Anna. You deserve better at your first ball.

The set design. They don't feel particularly magical, fairytale like or innovative. It relies on lots of light, single "cartoon" pieces like clouds, sun/moon and trees, and a fairly bare stage.

OK, some exceptions. Anna and Elsas bedroom(s) offers a hint of that fairytale look, and it goes from one room in the opening to two separate rooms later on in a very clever way.

As mentioned earlier the WILD AMOUNTS OF SNOW is also a highlight. I just wanna roll myself in that snow.

My biggest beef is the "star", the ice set. I sit there, I see giant heavy icy mountains, and mostly I feel they could have sunk the Titanic. Yes, they can be moved around, yes the cast can slide down them. But they kill the stage with their heaviness, they don't give me fairytale vibes, they don't feel like a frosty icicle frenzy I somehow crave to step into and experience - like on Broadway, or the movie, or the Hyperion live show. Looking at photos it looks funkier, with the ice tips more believable. But on stage it is a heavy lump of a machinery.

The Arendelle castle ballrom is A JOKE. A giant golden foil fringe wall towards a yellow sunset? Razzle dazzle them? I think not. I am offended, TBH. Again, ANNA IT IS YOUR FIRST BALL. YOU DESERVE BETTER.

So yeah... All in all, I enjoy a lot of aspects of this production. But had it not been for the outstanding cast I am not sure I would have seen it more than once. I miss the magic and the Disney flair, or at least more playful visuals. This especially goes for the sets, but to some degree also the costumes. But I like the directing and the overall wibe. I would go again to see a third combo in the leads.

Director: Gísli Örn Garðarsson

Set design: Börkur Jónsson

Costume design: Christina Lovery

To be performed in: Det Norske Teatret in Oslo Norway, The National Theatre in Reykjavik Iceland, Stckholm Stadsteater in Sweden and Helsingfors Stadsteater in Finland.

Photos from: Det Norske Teatret

#frozen the musical #someone film 'let it go' PLEASE #det norske teatret #not tagging them all

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j0kers-light · 9 months

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Hope you uh don't mind me asking again i thought of something different can you do something spicy where y/n dresses up as joker but like a sexy version with the makeup and wig foe her halloween costume up to you but was wondering what that would be like between the two

His Lighthouse: Happy uhh Halloween? (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Happy uhh Halloween? - Oneshot

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Halloween is a big deal in the L/n household.

You always won best costume at school, the house (both indoors and out) was always eloquently decorated and you lived, ate, and slept, Spooky day vibes.

Your mother made sure the surrounding neighbors understood the assignment and participated to the best of their abilities. It wasn't just about candy and scaring people, oh no. This was a lifestyle. Now that you were away from home, you were stoked to continue the tradition even if you were the only one to enjoy it.

Joker was rather curious when you dragged out totes from storage on September 30th and willingly climbed your ladder to hang cobwebs, giant spiders, and the like from the rafters.

Not once did you trip or ask for help. He was impressed to say the least.

Overnight, your bright and cheery penthouse was transformed into a haunting decrypted shell of itself.

Anything colorful was converted out for shades of black or silver with red being the only pop of color. You moved your plants into the sunroom but the creepy vines and black elephant ear remained. For the next month, your abode would convey peak Halloween energy.

The entire apartment building participated too and decorated the main lobby and elevator for the month. It was cute and focused mainly on pumpkins and ghosts. Definitely not your style.

But for Halloween night, everything was dedicated to the trick-or-treaters within the building.

Each apartment floor had a theme and boasted fun little activities for the youth. You made it publicly known at the September community meeting, your floor would be the one to visit.

As soon as you got off the elevator, the short hallway leading up to your black front door was decorated to perfection. Even Joker was caught off guard when he came home.

The lights were turned off and you placed keep out signs, hung more cobwebs from the ceiling, and scattered dried up leaves on the hardwood floors.

The small table you had in the hallway was replaced with an gothic altar that held a cauldron of dried ice that pooled onto the floor and really gave off the haunted vibe you crafted so wonderfully. A fog machine nearby was pumping the rest of the area with smoke. Red and black candles littered the hallway, providing just enough light to see where you were going but no more.

Joker was thoroughly impressed by your haunted hallway in all of its glory.

It was eerie and completely unlike your normal setup. He was used to bright lights and a fresh display of flora on the table before entering your penthouse, not this.

You warned Joker to stay away for the day while you entertained children and their parents stopping by but when did he ever listen? He stuck around the area just in case you needed him.

Since the day was over, he came home.

He made it to the front door but stopped when he saw it was cracked open. His natural instincts were on high alert, already thinking the worst.

He knew for a fact that wasn't part of the decorations. You always kept your door locked.

Granted you were excited as of late, you weren't that careless to forget to close the door. The entire month you fangirled over your Halloween costume and barred Joker from seeing what you would be wearing.

'It's a surprise!' You would say as another component was delivered to the penthouse or 'You'll see it online when I post pictures!'

This morning you did in fact post pictures of your costume. It was a character from another popular book ,right down to the outlandish wig and custom shoes.

That's what you were so hush hush about? Big yawn.

Little did Joker know, you had two Halloween costumes this year. One was strictly for public view, the other.. well. Joker would see it very soon.

You knew Joker wouldn't stay away for too long so after the last trick-or-treater left, you quickly changed to begin your surprise for Joker.

You left the front door open knowing he would panic and left him a trail to follow. Another cauldron/fog machine in the main foyer to your apartment made everything distorted.

It was dark in here too but candelabras were scattered about offering limited light for Joker's search.

Just how many candles did you buy? Wasn't this some kind of fire hazard? And where were you?

Joker wanted to call out your name as he slowly searched your apartment but stopped himself. He knew the floor plan by heart and if there was an intruder inside, he'd rather keep the element of surprise and stay quiet.

The living room and beyond was empty so he moved onto the dining room and kitchen. Right as Joker was clearing the pantry, he felt a presence behind him.

He swung and hit nothing but air as your giggles echoed throughout the room. "Come and catch me..."

So his bunny wanted to play hide and seek? He grinned and followed your stifled giggles towards his bedroom. The door was closed but he could see the glow of light underneath. The entire apartment was decorated for October but you didn't touch his room.

At least you hadn't when he left this morning. When Joker opened the door, he knew you had been busy.

More candelabras were lit, giving the place a soft intimate glow, and black lace and cobwebs hung from the ceiling around the bed like a canopy. Not a speck of color was to be found and you had black rose petals scattered all over the floor. He expected you to be on the bed since you were always one for theatrics.

Yet you were nowhere to be found. Did he mishear the door closing? Maybe his Light was good at hiding after all.

Joker clicked his tongue and turned to leave when he (almost) ran face first into..

"Hi."

It took everything in him not to hit you. Joker quickly backed away but not before his jaw fell open in disbelief.

Joker was at a loss for words and of course you teased him for it. "What? Is there something wrong with my uh.. face? Is it the scars? Wanna know how I got 'em?"

You smiled wide, exposing your pearly whites. His eyes scanned your body, completely speechless. He didn't know whether to be turned on or disturbed by your getup.

On one side, you were a literal vixen but it was something off putting about seeing your doppelganger. Especially genderbent.

Was it weird to be attracted to himself? Was that a thing?

Your normal voluptuous curls were gone and replaced with long green hair. You incorporated braids into the do' to keep the bangs off your forehead since your entire face was painted in Joker's signature white greasepaint.

Your makeup was dark and dramatic with a smokey eye and a winged eyeliner so sharp that it could cut him if he weren't careful. You let the black eyeshadow extend past your eyes and fade down to your cheekbones.

It was simply phenomenal but your mouth was where J drew the line.

Joker feared you went too far and did the unthinkable.

Your beautiful face was now disfigured and still wet with blood. You arched an eyebrow at Joker's pain stricken face. He didn't like your cosplay after you spent all day putting it together.

You rolled your eyes, (it took him a minute to notice they were green) and smacked your red lips. "Oh? Do... ya not like iT?" You even adopted his speech pattern. This was all too much to take in.

"Y/n... "

You didn't give him a chance to speak. You roughly pushed Joker down into a chair. He was appalled by the audacity but also mildly turned on by it.

Was this just a Halloween costume or did you fully commit yourself to this? He was unsure and weighted out the possibilities of his Light actually gone insane.

It was something about seeing you in a tight black corset and matching leather pants splattered with blood that did things to him. Your curves were on full display in the tight material and you oozed confidence.

He swallowed loudly and avoided your gaze.

You didn't like that. You straddled Joker's thighs and ran your hands from his shoulders down to his chest. "You look tense. What's the matter hmm?"

You grabbed his face, jerking it so he faced you, and demanded that he answer. You saw the wheels turning in Joker's head. Would he play along or put a stop to things before they began?

He was too confused to decide. "Bunny.. Y/n. What's gotten into you?" Joker asked.

He let his hands roam over your leather clad thighs until you spoke up.

"Oh her. She's... err gone for the night. I'm afraid you're stuck with meeee." You rolled your hips into Joker's with an airy moan. "And I think you're quite okay with that.."

You grinded down on Joker's hard on and trailed kisses down his neck. You tugged at his hair and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his throat.

"See? You want this. Relax, J. I'll make you feel gooood."

In the blink of an eye, you clicked a knife open and cut Joker's shirt right down the center. Your knife skills weren't perfect like J's and you accidentally nicked his skin. Without thinking, you licked the red welt clean of blood.

He saw red on your tongue as you licked your lips making him groan. Joker was breathing hard but you could see the uncertainty still in his jade eyes.

Why was he turned on by this? What was wrong with him? He should be concerned about your mental health!

"Y/n? I uhhh gotta ask. Are they.. did you.. You know?"

Joker ran his thumb against the jagged cut that began at the apples of your cheeks and stopped at the corner of your lip. He sighed when you sucked his thumb into your mouth. God, you were such a tease. And your mouth was so warm too.

You asked him coyly. "Do you want them to be real, J?"

Did he? Heavens no! Joker liked you the way you are! He pulled you into a hug and let his hesitations be known.

"Never. I like my Light the way she is. Please.. tell me you didn't cut your face baby doll.." J cupped your cheek and stared into your contact colored eyes.

It was just prosthetic makeup but Joker didn't need to know that. If he thought your costume was that real, then kudos to you! You tried to stifle your laugh but failed terribly.

And that seemed to make things worse.

Watching you laugh uncontrollably dressed up as himself, Joker was beyond worried. He was about to shake some sense into you when you finally had enough.

You did your best interpretation of Joker's growl and fought his hold to pin his wrists to the armrest. The moment Joker heard a distinctive metal clicking sound, he flipped out.

"What the f__k, Y/n?" He shouted until you shut him up with a kiss.

"Shhhh. Since ya don't wanna.. re-lax, I'll make ya by force. Oh someone's maddd." You giggled.

Joker exhaled through his nose and tried breaking free of the handcuffs but they didn't budge. There wasn't a pair in Gotham City that could hold him but these must be new. Just what kind were they? He struggled some more and didn't notice you undoing his belt until you started removing his pants.

"Should've done this earlier but.. I have such a stubborn pet. I'll have to switch my plans around." His neck nearly snapped in half, hearing you call him a pet.

You grunted as you finally pulled Joker's pants off. They disappeared somewhere in the candle lit room as you fell to your knees in front of him. From his seated position, Joker could admire your cleavage spilling out of your corset and your curvaceous backside if he turned his head to the side. This outfit of yours was killing him.

He was left in his boxer briefs with a noticeable bulge poking through the dark fabric. Your mouth watered just by looking at it.

He refused to be handcuffed like some submissive lover.

"Bunny, last change. Take these off. Now." Joker warned.

Screw your plans! He.. he was not enjoying this. Such a shame his body said otherwise. Joker's dick was straining against his briefs and you instantly took pity on him.

"Ya want me to take these off? Sure thing handsome."

You dipped your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and tugged. You laughed when J's cock hit your face after being set free. "Such an eager pet! This all for me?" You kisses the tip and Joker hissed.

"Careful now, Y/n. Y-You're playing a dangerous game." He said.

Two pairs of green eyes met in a stand-off. One was filled with unbridled lust, whereas the other, pure mischief. It was rare that Joker let you be in charge so you seized this opportunity while it lasted. So what if he punishes you later?

You secretly loved punishments from Joker.

You licked Joker from base to tip before swirling your tongue around the head. And just like you anticipated, J went wild.

He bucked his hips up and bit his lip to stifle the deep groan he wanted to let out. That mouth of yours was a tease. Why didn't he let you suck him off more often? It felt like the first time all over again; it had been so long.

"Yesssss Princess. Just... just like that." He wanted to guide you but you had his hands cuffed to the chair. "Ohhhh you planned this didn't ya? Naughty girl... get it wet."

You smiled and slapped Joker's fat head on your tongue. You managed to respond with a uh huh, noise right before you relaxed your jaw and took J down your throat.

"F__k meee! All of it! All. Of. It. Yes, that's it, there ya go, doll!" Joker groaned your name when his head bumped against the back of your throat, making you gag a bit.

He didn't care that your makeup was rubbing off on his thighs, feeling your hot mouth wrapped around his dick was oh so worth it.

You swallowed around Joker's dick a few times until you had to breathe. With a sharp gasp, you let him slip out of your mouth. Joker was now shiny with your spit and you stroked him with your hand as you caught your breath.

He looked down and noticed you were already staring. Your contacts were pretty but he loved your natural eye color more. It was like staring in a mirror. You looked so sexy dressed up like him.

"I wanna grab your hair... use that mouth of yours. Ruin you.."

You kissed Joker's inner thighs and laughed. "Ruin me? Why... that's exactly what I'm gonna do to you, J." You squeezed his cock tighter and began to jerk him off faster.

Joker tried to hold back his desire but your hands were so soft stroking his cock. Your body was so sexy all dolled up in leather and splattered red. Your smile was so inviting even if he questioned if the scars were real...

You had an air of confidence and he was drowning in your allure. He was so close didn't care how loud he was.

Joker letting go right as you stopped and leaned away. His eyes shot open to see your smug grin.

"Oh bunny, you are cruel." He pulled at his restraints to no avail and groaned. "When I get these uh, handcuffs off, you're gonna get iT."

He gasped when you stroked his tip until a tiny bead of cum emerged to the surface. It was torture he never felt before. Being worked up only to be thoroughly let down. What were you doing to him?

You made sure to keep eye contact with Joker as you licked up his precum. His poor tip was turning red, he was so wound up. It matched Joker's rosy cheeks with each heavy drag of air that he took.

"I'm sorry. Did ya say something, J?" You teased.

You wondered how many times you could bring Joker to the edge and snatch it away before he finally snapped?

You scratched your purple fingernail down Joker's shaft. He huffed out a curse with an unexpected moan. You saw a vein throb from the sensation and giggled. This was so much fun!

You gripped him again and began a slow, leisurely pace, as you thought aloud.

"I gave out sooo many tootsie pops today, I wonder. Just how many... uhhh licks does it take to get to the creamy center? Let's find out.."

You opened your mouth and took Joker's cock right down to the base in one go. He was too far gone to care about what you said, the pleasure had a way of overriding everything. He threw his head back and let you take charge for a change.

He'd regret letting you call the shots later. Once you got a taste of power, you'd force his hand again.

Joker tugged at his restraints, feeling powerless to your desire. It wasn't the worst situation he'd been in but still.

Your mouth was bobbing up and down his length in wet, sloppy pulls that forced him closer and closer to the peak that he needed to fall from. You edged him long enough.

Joker could feel the white hot coils slowly tearing apart and they threatened to take him under but once again, you stopped.

Joker cursed up a storm amidst your chuckles. You licked your lips clean and stood to your feet but grabbed J's face to calm him down.

"Shhhh, shhhh, pet. Don't worry. You'll get to cum. Yeah.. Right now." You let him go so you could shimmy out of your skin tight pants.

He groaned discovering you weren't wearing any underwear. He called out your name, making you look up.

"I need ya, doll. M-Make me feel good, yeah? You said you would. Be a good girl then and do it."

It was the closest thing to pleading that Joker was gonna do. He was desperate enough to even ask.

He looked so helpless sitting in handcuffs with his swollen dick rutting up into the air, searching for any type of stimuli to get off.

Joker wasn't broken– you doubted he would ever submit to anyone, (you included) but he was delirious with pleasure. It was time to put him out of his misery.

You were about to undo your corset but Joker snapped at you, "Leave. It. On. I need you, now."

The sheer need in his voice had you scrambling into his lap and sinking down on his cock without hesitation. The both of you cried out at the stretch. Joker was already on the brink and feeling your pussy welcoming him inside its wet warmth was making him dizzy. He didn't know you had edged yourself before he came home in preparation.

None of that mattered right now.

You secured a grip on Joker's shoulders and started bouncing on his dick. There was no rhythm or tactic, just pure instinct hurdling you straight into an orgasm as Joker lost control and burst into your pussy.

He said your name like it was both a blessing and a curse.

He never came this much in his entire life. Black dots clouded his vision and his body felt fever hot. Tremors wracked his body as you continued to slam your pussy down over and over on his spent cock.

"Bunny... bunny... s-stop!" A moan got caught in his throat when he felt another orgasm rushing to the surface.

This had to be magic. There was no way he could cum again. You were a literal witch.

He bit down on your neck as the both of you came together. You sagged your weight onto J as the both of you floated in an afterglow. Joker's gaze was fixed on the ceiling as he came to terms with what just happened.

He literally just had sex with himself. The situation sounded so absurd that he burst out laughing.

You lifted your head in confusion. Joker simmered his mirth down to admire your beautiful face painted in white.

"What's so funny?" You asked.

Joker sighed and rolled his neck. You were gonna love this one.

"If that's how you uhhh celebrate Hallo-ween. I'm looking forward to next year's festivities. But! For now.. can ya hehe, get me outta these cuffs, baby doll?"

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #joker x y/n #reader insert #thanks for the ask!#romance #a03 writer #batman #cross posted on wattpad #smut #cross posted on ao3 #ledger joker smut #joker smut #halloween #spooky season #spooky vibes #his lighthouse #female joker

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hiddengiggles · 3 months

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Feel free to channel your interior designer/“How To Build A Sex Room” from Netflix side here;

If you had a tickling room in your house, what would it look like? What would the aesthetic be? What would be inside it?

This is SUCH a good question!!!! @helixtickl and I chatted about it, thank you for asking! As we continue to save for our first home, this occasionally comes up in our “Someday” discussions 🥰

I definitely don’t want the dungeon-dark-cold-scary energy. Kink is FUN. Fetishes are FUN. I want to feel comfortable being silly and giggly in that room! Soft textures in a rug/carpet and chairs/ottomans (with convenient ways to add straps and cuffs) would be the feeling I want. Warm lighting only, we’re getting warm vibes only. Hopefully some sound-dampening panels would decorate parts of the walls too, in addition to a more sensual style of art.

Husband dearest suggested bondage furniture that could be transformed or easily tucked away! We enjoy hosting family and friends, so we’d feel more comfortable with some added privacy. Stocks that could be flattened or tucked in a trunk, a St. Andrews cross that could fold and move into a closet, that sort of thing. He’s brilliant, isn’t he?

Hopefully an easily organized and accessible toy holder, like a set of drawers, would be excellent. It could be so pretty on the outside and so devious inside (I hope I am too!) with all the best tools. And if we have guests? It better be lockable too.

I know I’d like to see vibrators, feathers, cuffs for various body parts and the accompanying clasps, lots of bondage tape, some “insertables” for me, a couple blindfolds (to alternate when washing!), maybe a few more pain-oriented pieces for when I really need a little sting. There might be other toys, but those are certainly unrelated to this, and a gal has to keep a secret or two 😉

In my perfect world, this would also be the space where content is done, so a closet to be a costume closet would be so fun! I could properly set and store my wigs in a uniform way, hang pieces that need it, have space for larger stuff (like my wings), and bins for all the rest! I have part of our second closet for that now, but having a more organized dedicated space would be fantastic.

Finally, there has to be a space to cuddle up and relax. A TV with streaming, blankets, plush pillows, a stuffie or two, emergency chocolate, and water bottles ready for when play is done. This is a room for play AND aftercare, and I want a place to be comfy and nap.

#ticklingisart #about me #helixtickl #play room #tickle room #not quite sfw #my writing #my kinks #aftercare #tickle talk

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ladytauria · 5 months

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Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Rating: Explicit Words: 2.7k

Tim goes to a club and takes home a familiar stranger.

i wasn’t going to post this so soon after the other but i’m easily persuaded xD

Heels are not the worst part about dressing up, at least in Tim’s opinion. That would be the wig—his scalp itches, and he can’t even scratch it. Still, it’s worth it for the way he looks in this dress.

The club is busy. It’s not one he frequents. Honestly, he’s not sure he’s ever even been here outside of costume. Which makes sense, since this is Hood’s end of town. Red Robin might have a tentative pass to work here on occasion, but it’s still—well. Tentative. He hasn’t tried as Tim Drake, or other civilian alias. The rules might be different.

Or, maybe they won’t be.

There will be other nights to find out. Tonight is for pleasure, not business.

Tim approaches the bar, flagging the bartender down and ordering a martini. He opens his phone while he’s waiting, sending a text idly before setting it on Do Not Disturb and tucking away. He won’t need it for a few hours.

Then, drink held close to his chest, he leans against the bar and watches the club-goers around him. The movement of their bodies in time to the pulse of the music, the way the lights flash, turning most of them into dark silhouettes—it’s almost hypnotic.

Tim finds himself tapping his thigh to the beat almost absently, until there’s a warmth at his side; a shadow falling over him. It doesn’t quite block his vision, but it does capture his attention.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Come here often?” The words are almost purred into his ear. Tim’s grip tightens on his glass, biting his cheek.

He twists at the waist.

His new companion is tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome, in a rugged sort of way. Hard jawline, dark with stubble, nose at least-once-broken. His mouth is full and soft, though, and those pretty blue-green eyes are framed with thick lashes. There’s also a fullness to his cheeks that softens his face, helped along even more by the way a lock of his curls—white, where the rest are black—falls over his forehead. A leather jacket sits on his shoulders, making him just a little bit broader, and his dark wash jeans hug his thighs so tightly Tim is surprised they haven’t popped a seam.

A coy smile spreads over Tim’s mouth. “Just when I’m looking for a good time,” he says, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

The man grins—smirks, really, a cocky thing that gives Tim all sorts of ideas about what to do to, and with, him. “I’d be happy to show you one,” he says. He nods towards Tim’s drink. “Can I buy you another?”

Tim appreciates him asking. But— “How ‘bout you tell me your name first, handsome?”

The man colors a little. It’s cute. “Jay,” he says.

#jaytim #timjay #dcu #tauriawritesfanfic #tauriawritessmut

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spencerdaze · 11 months

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Clown care in the hot weather

Hello friends!

I thought since the time is finally starting to get insanely hot in Spain, i finally have an excuse to talk about Clown Sheding!! If you live in hotter areas, it's common for most clown breeds to shed their uniforms and grow newer, colder uniforms fit for the hotter climate of summer. It really depends on the breed, the time of year and where you live, this process has a different time for each different situation.

I've seen Honk Honk's ruffles around lately and that's what got me into researching this topic. I've found his ruffles are the first things he sheds in general, also during the springtime, but in the summer they've almost been disposed of completely!! I've also noticed he sleeps a lot more and doesn't joke as often, instead prefering to listen to the soft sounds of circus music and elefants in the background. I talked to various clown doctors (as in, doctors for clowns, we all know clown doctors are prone to diagnosing you with lack of laughter), and they all agree his shedding is making him very tired and eepy. The hotter climates of Spain also change their behaviour, since now activities like juggling or squirting flowers are prefered over other more energy consuming activities like riding an unicycle or body comedy (it depends on the breed: Mimes don't change as much because their behaviour is already pretty calm! Tho they might pretend to melt into an invisible puddle when they're too hot, so be careful!!). So Honk Honk being tired and eepy is normal, specially when the shedding has just begun since it takes a lot of energy for them to change into more appropriate costumes, similar to the processes of invertebrates!

So if you live in a hot area, and your clown has just started shedding, what can you do ? First, leave them some space to shed in peace. They're more tired at this time so they tend to look for calm spaces hidden from view to avoid being hunted, and they might also prefer to have company to feel safe. Their makeup is also going to be runny from sweat, so if you can find some nice, clown specific waterproof makeup for them it would help them feel better. You should also renew the water inside their flowers to help them keep cool (unless your clown, like poor Honkie, is unable to squirt, in which case spraying their wigs with cold water might help). Most important, make jokes for them at this time! They're unable to be funny because their sleepy, so make sure to be the fun of their time to keep their fun energy up while the go through this process. High caloric intake is also important: make sure they eat a good variety of hamburgers, hot dogs and, for the breeds that need it, lots of candy! Party Clowns need a lot of birthday cake and snacks like chips in general so make sure to stack up, they're gonna need it!!

Finally, make sure your clown has a lot of balloons to inflate and transform into stuff in this time, to keep them entertained and also help their minds be exercised so they don't loose mass in their brains from not joking around. Hope this little post was helpful!! If you want to add anything, or expand with other breeds like Fools and Pierrots, definetly do so!!

#clown #clown care #clown husbandry #clown pet #clowns #memes #circus #clown posting #clowncore #clownblr #clown breeding #clown memes #clown meme #party clown

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eggsaladstain · 1 year

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working on an olek/ling yi fic and i have many thoughts about them, so here we go.

the thing i really love about these two is that, for all their superficial differences, they are, at their core, fundamentally the same - two working class teenagers longing for a new life and the opportunity to be more than what the world expects them to be.

when olek and ling yi are first introduced, both their faces are obscured, olek’s by dirt, and ling yi’s by her heavy geisha makeup. in olek’s case, his status as a stoker renders him nearly invisible. he blends into the background with his coal-stained clothes and is virtually indistinguishable from the rest of the workers, a small cog in a vast machine. he isn’t seen as a person, just a tool to be wielded and used in service of the ship. in ling yi’s case, her makeup draws attention and puts her on display. the wig and kimono transform her from a peasant girl into an elegant geisha, and in her costume, she stands out among the other passengers but only as a porcelain doll, an exotic little bird, a piece of fine art or entertainment ready to be purchased.

despite their opposing social classes, neither of them are really treated as individuals. olek is called derogatory names and ordered to do the difficult, dirty jobs while ling yi is spoken at instead of to by people like lucien who project their own desires and assumptions onto her.

but when they meet for the first time, it’s obvious that they can see each other in a way that no one else does. olek initially lowers his gaze out of respect for ling yi’s status as a first class passenger but he also recognizes that she is just a scared, shivering girl and immediately offers her the coat off his back. and after they exchange names, his demeanor shifts - he meets her eyes and looks at her, and from then on, he is always looking at her, seeing her and understanding her without needing words. unlike lucien, he speaks to her, offering her an escape without hesitation, checking to see if she’s okay, letting her know where he’s going. in return, ling yi doesn’t see a dirty, nameless worker, she sees a boy who is not much older than herself, a boy who saves her from her nightmares, who offers her warmth, who is a much-needed source of comfort. he is not like everyone else and he is not like the other men she has known and would have known in her life as a geisha - she sees the kindness in him, and she can’t help but be drawn to him.

and from that point on, we see them break free from the versions of themselves we were first introduced to. olek takes a more active role on the ship, standing up to the rest of the workers and trying to warn eyk about the mutiny, directing the other survivors to build a fire to keep the furnace running, and going up to the bridge to steer the ship through the storm. ling yi finds her own voice again after being silenced for so long, and olek is the first stranger she speaks to, the first person she confesses her secret to. as a geisha, she had no control over her body or her life, but once she sheds that identity, she is free to make her own choices, and she chooses olek time and time again. she chooses to stay with him rather than join the women searching for survivors, she chooses to kiss him, she chooses to follow him wherever he goes no matter the danger.

all of the pairings on this show are great in their own ways but there is just something so compelling about two people who find each other against all odds, who see each other when no one else does, who have a connection that transcends language, and who get to be gentle together in the midst of chaos.

#1899 meta #1899 netflix #1899 #olek x ling yi #ling yi x olek #olek #ling yi #meta

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denimbex1986 · 3 months

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'Cillian Murphy went to extreme lengths for his stellar performance in Oppenheimer - and it clearly paid off.

While the 47-year-old Irish actor has maintained his youthful looks throughout his time on-screen, appearing somewhat ageless, the star underwent a drastic transformation for the hit Christopher Nolan-directed film, where he lost a considerable amount of weight.

His commitment to the role has seen him win rave reviews for his acting, with his talent recognised in tonight's BAFTA Film Awards, where he is nominated for Best Actor, alongside the likes of Bradley Cooper for Maestro. Best known for his character Tommy Shelby in BBC's Peaky Blinders, Cillian looked very different as he transformed into the "emaciated" J Robert Oppenheimer last summer.

The blockbuster, released in July 2023, follows the scientist as he developed the first atomic bomb as part of the secret Manhattan Project. Cillian lost a lot of weight to look like the renowned physicist, using techniques such as eating "an almond a day".

The actor said it took more than five months to prepare himself for the role, before admitting he had wanted to lose weight to give the character a "wide-eyed look" to show how he "never ate".

"I love acting with my body, and Oppenheimer had a very distinct physicality and silhouette, which I wanted to get right," he said in an interview. "I had to lose quite a bit of weight, and we worked with the costume and tailoring; he was very slim, almost emaciated, existed on martinis and cigarettes."

Cillian said he worked with professionals to perfect Oppenheimer's "silhouette and expressions" right before filming. Speaking to the New York Times, he said he tested himself on how little he could eat before advising against the extreme diet.

The actor did not reveal exactly how much weight he lost for the film, but did say the hectic schedule made him stop worrying about eating. He added how he was instead "running on crazy energy".

Actress Emily Blunt has also spoke out about Cillian's dramatic transformation, explaining what he ate as part of his gruelling diet. The 40-year-old, who plays Cillian's on-screen wife in Oppenheimer, said it was a "monumental undertaking" to lose the weight.

"He had such a monumental undertaking. And he could only eat, like, an almond every day. He was so emaciated," she said during an interview with Extra. Meanwhile, Christopher Nolan revealed a strange factor in the filming of his war drama - that everyone's schedule needed to revolve around Murphy's hair.

The Oscar award-winning director said that he is 'very allergic to wigs' in his movies. The Interstellar director revealed in an interview with The New York Times that he purposefully scheduled the filming of different scenes around his haircut so he never needed to wear a wig.

He said: "I did insist on scheduling it around Cillian's haircut. [Laughs] Because I'm very allergic to wigs in movies. I really wanted the film to not have any obvious artifice when it came to the way characters presented themselves."'

#Cillian Murphy #Oppenheimer #Christopher Nolan #Emily Blunt #BAFTAs #Tommy Shelby #Peaky Blinders

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thefamilybruno · 6 months

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Always You - COMPLETED

Summary:

In a wealthy suburb outside of Philadelphia, Adam Thorn, a wealthy trust fund twenty-something, is transformed into a literal beast for being spoiled, selfish, and, well, kind of an a$$hole. After years of isolation, Adam seeks companionship through Fairy Tale Romance, an online dating website, and meets an extremely handsome, extremely arrogant brewpub owner and self-proclaimed horror movie buff named Gaston.

Too afraid to accept his romantic feelings for Gaston, Adam convinces himself that he needs to find someone else, someone a little less arrogant and a little more empathetic, to break the spell. After all, what could be more important than becoming human again? And so, Adam messages a beautiful and kind bookworm named Belle. Unbeknownst to him, Gaston has also messaged Belle. What a mess.

Gaston is in love with Adam. Adam is in love with Gaston. Both of them are trying to move on from each other by courting Belle.

Idiots.

Pairings (end game): Gaston/Adam, Belle/Hans

Rating: E

Word Count: 82k

Thank you so much @annaofthenorthernlights for the lovely mood board! You are too sweet! I love it!

Excerpt below :)

On Halloween night, Gaston was putting the finishing touches on his Tiffany costume in the bathroom mirror - dark reddish purple lipstick, almost black in color, and smokey eyes of pink and purple and grey - when Adam walked in wearing a striped green, red, and blue shirt, denim overalls, and a reddish orange wig. He snaked his arms around Gaston’s torso from behind, resting his chin on Gaston’s shoulder so that he could see both of their reflections in the mirror.

“Hi, I’m Chucky. Wanna play?”

Gaston grinned. “Cute.”

“I can’t even find the right adjective to describe you.” Adam said, now smiling madly too. “I’m not sure how you manage to look sexy and ridiculous all at once.”

Gaston hummed as Adam nuzzled against the side of his face.

“I want to kiss you right now, but this lipstick took me five fucking minutes to apply.”

“We’ll mess it up later, I’m sure.” Adam unentangled himself and then turned Gaston’s body so face him. “Where’s your mole?”

“I haven’t worked up the courage to do it yet.”

“Can I do it for you instead?”

Gaston plucked the black waterproof eyeliner pencil off of the sink.

“Go ahead.”

Adam focused on creating a dark mole above Gaston’s lip, his brows furrowed together with concentration, which would have been adorable enough, but then Adam stuck out his tongue and Gaston couldn’t contain himself anymore - he grabbed Adam’s wrist to pull it away from his face and proceeded to plant a sloppy kiss on his boyfriend's lips. Adam pushed him away.

“Ugh, you dick,” he complained before trying to rub the lipstick off of his lips while Gaston sputtered a wicked laugh. “What are you laughing about? You messed up your look too.”

Gaston picked up the tube of lipstick so that he could fix his face.

“Worth it,” he said as he moved to reapply the dark red color.

When he was finished, he and Adam took a moment to admire themselves in the mirror, both of them smiling like they really were two murderous psychopathic dolls, and then Gaston threw an arm around Adam’s shoulders.

#batb fanfic #beauty and the beast #beautyandthebeastfanfiction #adam/gaston #batb 91 #gaston #adam x gaston #beast/gaston #beast #belle #Hans #halloween fic

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pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow · 2 years

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Theatre LMK au (note: since my spellcheck keeps fucking me over, we'll be using MK and Mei instead of their actual names for this post):

Ok, so this is a three-part show, done like that one fucking 18 hour opera in the sense that you have to go see all the parts to get the full story.

It's also not unlike Come From Away in terms of how many cast and crew members there are and everyone playing multiple roles.

Each season is one show, with a brief transition screen (the animation shown at the end of the episode) flying in from segment to segment. The entire stage rotates, with a total of three relatively constant sets and one space that's used for whatever special thing is needed. The constants are the noodle shop, Monkey King's lair, and a generic forest area.

DBK is actually three different people all moving the suit around and one of them shouting all the lines (the other two are usually the guys who play Silver and Gold because they're on the least).

PIF's hair is a wig that she built herself. She also does WBD's makeup.

The possession moments are actually a really complicated transition sequence done one of two ways if it's onscreen. There's either a convincing body double and a well-timed fall-to-swap (onstage person falls, 'possessed' falls w/them, og rolls off as the 'possessed' one rises) with the original actor for that character now wearing special contact lenses, or creating a smokescreen and focusing attention away from that character for the five seconds they need to put the contacts in. It's part of why when Monkey King is possessed, there's a cut to MK's reaction.

The falling trick is also used for Macaque's appearances and disappearances. It's combined with trapdoors in the stage and hidden swinging/rotating panels in the sets.

Lots of little gadgets that shoot out fake fire. Red Son is responsible for their creation and testing.

Related to that, his actual hair looks a lot like the character hair, but he wears a wig that has fake fire tech built in that allows it look like live flame with the flick of a button (usually hidden in his sleeves and handed off to PIF when that's not an option).

All of the demon characters have on a MASSIVE amount of body paint and complex makeup to make the horns and glowing eyes look 'natural'.

A lot of the comedy moments are improvised and change from show to show.

Holographic effects are used for the clones. Clones that interact with real objects are done via a similar-looking actor hiding in a hologram that's modded to work with their body instead of being pre-programmed in it's moments.

The light and soundboard have the ability to insert light and sound effects on the fly for improvised comedy bits.

WBD is actually played by three different people: The girl, her twin, and a woman who looks like the girls if they were older. They swap out off-screen or when the lights briefly go dim before revealing the creepy glow.

Scorpion Queen and Spider Queen are played by the same woman, in an almost identical costume. The body stays the same with the limbs being switched out. Silver and Gold (much like with DBK) control the body's motions so she can use her arms and say the lines without needing to worry about moving the bulky costume.

Macaque is a certified stage combat instructor, qualified for both weapons and bare-hand combat. He teaches MK and Sun how to fight with a staff and has the entire cast go through basic warmup exercises every day.

Tang is the group historian/researcher. He works with Sandy to make the sets more accurate and leaves notes for the costumers.

Mei and Red Son are the primary tech-geeks in the group and built a majority of the transforming mechs and cars out of scrap and old vehicles.

The purple demon that corrals Silver and Gold is the stage manager. She only has 3 appearances in the entire show because she's calling cues and herding everyone to where they need to be the rest of the time. The lever she pulls in season 3 is just about the only scripted bit that calls for special effects that she doesn't call and is triggered by her pulling the lever from one side to the other.

There are about seven extras in total, all of whom are constantly donning new wigs and accessories to look like different people. Whichever one of the WBD girls isn't currently onstage/about to go on helps with hair clips and checking for any quick-change mistakes. All of the other background people are just well-painted set-pieces and actors for named characters that aren't appearing in this episode or the next one.

Red Son not appearing in Season 2 and most of Season 3 was because of the larger amount of robots it was necessary to operate. He's controlling all of the little spiders and creating the creepy flickering lights during Macaque's mini-shows.

The shadow effect for Macaque is one of the most complicated things they work with. From hidden doors and panels, to brief blackouts, to wire harnesses that have to be disguised on the spot, the appearances and disappearances of a certain monkey are pure evil.

Nezha is the assistant stage manager. He was only persuaded to appear in the 3rd show when it was promised that he wouldn't have to be onstage for long. He's almost always standing in for straight-man characters whenever someone needs to practice lines and their partner isn't available.

The crew is surprisingly chill with each other. Unlike Phantom's orchestra, they mostly get along.

Pigsy is a great cook both on and offstage. He's in charge of catering and makes sure to set aside some extra snacks for younger actors and anyone doing an especially complex scene.

The jokes about Wukong having stage fright are based off of an actual conversation he and MK had during their very first tech week.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lego monkie king #sun wukong #lmk mk #lmk Mei #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk monkey king #lmk nezha #lmk xiaojiao #red son #demon bull king #princess iron fan #demon bull family #spider queen #scorpion queen #silver and gold #lmk bai he #lmk white bone spirit

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randomoranges · 1 year

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fits as au and canon

finally, the third and last idea from that one song from the other day lamao

Bright Red Lipstick [And We’ll All Sing Along]

It’s the last holiday show and Kate is a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, she’ll miss the fanfare of the holiday bonanza and presenting these particular numbers, but on the other, she can’t wait to find her usual costumes and put every rendition of All I Want for Christmas and Santa Baby behind her. She loves her friends who work with her dearly, but she’s officially reached her limit. She’s tired and exhausted, but she’s also very much well aware that in a week’s time, she’ll miss the vibrant backstage atmosphere and the thrill of performing. It’s her yearly conundrum and she’s far too used to it to do anything about it.

Kate makes sure her wig is ready, before she brings it up to her vanity mirror to see how it looks. So far, the hair clips with the decorative holly are holding up nicely and they really make the wig look festive. She’s about to start on her makeup, figuring she can ask one of her friends to help her with the zipper on her dress, when there’s a very distinctive knock at her door. She puts her cream down and walks over to the door, opening it to reveal her boyfriend.

How it is that Étienne manages to sneak backstage time and again is beyond her, but she’s ever so pleased to see him and she ushers him in, closing the door behind them both. She supposes that by now, most of her friends have at least ran into Étienne once and there is the fact that Étienne can be very persuasive and charismatic when he wants to, even if the fact remains that he shouldn’t sneak around backstage. But, she’s not about to complain, if it means that she can have a few more minutes with her beau.

For starters, it isn’t every day that her boyfriend can come and see her perform, despite what they would both like and the fact that he’s here, for the last show of the holiday special, does give her an extra boost of energy. After tonight, she’ll be off until her birthday and she’ll get to spend that time with her beloved Étienne. She’s definitely looking forward to that.

“These are for you, my dear,” Étienne says, holding out a bouquet of flowers like he always does when he comes to see her shows. She pretends that she’s flustered by the gesture, if only for the sake of appearances, but she still retrieves the vase she keeps under the vanity for such occasions and fills it with water from the adjacent sink. She places the flowers on the side of her dresser and looks at them for a moment, smiling softly.

“I hope I’m not bothering you in your preparation,” Étienne mentions and she dismisses him with a hand as she returns to her mirror. There’s a reason she arrives extra early to prepare. Well – there are many reasons as to why she arrives early. Notably, she likes to give herself time to rehearse her number or numbers at least three more times and she doesn’t want to rush her preparation. Kate likes having the time to get dressed and do her makeup and if ever something doesn’t collaborate along the way, then she has the time to get it right. Plus, there’s always someone having some crisis or other and by being here, she can give a helping hand and not fall behind on her own preparation. Finally, on the nights that Étienne gets to see her perform, she can indulge in his company for a few minutes, before shooing him away.

“Absolutely not; you can help me with the dress.” She motions to the zipper and Étienne steps up behind her to do it up. He then hooks his chin over her shoulder and wraps his arms around her waist, all the while watching her start her transformation. He knows not to bother her and Kate has come to find out that Étienne can actually stay still and simply watch, so she lets him.

Étienne kisses her shoulder and she smiles at him through the reflection in the mirror. He leans his head back on her shoulders and quietly watches, mesmerized, as she transforms masculine traits into more feminine ones; exaggerating some along the way and picking the shades of eye shadow that’ll give her the look she wants. He likes watching the transformation, fascinated by the spectacle and the skill set needed. He is, and remains, an artist, after all and he is captivated by the magic happening before his eyes.

Kate keeps the conversation light, as she picks up one brush and another, glad Étienne gets to be here and watch her perform for the holiday specials. For as much as she misses her old numbers and familiar dresses, there is also something special with this particular holiday dress. The design had been Étienne’s and they had spent many a late night conversation going over details and corrections, between fits of giggles, as Étienne had done his very best to put her vision to paper. He had offered to make the dress, but she had politely declined, preferring to have it done on location. It would be easier that way for fittings and alterations. She could have put something together herself, but she’d been given carte blanche for this and had wanted to do something a little bit different and bold.

“Green suits you, my dear.” Étienne murmurs into her neck. There’s a pleased little besotted look to his face that warms Kate’s insides, despite what she may say. She indulges him, giving the hand resting on her abdomen a squeeze, before she applies the last line of eye shadow.

“You say that because it’s your colour.”

Étienne chuckles; a cat caught with its paw in the cream, and denies nothing. Instead, he holds her a little closer and lets out a content little happy sigh, as if there’s no other place he’d rather be at the moment.

There’s just her lipstick left, when Kate gets an idea. She wiggles out of Étienne’s embrace and sits on the vanity counter, motioning to her boyfriend to step closer. He does as he’s told, curious, and leans in, closing the gap between them. Kate applies the lipstick, no longer needing to look in a mirror, having done this so many times that she could do it with her eyes closed, before she presses a kiss to Étienne’s right cheek, leaving a bright red stain where her lips had been.

“What are you doing?” Étienne asks, chuckling as Kate starts over with her process and then does the same with the other cheek.

“Giving you Christmas kisses,” She answers, as if it’s the most obvious of things, before placing a third kiss to the corner of Étienne’s lips.

Her boyfriend lets her do as she pleases, and Kate only stops when she believes that she’s left enough bright red kiss marks on Étienne’s face.

She sits back, pleased with herself, and observes her handiwork for a moment. Étienne looks lovely this way and utterly content to have been kissed silly by her.

“You know what you should do,” She starts, cupping his chin with her hand, “You should leave these on when you go out to watch the show.”

Étienne gives her a look, pondering, and she knows that he’ll end up doing it. He likes to please her and this is the type of thing he would not mind doing at all. In a way, it would be a very public way of letting others around him know that Kat e has chosen him and he’s bound to announce this fact like a proud peacock.

“With pleasure,” He says, proving her point.

She beams at him and pecks his lips one more time, before sending him off to find his seat. With a final wave, Étienne wishes her luck and promises to find her after the show, and then lets her finish up her preparations.

FIN

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