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whencartoonsruletheworld · 1 year

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funniest disney history facts i can think of atm

literally EVERYBODY thought the lion king was gonna flop and pocahontas would be their greatest movie ever made. people begged to ditch lion king and work on pocahontas.

the reason robin hood ends so abruptly is that there was an actual ending planned and storyboarded but the crew spent too long arguing about everyone’s fursonas to finish animating it

madam mim was way less comedic in the original book but because her character was too similar to maleficent (who was in their latest film at the time), the sword and the stone crew decided to differentiate her by making her fucking hilarious

when making a goofy movie, jeffrey katzenberg (studio chairman at the time) told bill farmer to give goofy “a normal voice.” farmer, who had been voicing goofy for eight years at that point, including in the goof troop show that a goofy movie was a sequel to, was very confused. after making an attempt they decided to scrap that note completely.

as of march 2023, farmer is still voicing goofy, and tony anselmo has been voicing donald since 1986. the 2017 reboot of ducktales, which was slated as “wanting to do for donald what goofy movie did for goofy,” featured both actors as those characters; they had also been doing the voices for the original ducktales and goof troop/goofy movie. all the times goofy and donald interact in the 2017 ducktales however, donald was voiced by guest star don cheadle as a joke

current voice of mickey mouse bret iwan has stated that he has attempted to play kingdom hearts and did not do well

disneyland’s current world of color halloween overlay features a plot that is basically “the disney villains simultaneously adopt a goth kid” and i love it

people will make jokes about “well math says that the beast would’ve been 11 when he was cursed” well that was actually the original intent, but a flashback scene of baby beast was scrapped because he looked “too much like eddie munster”

when disney sent a representative to pixar to check on toy story production, she was like “this is all great! what style of music are you thinking” and they were like “for what” “for the songs” “we uh. we weren’t gonna have. any songs” and she went dead silent and then went “i have to make a call” and left the room

saludos amigos and the three caballeros were made as ww2 propaganda. the government commissioned disney to make movies to make latin america like them so that they wouldnt side with the nazis and provide them an in to invade, and latin america really liked donald duck so

saludos amigos was apparently the first time many usamericans realized that latin american people were like. people. film historian alfred charles richard jr said that the film “did more to cement a community of interest between peoples of the americas in a few months than the state department had in fifty years”

while latin america generally liked both films, chilean cartoonist rené rios boettiger fucking hated the chilean segment of saludos amigos, seeing the main character of pedro the plane as a weakass bitch, so in response he created condorito, the most popular comic character in all of latin america

disney wanted to adapt ts eliot’s old possum’s book of practical cats. his widow adamantly refused, and then sold the rights to andrew lloyd webber bc he wanted to make it sexy and she said “tom would’ve liked that”

in case you haven’t seen the defunctland, walt disney wanted epcot to be a futuristic utopia where he was basically the dictator. then he died so they just made it another theme park

speaking of defunctland the first defunctland video was on disneyworld’s alien attraction and please watch it. please it’s so funny

after the huge failure of the black cauldron disney was going to shut down its animation department. the department tried to convince them to keep them alive by showing them the one scene they had finished for the next movie– the mouse burlesque from the great mouse detective. it worked

the only attraction the black cauldron ever got was in tokyo disneyland where they put a tour under cinderella’s castle where everyone had to escape the disney villains trying to kill them, only to end at the horned king and the cauldron, who would try to sacrifice them to satan. this tour was popular but was closed in the early 2000s as the tunnels didn’t fit earthquake regulations and i want it in disneyworld so bad

walt disney once referred to his unionizing workers, led by goofy’s creator art babbitt, as “commie sons of bitches,” and i want a mickey build-a-bear that calls me a commie son-of-a-bitch whenever i squeeze its paw

#disney #disney history #mine

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another-lost-mc · 10 months

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Imagine Vampire Lord!Diavolo receiving a sacrificial human as a gift. He's delighted but pretends to act horrified and sympathetic to the poor little thing's plight. Blood tastes horrible if the human is terrified. So, for months he lulls them into a false sense of security. Lavishing them with care, gentlemanly behaviour, and isolation for their safety of course!

Let the human delude themself into thinking they had a choice. Vampire Lord!Diavolo mouth waters at the thought of their favourite pet voluntarily offering their blood to him. By then, the trap has long snapped shut. Pleaseee we need more gilded cage, manipulative Diavolo because the potential is limitless!!

A/N: I might've gotten a little carried away with this one.

Vampire!DIAVOLO x gn!Reader, 2.3k words, nsfw, dark themes/content.

Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking, predator/prey dynamics, kidnapping, coercion, manipulation, implied isolation/imprisonment, minor violence, pet names, some sexual content.

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Vampire Prince!Diavolo who hosts monthly gatherings for the other vampire nobles. The abducted humans, like sweet sacrificial lambs, are brought to the castle for the vampire lords to prey on. It’s an archaic practice, but tradition is important to his people.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who doesn’t usually participate in these events himself—Barbatos ensures that all the humans he needs for consumption are delivered to the castle dungeons regularly—but he catches a whiff of an unusual scent in the air.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who finds you huddled at the edge of the room while several nobles leer at you, taunting you as they delight in your torment. Underneath the acrid scent of fear pouring off you in waves, he detects the hint of something scrumptious. It makes his mouth water and he’s overcome with the temptation to claim you for himself.

(He’ll need to do something about the bitterness currently tainting the blood in your veins if he wants to enjoy you properly.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who murmurs instructions to Barbatos and slips away from the party. He sits on his throne in the empty council chamber and waits.

Barbatos finishes his tasks and returns to the prince's side quickly. “Everything is as you requested, my lord.”

“And our guest?”

“Frightened but unharmed. It won’t be long.”

There’s a scuffle outside the door and then a loud, pounding knock. Two guards push the doors open and escort you inside. One of them shoves you forward and you stumble to your knees before the prince.

“Enough,” Diavolo orders as he rises from his throne. You try to crawl away from him, but you're paralyzed by fear. His impressive frame towers over you, and there’s an angry glint in his eyes when he snarls at the guards who skitter away with hasty apologies to their lord.

His face softens as he kneels down on one knee before you, hands held out in front of him as if to show you he means no harm. He’s careful not to touch you; you’re still trembling like a pitiful little mouse.

He almost feels guilty that you ended up here—a tasty morsel for beasts much stronger than you—but then he wouldn't have this chance to have you for himself, would he?

“You must be cold,” he says apologetically. The thin material of the simple robe you were given to wear—similar to the other human guests—leaves little to the imagination. Diavolo unclasps his cloak and drapes it over your shoulders.

You stare at him dumbstruck; you’re too scared to move, too scared to breathe.

He leans forward and scents the air discreetly. The foul stench of fear is stronger now, but so is the undercurrent of your natural scent. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from licking his lips.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who promises that no harm shall come to you, so long as you are respectful and follow the rules you are given. He insists that you’ll be given a spacious room of your own near the finest library in the castle.

(You don’t need to know that it’s his own private library in the royal quarters where only you and he reside.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo, who asks you to call him by his name, escorts you personally to your new room. He had Barbatos prepare this for you once he decided you would be his.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who hopes you’ll appreciate the luxuries he’s giving you: a large bed with the finest silk sheets, a private bathroom, a writing desk and record player. There’s an empty walk-in closet that the prince intends on filling with tailored clothes to accentuate your lovely features, in all the colours he thinks will best compliment your eyes and complexion.

(You’ll be beautiful for his eyes alone.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who spends as much time with you as he can. He wants you to get used to his presence in the hopes that one day you'll crave his company instead of simply tolerating it. He makes time in his schedule so he can join you for each meal Barbatos brings to your room.

Your hand shakes nervously and the cutlery scrapes unpleasantly against the china plate. Diavolo pretends not to notice as he takes a sip from the chalice of blood he’s brought with him in lieu of eating food.

“If there are any particular foods you enjoy, please let me know. I’ll see to it that Barbatos prepares your meals especially suited to your tastes,” he says as he lowers his glass, licking a stray drop of blood from his lip.

You glance nervously at the glass in his hands and back up to his eyes, and you sit up in your chair like you're trying to muster enough courage to speak your mind.

(My brave little mouse, he thinks as he tries not to grin with amusement.)

“You’re not…you’re not going to kill me?” You guessed your true purpose for being here. Memories slowly returned to you of the night you were abducted, how a stranger’s whisper in your mind commanded you to sleep. You woke up here, surrounded by other scared humans like yourself and thrown into a crowd of vampires of all things.

You were certain you were going to die when you were nearly dragged from that ballroom by those brutish guards. You have no idea what a vampire prince could possibly want from you, except to kill you himself after he bleeds you dry.

Diavolo chuckles and shakes his head. His eyes glitter brightly with amusement, and he smiles when he raises the glass to his lips again for another sip. “If I wanted your blood, don’t you think you’d be dead by now?”

Dead like the rest of the humans you were brought here with hangs unspoken in the air between you.

You finish eating in silence as you contemplate his words. Barbatos clears the dishes away when you're done and leaves you alone with the vampire prince who seems determined to be your friend.

Diavolo stands from the table. “It’s a lovely evening, and the night-blooming roses in my private garden are exquisite. Would you like to join me?”

He holds his hand out to you; you hesitate for a moment before resting your hand in his. You see the tips of his fangs when he smiles.

You make very few requests at first, but as days turn into weeks, you grow comfortable in the new home he has made for you. You abide by his one very simple request: not to venture outside this wing of the castle.

(“For your own protection,” Diavolo told you in those early days.)

Your days are lonely but comfortable, passing by in a blur of endless books from the impressive library not far from your room, and the growing collection of new music for your record player.

Sometimes you wake up in the mornings and things are not quite how you left them the night before. You assume it’s the work of Barbatos, the only other vampire you’ve met since that first night. He tidies your room discreetly when you're in the library so he doesn't disturb you. He also passes his master’s greetings and well wishes to you each morning when he brings you breakfast.

“Do you clean my room at night when I’m asleep?” you ask him one morning before he leaves. “I feel terrible if that’s the case—you don’t need to do that.” You want to tell him it's creepy and invasive, but you find the vampire prince's butler even more intimidating than the prince himself.

Barbatos glances at you as he tidies your breakfast dishes on a tray, and he almost looks annoyed and surprised by your question. He huffs out a quiet sigh of exasperation. “It seems that my lord wants to ensure your comfort and safety, even in the darkest hours of the night."

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who dotes on you lavishly, who ensures everything you could ever want or hope for, is yours.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who realizes that genuine feelings of affection have begun to bloom for you deep within the chasm of his hollow heart. He enjoys your quiet laughter when he tells you amusing stories about his fellow nobles, and he misses your thoughtful advice when he’s too busy with official duties to visit you.

The first time he has to leave the castle for an overnight excursion, he’s fraught with anxiety about leaving you behind.

He can’t bring you with him, either. It’s too risky—he doesn’t want any of the other lords near you. Your once-foul stench has dissipated over time, and the nectar flowing in your veins is starting to bloom like the aroma of the finest wine.

He comes to your room to say goodbye, but when he backs away towards the door to leave, you lift your hand like you want to stop him. The truth shines in your eyes when they mist over with too many emotions to name, and you choke out a stuttered farewell of your own.

(You’re scared of being alone for the first time since you were brought to this strange, dark place. You have no one else but him, and he knows it.)

He leaves the castle with a hint of a smile on his face, satisfied with the revelation that you are going to miss him too.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who returns to you after only a few days apart, and you nearly fly across the room into his arms when he greets you warmly. He doesn’t disguise his longing for you, or his happiness to be with you again. (Have you always been this lovely?) He holds your hands in his as he inquires about your well-being. He sits next to you and answers your questions about his trip as Barbatos brings you tea.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who scents the air while he visits with you. Your fear and sorrow has all but disappeared, leaving nothing but the fragrance of your delicious scent. It’s even better than he hoped for. He’s been so patient and waited so long for this moment.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who reaches for your hand and strokes your wrist with his fingers as he leans closer to you. Your eyes darken with anticipation and your breath hitches, and his eyes dart down as you lick your lips nervously. He’s hungry for your blood, but he’s starving for the rest of what you can offer him—your body, your companionship, your unwavering devotion, your love.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who decides with absolute certainty to keep you by his side, the little mouse he shields from a world of monsters. Tomorrow will be a new beginning for both of us, he promises with a soft kiss against the back of your hand. His eyes linger on your neck when he pulls away, and you tilt your head slightly in submission.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who wakes up in the middle of the night when he hears you shout his name. He rushes down the hall and into your room, and he sees someone standing near your bed. He grabs the disguised intruder by the throat and pins him against the wall, fangs bared menacingly for daring to touch you. When Barbatos arrives, he offers to take care of the intruder so Diavolo can take care of you.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who picks you up despite your protests and carries you to his room. He tucks your head against his shoulder while he murmurs soothingly in your ear. He knows you’re not afraid, not anymore. In place of fear, all he can smell is your gorgeous aroma, laced with gratitude and love because he came when you needed him most.

(The intruder tried to convince you he was saving you from the wretched prince, but you don't want to be saved—not anymore.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who lays you on his bed and holds you close, but your hands fidget nervously against his bare chest. Your eyes are blown black with lust and he can’t resist kissing you, not when your lips are so close to his.

(His little mouse looks even better trembling with desire rather than fear.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who covers your body with his own, and he sinks his cock inside you when he finally pierces your neck with his fangs. You clench your fingers in his back and his hair like you’re afraid he might leave you.

(He’ll never leave you, and he’ll never let you go.)

Barbatos sniffs as Diavolo walks past him into his study. His nose wrinkles at the overpowering scent of sweat and arousal and copper that clings to the prince. “I take it that things went well?”

Diavolo hums as he sits down heavily in his seat. “My little mouse is resting, but let’s make this quick.” He’s whet his appetite for your blood on his tongue and your body clenched around him, and he’s nearly overcome with how badly he wants more of you.

Barbatos leaves his office and returns a few minutes later with one of the vampire lords. “Lord Mephistopheles as you requested, my lord.”

Diavolo gestures towards the empty chair in front of his desk. “Sit down, Mephisto.” He leans back in his chair. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly, but it had to look convincing.”

(You'll never know the deadly consequence that awaited you if you failed Diavolo's final test of loyalty.)

Mephisto sits up stiffly in his chair. “Of course, I am but your humble servant, my lord. But if I may speak freely, your intended mate put up a more of a fight than I imagined.” He holds up one of his gloved hands gingerly. “I didn’t expect to be bitten by a human tonight.”

Diavolo subconsciously rubs over the slight indents of your teeth in his shoulder; you bit him to muffle your scream when you came on his cock. “Neither did I,” he murmurs, fangs bared when his lips curl into a wicked smile.

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Owlbear Vignettes

At first, Buddy sticks very close to Hector in camp. Hector was the one who fed him first. Hector is kind, with a soft voice. Hector gives him scritches between the ears and murmurs blessings Buddy doesn't understand. Hector is not Mother, but Hector is safe.

The others take some getting used to.

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Karlach is not expecting it, the first night Buddy tries to sleep in the tent with them. She's half-asleep and at first only dimly aware of claws jabbing through her clothes, which meld unpleasantly with a dream of stinging sparks in the Hells. Her eyes flicker open - and then she jumps as she comes face to face with an owlbear beak. Buddy has nestled himself between her and Hector, curled into a floofed-up ball.

"Aw, hells. Hec--" she says sleepily.

"Mmph?" Hector answers. "Wha-- ack!" There's a sudden sputtering noise as he rolls over into a faceful of feathers.

"That."

She hears Hector laugh softly in the darkness. "Buddy, you can't sleep there." He nudges at the cub's flank; Buddy makes a soft noise of objection. "Come on, Bud."

Buddy gives a chirping whine but allows himself to be displaced so Hector can snuggle in against Karlach again. The cub considers the situation for a moment, then flops deliberately on Hector's other side, staring at Karlach the whole time as if daring her to say anything about it.

"I think I have competition," she tells Hector with a grin.

"You're way prettier than he is, don't worry," Hector mumbles into her shoulder.

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Gale makes a picture of a woman, but she has no smell. Buddy doesn't like that. It seems wrong.

Wyll emerges from his tent to the sound of Waterdhavian-accented oration at full volume.

"That is the goddess of magic, Buddy. That is Mystra herself!" Gale is lecturing the little beast, poking a finger into Buddy's face. "You cannot simply swipe a claw through her as if she were a mouse you'd caught unawares. That is a disrespect of the highest order and I would have thought you smart enough to know better."

Buddy listens attentively, his head cocked over to one side, occasionally chirping whenever Gale pauses for breath.

"I understand that you are an owlbear and therefore not privy to the mysteries of the Weave," the mage goes on. "But that does not exempt you from a certain level of basic decency towards the divine. I will thank you to remember this in future and improve your decorum."

Wyll grins, folding his arms as he watches this little display unfold. "Do you want to try it again with an animal speaking potion?"

Gale sighs. "No, no, never mind. He's just a beast after all, he can't really be expected to understand."

"I don't know," Wyll says mildly. "Perhaps he has the right of it. A protective instinct, if you will, given the target does want you to blow yourself up. I think he's not the only one in camp who would give her a swipe if they could."

"I'll thank you to keep your disrespect to yourself as well," Gale says dryly. His fingers flick through the air, conjuring a new, glowing image of his goddess.

Buddy swats a paw through her again at once.

-----

The githyanki is sharp like Mother's claws. She snaps when Buddy comes close, sniffs disdainfully when he scarfs down some of the camp supplies. He steers clear and watches her from a distance.

He understands how this works. She is one of the alphas. She must be brought a gift before she will accept him in the flock.

One night, Hector watches with bemusement as the cub, his whole expression screwed up with deep owlbear concentration, drags a large dead rabbit through the camp.

Catching Hector's gaze, he drops the rabbit and chirps softly, wandering in a slow circle around his prize. His feathers fluff up in a deliberate attempt to make himself look bigger, as if to steel himself for a great challenge. Then he grabs the rabbit again by the head, and in a single smooth motion, drags it into the tent where Lae'zel is currently sleeping.

There is a brief moment of silence, followed by a yell that echoes through the whole camp. Buddy, still poofed out in all directions, comes sailing through the tent flap, tumbling end over end and hitting the ground some distance away. The dead rabbit follows closely thereafter.

The next morning, Lae'zel acts as if nothing happens, but Hector does note with some surprise that she gives Buddy an absent pat on the head every time she walks past him. Later, she offers him a torn off scrap of the hunk of jerky she grabs for her evening meal.

"You're not holding his midnight visit against him, then?" Hector asks her.

"On the contrary," she says gravely. "The creature offered tribute to me as its jhe'stil, and showed bravery in doing so. It has earned the respect due a beast of combat."

"But you threw him out of the tent!"

She looks at him unblinkingly. "Yes."

Hector considers trying to understand this, and then decides not to bother.

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Shadowheart rarely comes close at first to either Buddy or Scratch. She is wary of them as beasts of the forest. Scratch says she is afraid of wolves. Buddy is NOT a wolf - but he is almost as big as one, so he thinks maybe it makes sense.

She often looks at him like she would like to pet him, though. A few times, she does drift near, and lays her hand gently between his ears on the soft feathers at the nape of his neck. And he sees a little smile tug at her lips - but then there is a flash of magic around her hand, and she winces or cries out in pain and draws away.

Many weeks on, deep in the Shadowlands, there is a great commotion one night - an explosion of light and crashing and roaring in the distance. Buddy watches with great interest, and some concern, as Hector returns to the camp with Karlach and Wyll, all of them covered in blood and slime. Shadowheart, equally battered, follows behind them at a distance, her eyes hollow and her face even paler than usual.

Buddy finds her in her tent later, staring at the wall in the darkness. He sits in the tent flap and chirps questioningly.

"No. Go away," she mutters. "I can't--"

She falls silent. He chirps again, scoots a little closer to her.

"It hurt so much..." she whispers. "All this time, all that pain... for a lie..."

She gives a sudden hoarse, humorless laugh. "There was never any wolf. D'you know that? There was never any wolf at all."

He gives a soft, whickering sort of noise and nudges his head cautiously against her hand. There is no flash of magic, no cry of pain. He does it again. Her fingers fist suddenly into his feathers, pulling him towards her.

He squawks, alarmed, then relaxes as she presses her face into the soft down of his back and sobs.

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Late one night, Astarion tracks a deer through the woods. They're difficulty prey, jumpy and skittish, but his steps are light, an almost inaudible tread. And they have quite a lot of blood in them. The hunger gnaws at his stomach and his red eyes gleam in the moonlight.

Just a little closer...

His boot knocks against an ill-placed stone, barely a rustle of sound but enough. The deer lifts its head and gives a keening cry, and bolts.

"Oh-- damn it," he mutters, straightening out of his crouched position. His fingers flex with undirected frustration and he leans heavily against a nearby tree. "Damn, damn, damn." What a feast that would have been... the local squirrel population has been decent, but deer is something else entirely. One of his favorites, second only to the kobolds and, of course, the one pure draught he got from Hector's throat...

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an animal squealing in abject pain, a ripping, tearing noise of wet meat - and then a soft chirp. He looks down, puzzled.

Buddy is sitting looking up at him with bright, wide eyes. His beak is coated in blood, and he bounces in an excited circle around Astarion's feet before guiding him through the foliage nearby. The deer sits sprawled on the mossy ground, its head bent at an odd angle.

"Huh." Astarion raises his eyebrows, examining the gory tableau. His stomach growls audibly at the glinting shine of wet blood at the deer's throat. "Not badly done. I didn't think I was in the market for a hunting partner, but perhaps we should work together more often."

Buddy wiggles all over with excitement and butts his head against Astarion's leg.

"Yes, yes, you're very cute. Now stay out of the way and let me drain this thing before you start looking tasty as well."

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"No!" Minsc bellows, looking down at the cub imperiously. "You will stand aside, beast; though your talons be very sharp and your beak to match, Minsc will bear each scratch before you shall lay one claw upon Boo!"

Buddy cowers back, his eyes very wide and all his feathers standing up, as the berserker towers over him. Boo sits atop Minsc's head and squeaks angrily down at the cub from his perch.

"Minsc!" Jaheira steps in between them, raising one hand before Minsc can speak again. "Calm yourself. I heard you all the way across the camp. What is the matter?"

"Minsc woke to find the little feather-beast eyeing Boo with the hungriest of eyes," Minsc says fiercely. "Does he think Boo a little snack to be feasted upon?!"

"No doubt," Jaheira says calmly, struggling not to smile; Minsc is obviously incensed, and yet there is something comical in seeing him stare down the little round ball of feathers with such ferocity. "For he is a beast of nature; why should he know otherwise?"

"Well, he shall not have him!"

"Peace." Jaheira crouches next to the owlbear, murmurs a spell under her breath; green light flares around her body. "Do you hear me, cub?" she murmurs.

Buddy goes very still; his feathers flatten out and he stares at her with wide eyes. "You... speak?" he whispers.

"With all the wisdom that nature gave me." She smiles, reaches out to scratch him under the chin. "You must leave the hamster alone. For he is Minsc's to protect, as you are Hector's."

The cub chirrups skeptically. "Rat. Tasty," he points out.

"There is no shortage of rats in the city," Jaheira says dryly. "We shall find you other meat. But you must promise to leave Boo in safety."

Buddy makes a soft grumbling noise. "All right. Promise," he mumbles.

Jaheira looks up at Minsc, her eyes glinting with amusement. "The bargain is made," she says soberly.

"Ah." Minsc brightens up at once and grins. "Good. Minsc did not want to kick such a little, cute butt, if there was any helping it."

Buddy trots along at Jaheira's side as she walks away; his sharp little eyes peer up at her excitedly. "You speak. New Mother?" he asks hopefully.

"Gods. No," Jaheira sputters. "I am no more your mother than I am Minsc's Wychlaran; where does everyone get these ideas?"

Buddy's ears turn down. "Just hoped."

She pauses, then smiles faintly. "I may not be your mother, cub, but I think you have a whole camp full of family. As creatures of the wilderness go, you have it made."

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Withers examines the cub closely as it creeps around the edge of the camp, watching him from the shadows. "I offer no threat to thee, little beast," the skeleton intones gravely. "Thou hast no need of secrecy."

Buddy chirps. Emerging from the shadows, he sits at Withers' feet, looking up at him.

Withers' expression does not shift. "Indeed," he murmurs. "A creature without mooring. Untethered and yet bound. A matter of luck... or of fate."

Buddy tips his head slowly to one side.

"Thou art a pillar, upon which is built the lever which shall move the world." The faintest hint of a smile twists the skeleton's lips. "And yet thou knowest it not. This is as it should be. By such truths does all remain in balance."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #owlbear cub #karlach #wyll ravengard #gale of waterdeep #lae'zel #shadowheart #astarion #bg3 drabble #bg3 fic #minsc #jaheira #withers #idk how good this is but i had a lot of fun writing it XD #drabble

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adrianasunderworld · 1 year

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Okay so I'm sorry for word vomiting here but I've got this AU that I've been developing in my head for the past few weeks. I call it my Disney Crossover/House of Mouse/When I say everyone loves Yuu, I’m talking about the entire Disney animated multiverse AU.

(I’m going to be referring to Yuu as she/her because of my own pronouns)

Basically, Yuu ends up working at the House of Mouse every night for extra money because Crowley sucks. She travels through a magic mirror in Ramshackle. Everyone there loves her: the (human and animal) adults think of her as their daughter, the animals love her (she’s not a beast tamer for nothing), the kids constantly want to hang out with her and even the villains have a soft spot for her (mainly because she treats them like normal people and not as villains. She’s super kind and sweet to them even when they try to scare her). Somehow, they realise that they don’t really know who she is or how she got there or anything so they ask her about it and she’s like “it’s a long story I don’t want to explain the whole thing.”

So due to either Disney Magic™ or one of Professor Von Drake’s inventions, the entire Disney theatrical animated universe watch everything that’s happened to Yuu so far in Twisted Wonderland. So obviously this would lead to lots of questions and everything but that’s not what I want to talk about. Oh no. What I’m getting to is this:

Ship Wars.

Everyone sees how Yuu has got each and every boy at NRC wrapped around her little finger and she’s literally so dense and oblivious to how positively smitten and whipped they are for her so they play a little matchmaking. Obviously The Great Seven™ would want Yuu to get with their own Twisted versions. It was unprecedented. Normally every villain knows not to get on the bad side of the Mistress of all Evil but the second she’s like “she’s my future granddaughter, my Malleus has been courting him the day they met” WWIII breaks out.

The Heroes™ are at first like “why villains though?” before realising that the boys would rather chop off a limb before they would ever think about letting Yuu get anywhere near harm and they’re like “so for their wedding, I’m thinking…” Because what’s the biggest bragging right than having the beloved Yuu getting with someone that’s based on your story.

Listen, because I have ideas™ of villains trying to get their kid (yes, they see the boys as their kids, sue them) with Yuu and the heroes being like “Are you married? No. Move over.” Simba and Nala helping Leona with ‘Can You Feel the Love Tonight 2.0’ whilst Scar and the hyenas scheme in the shadows (the hyenas love Ruggie by the way. He’s an honorary member of the cackle), Aladdin and Jasmine hardcore shipping Kalim with Yuu (Aladdin to the other princes “they rode on a magic carpet and had an elephant parade. Perfect first date material right there.”) whilst JamilYuu shippers Jafar and Iago seethe, Alice may not know much about relationships but she’s got an imagination, an older sister and sees how invested the White Rabbit, card soldiers and the Queen and King of Hearts are with RiddleYuu so she’s going to help. The Dwarves hate Vil. Snow White loves everyone. She just wants Yuu to be happy. Lovable himbo tries to get Idia and Yuu together but Meg just rolls her eyes and Hades yells at him for ruining his plans. Ariel and Eric see Azul, a mer who’s fallen in love with a human and they’re like “our time has come. Sebastian, get your voice ready.” and Ursula’s like “that might be the one good idea you two have ever had”. Maleficent has been MalleYuu Shipper No1 from the start (a title that Lilia had to give up to her after a one minute stare down). She already has a room prepared for the prefect for when she visits the Valley of Thorns. Aurora, Phillip and the three good fairies think that Malleus is a sweet boy and are rooting for him.

Of course, there will be ship wars.

And don’t get me started on the battles that the villainous henchmen/sidekicks get with each other. If I have motivation, I might write something for this AU but I have a bunch of headcanons and scenarios for it. Also, Yuu is an honorary Disney Princess. She gets to sit with them at their table and has a personal invite to visit their castles whenever she wants so that they can have some girl time together. (Mulan and Merida mainly want to teach her how to use weapons and are 100000% ready to hunt down any of the boys that try to mess with her).

Listen, I love everything about this. House of Mouse was one one my favorite cartoons as a kid so i'm all on board for this. (It is an affront that the series is not on Disney+, but at least its on Youtube.)

Mickey tapping on the glass of the Ramshackle mirror: Hey, hey kid. Wanna work at my club?

All i'm thinking of is the episode where Max has a date with Roxanne and everyone swears not to embarrass him, and then proceeds to embarrass with their well intentioned attempts to make it perfect. Like dedicated Sebastian's Kiss the girl performance and setting up a Lady and Tramp style meal for them. That, but with the NRC boy of the week.

Miss Yuu: I'm going to be bringing my friend Azul this Friday. When he heard about the club he was interested to check it out for ideas for his lounge.

The entire cast of the little mermaid:

There is not a speck of chill in that establishment. Sebastian's going to perform Kiss the Girl. Ariel and Eric get the bright idea to invite them to sit with them like a double date. Ursula and batting the other villains from interfering with a stick. It's a mess.

Rinse and repeat every other week with a different student.

Imagine Hades trying to teach Idia how to be a quick smooth talker to get Yuu to go out with him and its just failing miserably. Or Yuu just glaring at the Magic Mirror in the lobby.

Or ladies night at the House of Mouse, and all the princesses insist Yuu sit them and enjoy the show, and Minnie assures her she can take a break for a while. Then upon Clarabells suggestion in the episode, they do a bachelor auction, Only the Bachalors are Vil, Malleus, Leona and whoever else they could rope into it. Only all the princesses are bidding on their favorites and then giving the date to Yuu.

And like you said, everyone sort of adopts Yuu in their own way. But Goofy especially is going full dad mode for Yuu. Just comes to her defense at any moment like he does with Max and its very sweet.

#twisted wonderland #miss yuu #the house of mouse

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mymainwastoocluttered · 1 year

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Random Twst things I think about all the time

How the everliving fuck does the Coral Sea work? Underwater cities that are actually part of the open sea? Do marine animals keep away from it? Do they talk? Do they talk like the movie they were inspired on?

Talking about animals, Disney movies are not consistent on which animals can talk and which can't and I'd love to know if that somehow means something for twst, because so far animals can't talk, but animal languages is a legit subject you can learn. Does everyone just learn the language?

Still onto that, what's up with beastfolk? Were they all animals at some point? I'd say yes, because Scar is very obviously a lion, and he's said to walk with hyenas. So the question is, who fucked the lions and hyenas how the beastfolk came to be?

Leona refers to himself as human, which might've been just a translation error, but... Huh. Fairly odd when merfolk refer to themselves as merfolk constantly.

Idia mentions that fae are different from humans (by pointing out Malleus) so the memory wipe thing needed to be in a different dosage for them. But merfolk and beastfolk can have the same dosage. How close to humans are merfolk an beastfolk? How different from humans are fae?

Of course, that's all based on the idea that humans are the base for the others, which... Not really scientifically accurate, since fish came first, so it wouldn't be odd to claim that humans are descendants of merfolk.

But, then again, Jupiter and the Age of Gods existed. I'm overthinking.

Still on beastfolk, how close to their animal parts are they? Do tails wag? Does sounds happen? They growl and all, but, like... They only growl. They do have some personality traits that match the animals, but, y'know. Same goes for merfolk, though they seem more attuned to their animal side since they constantly refer to it

Are all countries kingdoms? Are there republics?

What are direbeasts? Are they actually a problem? Are there beasts roaming around the world?

What's the deal with Idia's hair? Is it actual fire strands, or just hair that's technically on fire? Does it go out if he submerges his head?

Michael Mouse

Can we please get an event where we go to Twisted Wonderland's version of Latin America? Please. Michael, José Carioca and Panchito are right there. Please.

Is there tech that doesn't use magic? I mean, MC has a phone that supposedly isn't magic, but still, how common is stuff like that. Considering that we can safely conclude that everyone has magic in universe, just not everyone has magic potential to be a wizard.

Where the fuck is Crowley getting his money other than milking Kalim's family shamelessly, and allowing Azul to be a shady bitch on campus?

Deuce's delinquent backstory, please, Michael, please, I'm begging

Where are the other teachers in NRC? You can't convince me that there's only three teachers for a supposedly full school. I refuse to believe that.

What's Ramshackle's story? MICHAEL

Also, y'know, why is Yuu there and shit

OH, if, say, Leona has a kid with a human, will the kid be human or beastperson? Will the kid be 50/50? Will the kid be a lion beastperson? Same applies to merfolk? We know fae with humans creates crocodiles half-fae... Wait, is Sebek even a half-fae? His ears aren't pointy, but... Huh.

#I'd spend days reading up on the history of Twisted Wonderland if I got isekaid there #just to understand the fuck is going on #twisted wonderland #devaneios de bellee

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beansthough · 3 months

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BEANS BEANS BEANS BEANS BEANS I HAD THE CRAZIEST THOUGHT FOR LIKE A CROSS OVER THINGY IN YOUR SNAKE CHARMER AU!!!!

Wilbur is out doing his chores when he hears loud crying. He's obviously concerned but also a bit annoyed why Tommy hadn't just come and sought him out like normal- which usually means he did something bad.

Anyways he follows the crying calling out to Tommy how he won't be mad etc etc and stop hiding as he makes his way through a thicket of bushes only to be totally stunned when instead of finding Tommy, he finds a badly hurt dragon hybrid who is deathly afraid of him and everything.

Tallulah is baby dragon hybrid (bit younger than Tommy) and has stumbled her way into the Forest where everyone resides. She's just escaped a bunch of hunters and is hiding when Wilbur finds her. She's kinda cornered but Wilbur is eventually able to settle her. As soon as he talks about bringing her home to the village she panics and runs off.

Cue round two of Wilbur lying to everyone while he tries to adopt befriend his big little girl.

I think it would be really cute and the Wilbur would probably get Tommy involved because she needs somewhere safe to sleep till she's comfortable and Tommy would have someone his size to play and talk with. (Plus I just think it would be really sweet for Tommy to get a hug from someone big like him since he's a touch starved danger noodle)

Anyways.... THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT!!!!!!!! Have these and how are you btw?🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

OMG YESSSS!

I also like the idea that this is a little later in the au. If you don’t mind my own spin lol.

Like Tommy is finally fully integrated into the village and everyone is comfortable around him. He’s probably 16/ 17 now and Wilbur is 24/25.

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Wilbur and Tommy are out doing one of their routine hide and chase hunts when Wilbur hears quiet sniffles coming from behind a large bush.

Wilbur is first a little skeptical because Tommy has been known to play pretend hurt to get Wilbur to come to him instead of keeping up the chase.

He called out Tommy’s name in aggravation saying Tommy was to old for this trick, but he was surprised that instead of snickering he was met with complete silence.

Wilbur pushed through the bush and his heart leapt into his throat.

Instead of Tommy, he was met with black purple wings and a shorter tail. Small scaled hands with short talons covered a fearful face, only leaving a head full of chocolate curls with two horns poking through.

Wilbur took a deep breath after accessing the situation. It was a little girl. Way younger than when he found Tommy, or well when Tommy found him.

Wilbur speaks out a soft hello, only for her to whip her head out of her hands to meet Wilbur’s gaze.

Wilbur’s core shook to his core as those dark slit eyes focused on him. He had to steady his nerves. He had done this once before he could do it again. Wilbur cleared his throat.

“Hello there…” It was soft and comforting. “Are you lost Sweetheart?”

The dragon looked at Wilbur with fearful confusion, as if Wilbur wasn’t what she was expecting. But as her eyes lingered on him they seemed to round out in wonder. She had never met anyone like this before.

“My name’s Wilbur, what’s yours?” The dragon stayed frozen awhile longer, seeming to take in all of Wilbur’s features, the little beast nodded to herself and dug in a small bag that was at her side. She pulled out a sheet of paper that was way larger than Wilbur , crumbled and stained.

The mouse backed up a bit so the Dragon could lay it out before him. There on the page what was Wilbur assumed to be her name in chalky purple crayon wax. Some of the letters backwards, some the right way round.

“Tallulah?” The dragon perked up and leaned closer to Wilbur. The mouse only a little nervous at her hovering. “Can you speak?”

The hatchling shook her head in the negative before opening her mouth. “ l-little…” It was quiet and broken, as if the girl wasn’t use to speaking at all. “That’s alright, but could you try to tell me why you’re out here by yourself?” Tallulah opened her mouth but it slammed shut once more. Her eyes narrowed back into slits and she seemed to look beyond where Wilbur stood. Wilbur swallowed nervously.

Wilbur suddenly felt the grounds familiar trembles, and a nervous Tommy called out for him in the distance.

It’s just Tommy. Wilbur thought in relief, but before he could comfort the girl he found himself wrapped in a strong grip and a finger over his mouth. The mouse’s heart thudded against his chest.

Tallulah had snatched Wilbur off the ground and crawled in between a little pocket in the cliff wall that was behind it. It was almost perfectly crafted for the dragon’s size. No one larger would be able to fit through.

“Tallulah.” Wilbur was trying to be stern , but his voice trembled from the unexpected grabbing. “Tallulah, please put me down.” The dragon only held him closer to her chest, a long and quiet shhhhhhh coming out of her lips. “Hunters…” That one word held such fear, the girl didn’t even seem to be focused on him. Her mind somewhere else, but one of her small clawed digits kept petting Wilbur’s hair over and over again.

“It’s gonna be alright sweetheart. That just my brother.” But the Dragon didn’t seem to listen, she just softly rocked back and forth . Rhythmically running her finger over Wilbur’s hair.

Before Wilbur could say other word, a twig snapped outside breaking the girl’s since of comfort.

“Wilbur? Are you in there?”

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But AHHHHH I love this idea so much. The hurt comfort and more found family is everything.

But basically Tallulah using Wilbur as a teddy bear

I feel like after she get to know her uncle Tommy more she calms down, but that first night she was very fearful.

Wilbur will manage to lure her out of the cave and Tommy awkwardly tries to introduce himself. The bring Tallulah to one of Tommy’s old dens and Wilbur and Tommy take turns watching her and taking care of her before Tallulah says she comfortable enough to meet Phil and Techno, and then eventually the others

But yes just Wilbur and Tommy being the worst at keeping a secret that they are caring for a literal child.

(Pls pls pls let me know if you have anymore input!)

(Also I’m doing well! I have just been super busy with work and life, but glad to still be able to be on here❤️)

#the snake charmer au #mcyt g/t #qsmp tallulah #mcyt gt #giant/tiny #giant!tommy #tiny!wilbur #giant!tallulah #asks #worldbuilding #story building

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lostheretics · 1 year

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anywhere but home

‘ everything i’m used to for a while, i want to go far away from there. — anywhere but home, seulgi

✵ racer!yunho x racer!reader

✵ fluff, slight angst but ends nice i just want a ride with yunho and maybe ride yunho afterwards what a dream

there’s this magical feeling, filling you up from head to toe. the engine vibrating beneath your feet, the rumbling sound its making, the night sky, and the smell of geosmin entering your lungs from the previous rain,

everything feels just right.

just the right amount of good circumstance, a fine ride though with no real direction. the ghost is, once again out for the night.

your foot steps on the gas, the car engine roaring against the silent night and your heart beats fast, filled with adrenaline. the cold air blows against you but you felt hot; a pit of fire burning within you.

nothing like a night ride.

it didn’t last long, though. or is it?

so you thought, as another roar of a car catches your focus. its light got caught by your rearview mirror as it get closer, tailing right just behind your own car. out of your giddiness, slight baseless fear (in case they’re not who you think they are), and pride, you step on the gas. the speedometer goes high and higher in little amount of time, running away from the car behind you.

and to your guess, the car choose chase after you. of course he did, you thought.

for the past five minutes the car gave into your game of cat and mouse, chasing after your tail, feeding into the adrenaline rushing in your blood. you swerve left and right, trying your best to block it. you are an excellent driver, learning straight from the pro whose chasing you right at that moment.

but the cat has finally decide it’s time. the car behind you quickly swerve, one move that you couldn’t dodge from and easily outdrive you, now being the one leading the race. the car waste no time in stopping abruptly, making you step on your brake to its max, your head almost kissing your steering wheel.

“what the fuck, yu?” you yell.

the said man steps out of his car, standing by his door and staring at you with his soft brown eyes. the black shirt looks like it was made for him, fitting him just perfectly when in reality it’s merely a loose black tshirt. the wind blows against his overgrown brown hair, might be cold but it doesn’t seem to bother him at all.

you were almost speechless, anger long forgotten.

he walks closer to your side, his long legs takes him there in no time. he chuckles as he’s leaning against your door. “you really thought you could beat me with this baby of yours?” he says, implying the porsche you’re driving.

“i beat you before, i’ll beat you again.”

“you were driving your beast. i could beat your rx-8 with my skills and have 50-50 chance of winning, but this? no chance against my boy.”

you realize he was right, and you have nothing to counter his words. so you huff, “what do you want?”

he steps one feet away from your door and pulled the handle, opening your door.

“i want you to step the fuck out and move to the passenger side,” he demands, “i’ll be the one driving tonight.”

you raise an eyebrow, “this is my car.” you state.

“do i look like i care?”

“you’re leaving your car in the middle of nowhere?” you fight back for your seat still.

“san’s taking my car.”

just after he said those words, choi san emerges from the passenger side of yunho’s car quickly moving to the driver’s side. he gives you a light nod, stepping into the car after he said, “i’m heading out now. i wouldn’t wanna make him angry, y/n.”

then he just left, leaving you and yunho alone, in the middle of nowhere, on the empty highway. you can say no, of course, but truthfully, what chance do you have against the king himself?

so you moved to the passenger side, per his request —or, demand.

what more do you expect from the king?

he drives like a calculated madman, hence the title of ‘king’ he received on the road, and he never lost a race (unless that one or two race against you and your beast). but with you, always a gentlemen he is, driving softly as if you’re going through cottons. he knows every road, every path that exist in the country —yet the question remained; how did he found you so well every damn time? you’re sure you had nothing in your car, no tracker no gps, none of that stuff.

you kept moving, and he kept finding you still.

“told you i’d drive you around for this,” he breaks the silence, “what happened?” he asks, ever so softly.

you give no answer, opting to stare at the empty road outside your car, enjoying the darkness as your view. yunho sneaks one of his free hand to your side, looking for yours to intertwine with.

“y/n…”

maybe it was god’s work.

god’s work when they made jung yunho. to lace his voice with such persuasion that you could never resist him.

“just… drive, please?” you could only plead.

you’ve lost both to him and yourself, as you feel the darker side of yourself winning the inner turmoil, turning you into putty. preventing you to speak out your own thoughts, unable to mend your own broken parts.

you’re hurt, and that’ll stay as the only highlight. hence, running away, and hence, the endless night drive, trying to soothe the pain away as much as possible.

“i will, baby,” he assures, “do you have a place to stay in tonight?”

you let out a bitter chuckle, “they usually lock the house since ten. and if we count the car out of it, i can start calling myself homeless at this point.” you say, “i don’t think i ever have it, anyway.”

however, you keep forgetting to realize that yunho’s there, lock and loaded, ready to kill whatever’s killing you inside.

“you always have one in me, i guarantee that.”

even if it means he has to kill your living, breathing killer.

“pack whatever of your stuff there and come live with me. leave them.” he growls.

“and then what?” a tear slips out of the corner of your eye. you couldn’t help but laugh, “become actually homeless? this isn’t some high school musical shit, yunho, i’ll actually die on the street without my parents.”

“bullshit.”

the chained elephant syndrome is a real one here keeping you behind, but you’ve stood your ground for so long you didn’t know how to walk out of it.

you sigh. “i have one free day, and i wanna spend it to the fullest. i have school the next day, and that alone is already serving as a headache without my parents intervening so can we please not talk about this?”

“we’ll have to, eventually.” he murmur, but then he quickly pull your hand to his lips, kissing it lightly, “but for now, i can do that. whatever you wanna do, baby, wherever you wanna go. i promise.” he smiles.

you stare at his brown eyes again, those warm brown eyes, and you let yourself melt into them. you let yourself melt into jung yunho, as you lean against his arm, tightening your hold in his hand.

you smile against his skin, murmuring a small, “thank you.”

there’s this hellish place that you have no choice but to call home; since it was where you came from. all your life you want to run away from there, up until now.

however, is there anything outside the home?

outside the comfort zone in which far than comfort at all.

outside the fence.

you’ve been told anything outside the fence is dangerous, and will kill you in an instant. that it’s way more hellish than the hell you were already living in.

but maybe they’re wrong. maybe, just maybe, there’s a speck of heaven in between the fiery pit, a speck of heaven worthy to run for and to call home.

in between billions of people jung yunho exists and somehow crossed path with you, and you couldn’t help but to think if you could ever make a home out of him.

you and yunho drive across the darkness of the night, hand in hand, and once in your life, you do feel like at home.

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the things an 8-hours train ride could do to me instead of SLEEPING. that, and seulgi’s voice in anywhere but home istg the whole red velvet members are MOTHERS

#ateez scenarios #ateez fics #ateez #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #yunho angst #yunho fanfic #yunho scenarios #yunho imagines #ateez yunho #yunho au

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monpalace · 2 years

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When the couple try not to wake (or bother) their respective roommates while having a date.

“Bärchen,” Kurt’s whisper cuts through the serene quietness of the room. His fan was running on its highest setting, making her eyes squint with the creaks of its plastic. The soft breathing that came from his nose was disrupted by his next words. “Are you still awake?”

“Hmm,” is the only response she can muster in the form of a groan. She halfheartedly wonders if the laptop in her bedside dresser managed to pick up the noise.

She doesn't need to look at him to know the blue devil is frowning. There's the sound of fabrics shifting from his side of the video call, his voice becoming the slightest bit louder. “Are you about to fall asleep, then? Mausebär, why are you still up?”

Lifting a hand from over her eyes, she glares at him. “I’m not small or a bear,” she grunts, feeling her lips make the beginnings of a pout. “you know that, Kay.”

There's the click of his mouse before complete silence comes from his end of the line. One well-placed look after an annoyingly long blink reveals Kurt with his legs curled up in his seat, the sitting portion of it twirling as he hides his face behind his book. It was one of Douglas Adams’ books— the newest one that was released the year before, she thinks. Life, the Universe, and Everything if she remembered correctly.

His tail curled around his shins, the spade-shaped end of it tapping the letters of his keyboard. Another sweep of the laptop screen shows her that he was typing in the call’s connected chatroom. His typing was slow and calculated, making sure he spelled each letter correctly.

> I’m sorry, bärchen!

> I couldn't help but laugh!

> You're cute when you're tired, you know!

Her eyes jump from the chat to the live video. His fur was still growing in, allowing her to catch the purple tint that came from his blood flowing beneath his face. His tail moved to curl around one of his legs and round itself up to his closest arm.

Reaching an arm out, she types out her response with a blank expression.

> Yeah?

> Whatever you say, angel.

> Did you mute because Peter woke up?

> Yes and yes!

Kurt’s response rips a snort from her lips, forcing her to cover her mouth to keep from waking Ororo as well. He watches with doe-eyes as she turns on her back, earbud falling from its perch. His enthusiasm and nervousness came across clearly in his single text.

> Would you like to hear again?

> If you want, sure.

> Are you just gonna read the entire time?

Kurt unmutes his computer and she's immediately met with the noises of the silver-speedster's complaints. There's kicking from his side of the dorm room as he tries to make himself comfortable on top of his blankets, sneering the entire way through.

“— like I said dude;” Peter scoffs, turning onto his stomach with a cough. His voice was faint but just clear enough to make out what he was saying. “I don’t care how you and your girlfriend spend your time together, but you could at least be less gross about it. I don’t wanna hear about—”

“I get it, Peter! I do, I promise. I didn't mean to be so loud, I’m sorry.” Kurt's apologies are as quick and as quiet as they usually are during these calls. The hand not holding his book was offering a twinkie to his roommate in hopes of peace. “Take this and pretend it never happened?”

Peter catches the sweet without issue and stares at it as though it had been the reason behind every wrong in the world. His gaze travels between it and Kurt before finally landing on the monitor of their shared computer. “Alright,” he sighs, tearing the packaging of the twinkie before throwing it away and biting off a mouthful of it.

> Tame the beast yet again?

> I don’t think he knows we know what he does early in the mornings.

The silence that follows Kurt’s message isn't long but they're able to understand each other perfectly with their long stare.

The silence is only broken when she lets out a stifled laugh, the blue devil following after.

#She/Her Pronouns used for Reader #Kurt Wagner x Reader #X-men Kurt x Reader #X-Men Kurt Wagner x Reader #Kurt x Reader #X-men x Reader #elvira's notebook #x Reader #before all else: this reader is a mutant

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lozplayer · 1 year

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is this vore? or just gore? ig both🤷‍♀️

um i hope this is good, beel's jaw anatomy is a headcannon, not canon. it resembles ghat of a moray eel. (my fav animals😍)

angst-y, vore-y, gore-y

The Avatar of Gluttony was a sweet soul. Some argued that he was still the angel he once was, just with a monstrous appetite. To show just how much he cared about people, he used every ounce of self control to stop himself from devouring that teeny little human now living in his house. While at first, all he saw was a takeout bag, now he saw that, in his twin's absence, the little creature had a heart of gold and did everything they could to help him.

As for the human themselves, they were always told that Beel was perhaps the safest demon to be around. Just not when he's feasting. The Avatar if Gluttony is relentless, and on one fateful day, when something had to interrupt every single one of his meals, he lost it. The human's bedroom, being right next to the kitchen, could hear the banging of pans and the deep, primal growls of the beast. it was utterly terrifying.

Though, if our dear readers know anything about MC, they know that they have no sense of self-preservation. And as always, curiosity killed the cat. So there they were, sneaking their head around the kitchen door to see the nine foot tall creature covered in animal blood and shoving a carcass into his mouth. Until suddenly he stopped, and begun to sniff the air.

Blood.

Meat.

Food.

He turned around faster than any human world creature and pounced. his outer jaw came foreword and grabbed the human, while the inner jaw sprang from behind, it's razor sharp teeth piercing straight through the prey's abdomen, cutting his dear friend cleanly in half, their blood mixing with the animal's as it flows down his chin. Though this doesn't last too long, as the demon quickly swallows the human's lower half, slurping intestines down like spaghetti, and the top half close behind. He moved on his gluttonous rampage without thinking anything of it.

Until about five minutes later. It's worth mentioning that Beel is home alone, and has been the whole day, minus the exchange human. None of his brothers are aware if his feast. As Beel suddenly regains control of himself, he does a mull over of his blurry, foggy memories from the last hour or so. Everything seems normal, he'll just have to stop at Hell's Kitchen to replace the food he ate. no biggie. Wait, what was that thing he ate? Why was it moving? Was it a mouse? He can't quite tell. He hopes it's not one of Satan's cats, or he'll be yelled at for ages. He began to leave for the restaurant to restock the house when his memories clear up. Oh no.

Oh no.

If he had done anything else, slowed down or even sped up so they would have been swallowed whole, he could have still saved them. If only he had been thinking straight, or used a protection spell beforehand. When he was an angel, he was a protector and even now he still makes it his job to protect his family. So how could even his animalistic side do this? As he's panicking, he's sobbing. How could he do this to them? They were so sweet, and they had only checked up on him to make sure he was okay. How scared were they? How much did it hurt? But he had to protect his family. If he was outcasted, who would save them? He had to hide what he had done. He cleaned up every last drop of blood, restocked the fridge to perfection, and even planted texts between himself and MC, saying that MC had taken a walk and simply never returned. He broke their DDD and hid it in the woods, where no brother would find it. He feels horrible, but what can he do? Hiding his crimes and lying is the best thing he can do for the family, even if it leaves them all heartbroken for a few years, they'll soon forget all about their little exchange student, and everything will be right again, won't it?

#obey me vore #obey me #obey me angst #obey me beel #no beta we die like lillith #obey me gore #obey me mc #obey me gn!mc #obey me gn!reader #obey me x gn!reader

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siberat · 4 months

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Mukbang part 6

“So, how about we give these pancakes a try? *Grins* As I said prior, this treat is what I am most excited to try! I found this recipe online and was excited to try it for this event. Cinnamon Pancakes! These were fun to make; I loved watching them change color on the frying pan and fluff up! *Licks lips* I cannot wait to sink my teeth into these!

*Takes a bite, face lights up* Wow. That cinnabar is potent! But it’s so tasty and goes well with the fluffy and buttery taste of the breakfast cake. And this syrup? So sweet and warm! Perfect combination, if you ask me!

And it looks like a topic of conversation just pinged. *Reads text* Oh, this is definitely on point. But it's a tricky question for sure. *Looks at camera* Why do you all make me suffer so? Just listen to what this ‘Nonny asked. If you had to choose to only ever eat lunch, breakfast, or dinner for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

*Clearly throat* First, I am going to have to have a little chat with you. I don’t usually get angry, and I am trying to hold back the inner beast here. But listen. *Face goes stern as a finger is wagged at the camera* You forgot a meal. Dessert. How could you? You cannot forget about cannolis, cakes, ice cream, and pies! *Busts into laughter* I’m just playing; I am not mad. Though there really should be that fourth choice, however, that would not be the healthiest choice.

Hmmmmm *Face deep in thought* I suppose I couldn’t pick brunch? I think that would be considered cheating. * Takes another bite of pancake* This is tough. I simply adore breakfasts; they seem the most comforting and wholesome. And nothing beats chowing down on such rich and sweet foods first thing in the morning. Well, after my morning yoga and prayers.

But my absolute favorite meal would have to be supper. To me, it’s the most filling. I love Cyber/tonian sushi, noodles with all the fixings like a sunny-side-up egg, fresh veggies, and meat. *A dreamy look appears on face* Even some of Rat/chet’s favorites are up there, believe it or not. Greasy burgers and fries, lasagna, fried cyberchicken. *Giggles* Yes, I ate plenty of the food tonight. But another reason I enjoy suppers is that Rat/chet and I usually eat these meals together. Yes, our suppers are later in the evenings, but my mech loves coming home to a fresh, home-cooked meal on the table. *Pouts* if he runs late, sometimes I have to microwave them. *Gives a sweet smile, then devours the rest of the pancakes* But we always enjoy the time spent together!

Now it’s time to move on to another dish and another ask. What shall I try next, hmmm? *Bites lip while looking over the table* Ooooo, I know. This pudding. Doesn’t it look so yummy? It has a layer of crunchies on top of some thick whipped cream, then two flavors of pudding: amber and bronzite. And the very bottom is a moist bed of hematite cake. *Grabs a spoon and takes a bite* This is so rich and creamy!

Alright, the next question comes from Auto/bot Jerry. This is one crazy robo-mouse! Let’s see what’s on his mind. ‘Dri/ft, it’s Jerry! I always wondered how you’re able to eat so much and never get full, even from getting so huge. Speaking of, mind if I rest inside your flabs while you eat? Please? I haven’t bothered Rat/chet today, I promise!’

*Raises brow* Well, I am glad you haven’t pestered Rat/chet today, but I am banking on you saving that for another day. *Sighs* I’ll find out when you do; my lover always comes back in an extra grumpy mood when you do tease. *Eats more pudding*

How can I eat so much? Well, that’s simple. This food is just so flavorful and, dare I say, addictive. Each mouthful tastes like another! And before you know it, your dish is finished, and you are ready for another one. *Smiles and laughs* Now, about never getting full…. Well, that’s not quite the truth. Trust me, I am feeling it right now. *Rubs his grumbling belly* The dull aches are turning into a steady pain that’s radiating all over my belly. Do you hear my belly crying angrily? *Huffs out air* I just hope I can finish! *Gobbles up more pudding, licking some from his lips* My golly, I sure did get huge…Just look out how thick my thighs became and how my belly takes much of my lap!

But I am onto the best part of this treat. *Shows camera* I have reached the cake layer! *Scoops cake and pudding into mouth* Now, as for resting in my flab rolls…. Oh, I bet it would be so warm and cozy for sure! Perfect place to take a nap. Sadly, I am gonna have to decline, though. I am simply too stuffed to house a little robomouse between these rolls. I don’t think there’s enough room! Plus, my belly is all achy and quivery as is without you squirming around. You’ll have to take a rain check for another time. *Polishes off the pudding*

Well, that sure was scrumptious! And eating one sweet tastes like another. How about this Alti/hex roll? I just love this earthy-red brown shell and pink cream rolled in such a pretty little coil. And the confectionary copper flakes look ever so pretty. *Picks up the dish and shows camera* Now, this usually serves four. And I know I should save some for my conj/unx…All I can promise is to try! * Takes a huge bite, optics light up*

Hmmmmmmmm. Very tasty! The cake is light and fluffy, yet the cream filling is thick and sweet. Such a perfect combination! *A ping is heard* We have another ask from a viewer. This one comes from Soup. Oh, that is a lovely name…. soup is such a comforting food to eat on cold winter nights! But Soup wants to know my record for the most I have ever eaten in one sitting. *Raises brows*

Not to sound lame, but I think this time. I know I came close some other times, but if I finish all these plates of food, this one will take the cake. * Chuckles, eating another large slice of rolled cake* I rarely go overboard like this, to be honest. While it feels ever so lovely and cozy to be soft and squishy like this… *Kneads at pliable belly flab* …The next few days are going to be restrictive. Sure, I can walk still…*Optics dart back and forth* Well, at least I hope so. Waddling would be more like it! *Nervously chuckles, takes another bite*

But it’s challenging. Plus, the extra weight gets tiresome lugging around and you get out of breath so quickly. I ensure I have a few days off after eating so much. *Shrugs* You know time off doesn’t come around often.

Needless to say, I cannot overindulge myself to this extent that much.

This kind of ties into another question I just received from Hoot. ‘Has your weight gain been distracting to yourself or other crew mates?’ *Tilts his helm as the last of the cake roll is consumed* Yes, it has distracted other crew members, and sadly, some of it wasn’t very nice. When I get this huge, I usually don’t go strolling out and about. Thankfully, no emergencies ever popped up that needed my presence. I typically make sure some other high-ranking officer is available.

But I have gone out and about with more of a starter belly. Most mech’s didn’t really care. *Optics glance over remaining dishes, widening upon spotting the next dish, a cinnamon bun* There would be some glances at my spare tire, and some would try to poke. *Bites lip* I don’t mind if Rat/chet pokes at me, but I do not like to be touched by other mechs. I know it wasn’t meant in jest, but it makes me uncomfortable. *Sighs*

But let me interrupt by showing off this little gem. Just look at all this thick icing on top of this cinnamon bun! This is going to be such a sugary snack! And it’s going to go right to my hips.

*Takes a bite* Hmmmmmmm… Very fresh, buttery taste. And the icing? Very delightful! *Smacks lips* But to continue on what I was saying. Who would think it’s alright to just walk up to someone and touch them? Does anyone else find that invasive? I’m not talking about a clap on the back or touching my arm… poking a tummy is…a bit private, I think. *Takes another bite* Some people get too handsy if you ask me.

But I noticed some turned heads as I wonder about. Some linger long enough to make me question if they like what they see. *Winks*

But then some laugh and make fun. Wh/irl was the worst. I mean, okay, I can overlook the staring at my paunch, but the calling out was embarrassing. I was at Swe/rves, and he shouted insults about my weight and appearance across the whole bar. He hollered stuff like fat pig, heifer, what a lumpy sack of slag. *Cheeks redden* And to hear the laughter erupt from other bar patrons? It was just too much! Trust me, I have been called worse but turned right around and left. *Takes another large bite of the baked good*

They act as if chub is the most disgusting thing in the world. Like it’s some kind of disease that if you get too close, you’ll catch it. *Shakes helm* They need to learn more about contagious diseases. And understand that just because someone sports a belly, they still deserve to be treated with respect. We’re not cyber/animals, after all. *Finishes off cinnamon bun*

However, I do not wish to dwell on the bad times. Now, Have I ever distracted myself? Never during anything super important. I am good at staying focused on the tasks at hand. However, during…um... *Sheepishly smiles* I sure hope he’s not watching! But during Ult/ra Mag/nus’ long, rambling speeches, I caught myself idly groping belly flab. It just helps pass the time during the boring- I mean informative speeches. *Smiles* Really, Ult/ra Mag/nus makes several good and wise points… he just tends to get into so much detail over everything. Before you know it, you just listened to how important it is to use matching paperclips or something like that. *Shakes helm* He means well, I can tell you that.

This has been ever so fun tonight. I sure am enjoying myself so far. How about my lovely viewers? Are you having a good time? I sure hope so! It sure has been fun sharing a meal together and getting to know each other! And I am almost finished, though, definitely going to struggle to finish! Please send good, encouraging thoughts!

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Still taking on more askes! So, if you have a question for Dri/ft, send it in! You can send multiples. Also, if you wanted to ask as another T/F character- just state so! Let’s keep this mukbang going and see if our dear swordsmech can handle all that food infront of him!

#chubformers #siberatart #mukbang #chubby belly

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heiressofdoodles · 6 months

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The newly crowned King stared out of the balcony to watch the stars and the crescent moon. The silvery crown upon his head had cursed him from the moment he had taken it and its power in a moment of anguish and pain, but in the few days it’s been there, he’s… adjusted… to its presence. The pain of its grip on his lower jaw and the top of his head had numbed slightly. The strange teeth that coiled around his ears which seemingly changed into horns was the hardest part to get used to. But it was a cakewalk compared to the agony he felt. Nothing physical could ever hurt him so badly; he so desperately wanted these recent events to have been a nightmare he’d wake from any moment now.

A quiet knock came from the door on the other side of the room he hid himself away in. He was startled for a moment, looking to the closed door, with a yellow light and the faintest appearance of a small shadow on the other side. “Your Majesty?” a familiar voice called out from behind the door. The young King waved his trembling hand, and the door knob turned to open. He stared at the figure at the door, and saw a familiar face. It was… surprising, seeing the General standing at the door with a small tray and a pair of teacups, appearing so gentle, calm and sympathetic. “Hey…”

“…General Maforanti…”

“May I come in, sire?” How was his voice so calm? How could he even look at him at all? The King was certain that he would be disappointed at best that he failed to protect his home and land during the most important day in both of their lives. He nodded, and Maforanti approached. “Thank you…” He floated to the balcony, his indigo tail dragging behind him slightly, before he stopped beside the young King, placing the tray on the flat stone railing. “Tea, your Majesty?” Maforanti turned the handle of the left teacup to face the king, lifting the teacup on the right.

“…Why do you call me Majesty? I… wasn’t even coronated properly…”

Maforanti hesitated for a moment. “Yes… That is true… But you have done a lot lately.” He looked to the boy, and took a sip of his drink. “And you’ve lost people you’ve cared about dearly… As have I, Magolor…” He looked out to the city and to the glow of the Origami Town in the distance.

“…I don’t want to be called Magolor anymore…” He absent mindedly took the cup of tea into his hands, a tear forming in his eye. “I… That was the last thing I heard him say to me…”

“…The little mouse?” Maforanti asked, eyeing his movements carefully.

“Shard, he… I just… I just don’t know what could’ve caused the Jabberwocky to go haywire… It was calm not too long before the coronation…”

“Well… I’m afraid that beasts like that… They could be disturbed, agitated or feel threatened by anything at a moment’s notice… Anything could’ve caused it to go on its deadly rampage…”

He sighed, dragging his gloved finger against the rim of the tea cup slightly. “I… suppose so… But… it just feels like… I could’ve prevented this tragedy… and taking my anger out on the Wonderlanders… It feel like a step too far…”

“They abandoned us in our time of need,” Maforanti hissed, before he lowered his tone, his breathing calm again, and his claws fading into his fur again. It seemed like he was becoming impatient, but with what. “And… there was nothing any of us could’ve done. And nothing now, beyond holding onto the memories of the deceased… Keeping them close… When they are forgotten… That is when they are truly dead…” The King closed his eyes, a tear falling from his eye, and falling into his scarf. “…What would you like me to call you, my King…?”

It took him a while to respond. “…Buddy… I… I think that’s the only name now that… that I’d be able to respond to now…” Maforanti raised an eyebrow, slightly confused but calm.

“Okay… King Buddy…”

After a moment, Buddy picked up the teacup that felt so small in his hand, raising it to his lips, closing his eyes. Maforanti stared for a while, taking a sip of his own cup. “Don’t drink that.” Buddy opened his eyes, lowering the teacup, wondering who said that. The voice wasn’t anyone he had heard before, a young woman with a scratchy voice, but it sounded very close. And her tone was dreadful. After a moment of trying to shake off this horrible feeling, Buddy raised his cup again to take another sip. “That’s not safe to drink. He’s trying to kill you.”

Buddy had even just a small drop of tea land on his tongue, and he could taste that something was off with the tea. Even the smell of the tea, now that he was paying attention, was wrong. “Um…” Maforanti cocked his head to the side slightly. “I… I think there’s something wrong with the tea, General…”

Maforanti stared at him like a deer that had been caught in the headlight, before blinking softly, and looking back to the Kingdom. “Oh… I’m sorry; I was just trying a new sweetener… Maybe… drink it quickly, then. I’d hate for such good tea to go to waste.”

Buddy… hesitated. He wasn’t sure who to believe more; the General who had been at his side since he was chosen to become King one day, or the voice that warned him of the odd tasting drink. “O-okay…” he stammered. The voice didn’t speak again as the King did as he was told. The taste was concerning, and it felt at times like the sugar, or whatever sweetener was used hadn’t been stirred in properly.

Maforanti chuckled, placing his tea cup back on the tray he brought with him. “It’s about time I finally got to this point.” Buddy choked on the tea, dropping the porcelain cup to the ground as he tried to cough up the poisoned drink. “Oh, did I strike a nerve there?” Maforanti’s voice had gone from calm to cold and sinister, his smile twisting into a sneer, and his claws appearing through his fur. “It has been far too long since I’ve had a private moment with you, and finally, the pesky mouse can’t save you.”

“Y-you…?” Buddy could already feel the pain in his stomach, and his hands became shaky.

“I was worried you wouldn’t drink it when you noticed. But you are just as gullible as you are inexperienced.” Buddy backed away, his sweat turning cold as the crown seemingly tightened its grip on his head. “And it only took the destruction of an entire town and thousands of people on both sides of the rift.”

His confession was vast. This and the Jabberwocky weren’t his first attempts on the newly crowned King’s life. He described it like it was a game, like everyone around him was predictable and would react in every way that he intended whenever he needed them to. However, Buddy’s dearest Shard was the one person that Maforanti couldn’t predict. The casualties from the Jabberwocky incident weren’t just an accident, it was all planned. Throw the entire Kingdom into chaos, and usurp the throne to lead the people into what he believed to be a prosperous age. If he didn’t feel the poison already making his stomach churn, he would’ve been sick from the dread.

“What… have you done…?” The King whimpered, struggling to get the words out.

Maforanti scoffed, almost offended. “I thought that I was clear about what I’d done.”

“What have you done?” He growled, demanding again for an answer. An answer Maforanti didn’t think wasn’t already given. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” The colour drained from Maforanti’s face through his indigo fur, his silver eyes, glowing in fear. Buddy blinked for a moment, and the General had curled up, his fur flared and standing on ends, while he backed away with his hands tightly over the left side of his face. Buddy looked at his hand, and saw a deep, thick crimson red over his hand. Maforanti looked up at Buddy, terrified and traumatized, slowly removing his hands from his eye. There wasn’t an eye there anymore. Just gore and thick crimson blood where his eye once was.

The room and his vision blurred greatly, the intense pain in his head and his stomach became unbearable, before it all went dark. He could feel his body moving, and he could feel people around him, but it just didn’t register what was happening. All he could hear that wasn’t a blur was that voice again. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here, and I won’t let him kill you.” After a moment, he felt so weak, and fell to the ground. It felt like just a moment of silence, before he woke up in his room again. Now he could definitely feel the crown moving slowly, almost tapping one of the claws against his head in irritation. “Good morning, sunshine. I kept my promise.”

“…Wh… What…? Wh-wha-at happened…?” He could feel the crown move, almost like it was rolling an eye.

“You wrecked him, that’s what happened. I warned you that he was trying to kill you, you ignored me, you attacked him, and I had to keep you alive until the doctors came over to get you fixed up.” Buddy got out of the bed, stumbling over to the mirror over his dresser, and he finally saw her. The crown was alive. No, it wasn’t just alive, it was moving and staring back at him, the red jewel was her eye.

“Who… Who are you…?”

“I’m Rooky, the Rook of Underland. I was put into this crown. And you owe me your life.” Buddy spent several tired hours just quietly asking Rooky what happened, what she did and how she was alive in the crown. While she tried to be patient, she snapped at him several times. It was all so much to process. But what felt the worst was… before everything went to hell… Before Shard was murdered by the Jabberwocky… Before he took the crown for its power… he made a vow that, as the new King of Underland, he would do no violence to his subjects.

Barely a week into his reign, and he’s already broken his vow.

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Buddy Magolor belongs to @lostsoulau-ask

Fylass in Wonderland belongs to @george228732

Maforanti belongs to me

#maforanti #buddymags #wonder buddy #wonder!buddy #fanfic #fylass in wonderland #fylass through the looking glass #idk would this be a fanfic of a fanfic?#whatever lmao #violence tw #violence cw #blood tw #blood cw

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koalaray · 1 year

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Not a Joke

Loathsome Leonard x yokai!reader

You were laying across the couch in your pajamas, your hair tangled and messy. Then, you looked up to see your best friend, Leonard, staring at you.

“What?”

Leonard shrugged.

“Nothing. You just look really pretty right now.”

You scoffed.

“That’s not funny Lee.”

But it wasn’t a joke.

Leonard hid his solemn expression as he moved you legs so he could sit down. He let you rest you legs over his once he was comfortable.

Leonard rubbed your legs softly, thinking to himself all the while. Falling in love with your best friend was hard. It was even harder when said friend wouldn’t pick up any of his hints.

He thought he had been obvious. He even told you he loved you, but you simply laughed it off. It was honestly starting to get on his nerves.

Leonard was suddenly pulled from his thoughts when he heard your beautiful voice. Wait, beautiful? Man, Danny was right. He was down bad.

“Lee!”

“Hm, yeah, what is it little mouse,” he asked, turning his head to look at you.

“I was asking if you wanted to watch a movie.”

“Sure. What movie did you have in mind?”

“Beauty and the Beast!”

You both had joked around before, saying Leonard was the beast and you were the beauty. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were trying to drop a hint.

But no. You were too dense for something like that.

Leonard smiled at your happy expression as the movie started. He loved watching Disney movies with you. He found it simply adorable how you would sing along to your favorite songs.

He actually used to tease you for it. But now, Leonard joined in. He couldn’t recall when he first joined your little sing alongs, but he loved it.

He loved you. He only wished you would realize that already.

At some point during the movie, you had moved to sit closer to Leonard. Now you were beside him, laying your head on his shoulder.

Leonard put an arm around you, pulling you closer. He felt you cuddle further into him and could only hope you couldn’t hear his heart pounding.

Sure, the two of you had cuddled before, but this was different. You were pressed into his side, closer than you had ever been. He could hardly contain himself.

In his excitement, Leonard absentmindedly started bouncing his leg. Suddenly, he felt you reach over and place a hand on his leg. He froze.

What is this? Did you finally pick up on his flirting? Was this you dropping some kind of hint?

“Hey, y/n?” He whispered.

You glanced up at him and then turned to grab the remote. After pausing the movie, you turned your head to look at him. You had to tilt it upwards slightly to get at good look at his eyes.

As Leonard looked back at you, he almost forgot what he was going say. I mean, had your eyes always been that pretty.

You suddenly cleared you throat. Leonard blinked.

“I love you y/n.”

Silence.

Then, you slowly pulled away from him.

Did he mess up? Did you finally understand what he meant and just didn’t return his feelings?

“That’s not funny Lee,” you whispered.

When Leonard looked into your eyes, you looked heartbroken. This was the last straw. He wouldn’t have this. He wouldn’t let you think he was trying to play with your feelings!

“Why don’t you believe me?”

The hurt in Leonard’s voice was evident. You looked at him in confusion and slight disbelief.

“Y/n, listen to me,” he said, placing his hands gently around your waist and pulling you closer to him again.

“I love you y/n. I’m in love with you. I have been in love with you for so long.”

“Really?”, you whispered.

“Yes! Please believe me. I really do love you y/n.”

“You’re… not joking?”

“No, I’m not joking. It was never a joke. Every time I told you I love you, I was serious.”

“But why? Why do love me? I hardly think I’m good enough for you.”

Leonard looked at you in disbelief. But it quickly changed to a blank look.

“Y/n. I am literally a fucking criminal. The hell do you mean you’re not good enough?”

“Oh,” you said flatly. “Yeah I guess you do have a point.”

“Yeah, I do.”

There was a short moment of silence. Then, you smiled up at him.

“I love you too Lee.”

“That wasn’t a joke was it?”

“It’s not a joke,” you said with a quiet laugh.

“Good good. So uh… does that mean I can kiss you?”

“Absolutely.”

Leonard didn’t hesitate to pull you flush against him and pressing his lips against yours. It was surprisingly gentle, but filled with all the love he had for you.

When he released your lips, he moved his head down and peppered soft kisses along your neck. Then he moved back up, giving you gentle, loving kisses all over you face.

Between each kiss he would whisper sweet “I love you”’s. You couldn’t help but giggle as he showered you in affection. You had no idea Leonard could be this sweet.

Once more, he pulled away, rubbing his nose against yours.

“I love you y/n,” Leonard whispered once more. “I love you so so much.”

“I love you too,” you said, nuzzling you face into his neck.

You felt him wrap his arms securely around you as he carefully moved to lay down on the sofa, the movie completely forgotten.

You laid your head on Leonard’s chest and slowly drifted off to the sound of his heart beat while he gently rubbed your back. And just before you fell asleep, with a smile on your face, you heard one last whisper.

“I love you, my little mouse.”

And it wasn’t a joke.

#can you tell I want Leonard cuddles?#he seems like he would be great at cuddling #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #the mud dogs #the mud dogs x reader #mud dogs #mud dogs x reader #loathsome leonard #loathsome leonard x reader

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kiastirling-fanfic · 1 year

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for your warden Fenris au this dadwc, "say it to the dead bodies."

Y'know, I think I found the perfect place for this prompt. Specifically, the very start of the AU. Here's Fenris arriving in Amaranthine.

words: 1019 cw: fantasy racism, violence, gore

@dadrunkwriting

“Drop the sword, slave, and maybe we won’t even whip you.”

The men were ugly in a way that Fenris had come to be very familiar with on his journey south. Bounty hunters or slavers or simple mercenaries, it mattered little to him at this point, they all came from the same source and all came to the same end. From Danarius to the end of Fenris’ sword, or with his fist in their chest if they were especially unlucky, like horrible presents sent by his old master.

They couldn’t be earnest attempts to pull Fenris back, for all that Danarius was putting on a good show of it ever since he’d left Seheron. Chased south and south and south until he’d crossed the Waking Sea and found himself here.

With his fist buried in the seeming leader of the men sent after him, the rest crumpled slabs of meat lying in pools of blood. That was all the proof Fenris needed that Danarius wasn’t trying to bring him back yet, not really; he knew how strong Fenris was, how skilled. The magister trained him, molded him, knew his every inch and secret, better than Fenris himself.

If Danarius actually wanted him back, he wouldn’t hire such pathetic creatures to chase him.

Fenris pulled back his fist and the leader dropped, dead as all the rest of the beasts were. He flicked his wrist, blood spraying off the talons of his gauntlet and walked back to the last man whose corpse was serving to hold his sword upright.

“Halt! Don’t touch the sword, elf!”

Fenris turned. These men were not Danarius, he was fairly certain. Wielding matched swords and shields, wearing middling armor with yellow dyed tabard over the scales, it took Fenris only a moment to recognize them.

“You’re late, guardsmen,” Fenris scoffed and continued towards his sword. “I was assured when I arrived at the port that the local guards could be trusted to protect the people here, but it seems the reputation of your garrison was exaggerated. Or do you frequently allow slavers to wander your city?”

“He’s gone daft. Slavery’s illegal in Ferelden. And even if these louts started a fight, murder’s murder, right boys?” The crowd of guards jeered their agreement, and the hairs on the back of Fenris’ neck stood on end. They weren’t slavers, but they were not good men clearly.

Fenris spared himself the whip by killing the slavers, only to turn his back to the rod, it would seem.

“I wasn’t aware that Ferelden had laws against killing in defense of one’s life.” In point of fact, Fenris knew nearly nothing of law in Ferelden, other than that they didn’t permit slavery or the presence of slavers; it had been a deciding factor in his taking the boat from Ostwick instead of continuing overland to Kirkwall as he’d initially planned, switching roles in their game of cat and mouse. However, a man he’d met as he traveled the Marches assured him that such laws were commonplace in Southern Thedas, and Fenris expected that much to be true.

“Tell that to the dead bodies, elf,” one of the guards snarled. The ruse was dropping. “Hands at your sides.”

The rattle of chains decided the matter. Never again, Fenris had pledged when he made his decision to flee. Had they planned to escort him without manacles, he might have complied, phasing through the cell and departing the city. With them in the mix, he found his spine turned to steal and the lines of lyrium in his skin itched angrily.

There was little difference between these guards and the men Danarius sent, after all. His sword would gut them just the same, his incorporeal fist would phase through their breastplates without effort.

It would be easy.

“Ho there! Guardsmen!” The bright voice cut the atmosphere, and a stout figure in bright blue armor came into view from a nearby alley. A dwarven women, with sunburnt cheeks and golden hair to match the heavy jewelry in her ears. She seemed half the size of the guards, yet with only a bow on her back she seemed more confident in her stride than most magisters. “What seems to be the problem, sers?”

The reaction of the guards to her was night and day, hands snapping away from blades and into a salute. “M-messere! To what do we owe the honor?”

“I was just walking the streets, overseeing my holdings. After all, I’m sure your old arl did the same, didn’t he?” Her face was round and pleasant, but her smile was as sharp as her words. Fenris knew how to catch the rebuke, even as he held back his surprise at a dwarf claiming to be the lord of Amaranthine. Did Ferelden have dwarven lords alongside the human ones? “Appraise me of the situation.”

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with,” the guards leader coughed into his hand. “Only apprehending this ruffian. You can see the damage he’s done.”

“I’ll decide what I’m to be concerned with,” she maintained that sharp smile, devious as any magister of the magisterium. “I see dead men, with serpent crests on their scabbards. Do you know what nation uses a serpent in its heraldry, guardman?”

“I… cannot say that I do, messere.”

“It’s Tevinter, guardsman. And he’s an elf. Please do put two and two together, I’ll wait.”

“That’s- that can’t be true. No slavers would dare step foot in Ferelden, and certainly not so soon after the Blight. You can’t say that these were slavers with such conviction, not when he massacred them so brutally!”

“I can, actually. I’ve met Tevinter slavers, in Denerim in fact, invited by your beloved Arl Howe during the Blight. I’ll not have you telling me what can and cannot happen in my city nor what I can or cannot do about it. But I’ll save you the trouble for now.” She finally turned her gaze away from the guards and her eyes bore directly into Fenris. “You seem quite good in a fight. I’m conscripting you. Welcome to the Grey Wardens, Conscript.”

#dadwc #warden!fenris au #i still haven't played awakening so I have no idea if there's a canon attire for Amaranthine's guards #ty for the prompt blue!!!

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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Boots n bombs but spooky

Werewolf demo >:)

Alrighty~

I'm going with some spooky fluff and SPICE~ mild spice..

I love this pairing :)

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The moon glowed brightly overhead. The way that the wind stung against his face felt refreshing compared to the warmth of the New Mexico air. The night sky blended in with the tree line, making it look like land and sky seemed to go on forever. His heart pounded erratically against his ribcage. The way his eyes seemed to track every small movement; his prey was out there. He could smell him. The unmistakable scent of gunpowder, dried blood and faint traces of honey mixed with sweat.

A growl rumbled lowly in his chest, the sound of a heartbeat picking up in pace and ragged breaths confirmed that his prey heard his animalistic growling. How unfortunate, prey always tasted better when they didn't know they were being hunted. The way that Soldier muttered to himself during this chase was...distracting. It grounded the both of them. It wasn't a real hunt of course but sometimes the wild side of him could end up forgetting.

'Easy now, the lad agreed to this. He knows what to do. '

Talking to his "other self" seemed to be the only method of really getting any idea across to the beast.

For Soldier, the change in dynamic was strenuous and different. It was different in a good way, and he'd be lying if he didn't say that this was mildly arousing. The idea of the one giving the orders, reduced to being hunted for sport. It was a cruel game of cat and mouse, and he liked it. The sound of his heavy war-torn boots hitting the dirt steadied him. He had to get into the mindset. For the both of them this was their time to get everything situated in their busy lives.

'Alright: mindset, mindset-I am being hunted, I am going to die.'

It was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. How! How could he have ended up in this dire situation? A respected soldier now reduced to a terrified fool running for his life-lost in the woods no less.

A low rumbling sound caught his attention. The way his breath stuttered in his throat, how his lungs seemed to stop working. It was torture. Picking up the pace he charged forward in the direction of the moonlight. The one thing that Tavish mentioned to him before all this happened.

"Don't forget-go in the direction of the moon. Follow it, that way you won't end up lost."

The way the Scotsman's eye twinkled suggested a bit of mischief. He knew that he should have seen it coming, it was Tavish of all people. He was always up to some mischief.

Suddenly, to his left the sound of harsh animalistic breathing broke his concentration. Feeling a harsh push against his back he flung himself against the ground and scrambled to get up, attempting to run in the opposite direction. The feeling of sharp nails digging into his sides deterred him from that idea. A hot wet breath panted into his neck, resulting in a rising blush spreading across his face. The heat and weight of a much larger body pressing him into the ground was a mix of sensation, both welcomed and unwelcomed.

"Aye, Darlin. That was a mighty fine chase. But I do believe that you lost."~

Soldier could practically feel the smugness of his boyfriend's words.

"Well then, if I've lost, I do believe you win a prize."

The werewolf hummed in agreement, his tail wagging ferociously.

"What do I win? Besides the lovely piece of prey that I have currently in my grasp?"

Struggling to sit up comfortably to no avail. Soldier pushed his knee against Demo's leg.

"I'm sure I can think of something Tav."~

#tf2 #tf2 mercs #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #boots and bombs #soldier x demoman #team fortress 2 fic #team fortress 2 #fanfic #tf2 fanfic #tf2 fanfiction #werewolf #werewolf demoman #hunter and prey #hunting #mildly suggestive #slight spice #anon requests

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