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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

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I hope you are having a great day.

I wanted to tell you that I love the way you write and how you show the personality of your characters in so few words.

Also if you have time, for the Bad Things Happend Bingo, could I ask for a Soup for the Sick? (Maybe a villain whumpee)

Thank you for the ask! And especially thank you for that lovely message attached to it, it means a lot!

Soup for the sick... here you go, I hope you enjoy! I did, I had lots of fun writing this one.

Personalized Caretaker

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings: drug abuse mention, feverish whumpee, talk of medications, mean caretaker, delirium, fever, pills (tylenol)

... there may be more so tell me if there is so I can list them.

Civilian wished that she didn't live in the most heavily super-powered city in the world.

Yes world.

Villains and heroes all running around like teenagers, not caring for the lives of innocent civilians... or the heroes were meant to, Civilian started to think that the whole "we will protect you" was all phony propaganda aimed to get the city to fund their organization.

But the daily bombings and increasing death toll was not the issue with the city. It wasn't even the large mass of heroes and villains. It was only one.

One.

Of all the heroic figures and devilish snakes, there was only one that ticked Civilian off.

Villain.

And not because he was the King of Monologues. No, it was because the bastard made Civilian his own personal caretaker.

Was she asked to tend to his very needs? No.

Was she hired? Paid? No, but she should be getting a salary for the tedious work of stitching wounds and feeding his greedy stomach. The bandage bills were adding up and Civilian's meager wage was completely wiped out from having to buy a pack every day.

She was an inch away from going on a rage and robbing every bank in the city.

No, she wasn't. She just happened to live on 489 Deertree Avenue, where six months ago the murderous villain decided to collapse unconscious on her doorstep to bleed out like it was no problem.

Like it was a leisure, a recreational activity. Probably to him, waking up in a warm bed, doped up on painkillers with the sickening sweet smell of caramel candles burning around him, it was.

But not to Civilian. She had to manually help the injured individual drink water, get dressed, and even use the bathroom.

UGGGHHHH!

The man had millions of henchmen, billions of wannabe minions at his beck and call.

But he just so happened to have a crush on the red door of 489 Deertree Avenue.

But it was a bad case of unrequited love of the highest order, so no hope of a romantic candlelit date at the most expensive restaurant in the most famous city in the world.

Dairy Queen.

The pure hilarity of that fact. Even the Avenger Tower did not hold nearly as many powered or high-tech individuals as the city and the most fanciest restaurant was a chain fastfood restaurant at the corner of main street.

Civilian clenched the towel she was holding. As much as the stupidity of the city got on her nerves, it was very unpatriotic of her to go on and embarrass the area even more.

Civilian was scrubbing the mirror in the bathroom. The walls of the whole room were stained in the most disgusting brown and red from all the grime and blood radiating off a singular person's- not even the owner of the house- body.

Those would never go away unless Civilian paid for someone to come and mega-wash the bathroom. Not that she had any money to invest in such a delightful gift, her bank account was too busy supporting the prescribed pain medications. Like, Civilian was probably on the watchlist for utter bankruptcy and for being a possible candidate for drug addiction.

Who needs two whole containers of opioids and a canteen of valium every three months?

Not a normal civilian washing floors at Walmart, that's for sure.

But then again, Civilian was far from normal. She worked as a personalized savior during her freetime.

Civilian clenched her teeth and took a deep breath in. Her ward hasn't made his grand appearance in over a week. She actually had time to relax, make some popcorn and actually decompress. It was like vacation, peaceful, tranquil and full of serenity, free of any-

Knock, knock, knock.

Civilian's moment of bliss was unceremoniously ended by the all too familiar beat of a fist on wood.

"You have my permission to make out with the door Villain! You don't need to ask anymore!"

Civilian hoped Villain was coherent enough to internalize that as an invitation to bleed on her couch.

Just so she could have one more moment. One more moment of her coveted break.

Cough.

Civilian's head perked up. That was new. She never, ever heard Villain cough in a sickly manner- she never let him get bad enough to get sick, or he didn't permit himself to wait around until infection and fever set in.

She set down the towel, worry settling into her bones like it always did- not that she liked the heart dropping feelings and nauseating pit in her stomach each and everytime Mr. Needy had blood on him. Or everyday that he didn't show up for a bandaid, or a "kiss-it-better".

Yes, the pure humiliation when her delirious patient painfully begged her to kiss his knee better. Like, the puny scrape on his leg was by far the least severe wound on his bloodstained body, but of course, Civilian complied and gave him a little peck on his Olaf bandaid.

Civilian ripped open the door and the scene in front of her chased away those obnoxious memories.

Villain collapsed into her arms, head lolling pathetically against her shoulder. His forehead felt like it was doused with gasoline and then lit by a torch five times over. Civilian's shocked arms involuntarily wrapped around his equally scorching body. Yes, it was not a conscious act. Not in a million years would Civilian muster up the compassion to actually comfort the villain more than the deed of "saving his life" called for.

No, no Civilian hated Villain. Completely and totally loathed each and every cell on his body.

But she dragged him into the house and shut- more like slammed- the door anyways because she couldn't let him die, it would be like murder's sidekick.

Especially since Villain trusted her. Oh how he trusted her. Trusted her to bathe him, to feed him, to give him medicine, but most importantly not to kill him. With all the horrors he committed, a swift knife to the throat would be more than justified. In fact, Civilian would likely be commemorated for such bravery.

Public approval, fame... all a deliciously yummy cake.

Not worth it. Too many calories.

Civilian sunk to the ground and put Villain's upper body in her lap. He nestled into her, pressing his cheek deep into her side with a small, contented smile on his pale face.

"Don't drool on me," Civilian snapped, jostling Villain who woke up. Before he had the chance to get his bearings, Civilian spoke up again, "Are you hurt?"

The villain stared at her for a while before breaking into desperate tears, shaking his head.

What the heck?

"Stop crying or I will punch you," Civilian threatened, but she rubbed Villain's back soothingly.

"Dying," Villain sobbed.

"You are not dying, buddy, you have a cold."

"No, I'm dying," Villain asserted. Civilian rolled her eyes. Did he have to be so dramatic?

"I don't think a cold will kill you. Stop acting like the world is ending now, or I will throw you in the trash."

Villain whimpered and pulled himself closer, still crying.

He really was sick. So sick to the point of being delirously delusional.

"You don't need to be a Disney princess," Civilian said, still rubbing the villain's back. Villain's cries turned into sobs and then into wails.

Okay this was getting out of hand. Civilian stood up and dragged Villain's body over to the couch. She marveled in her strength for a while. When Villain first made his appearance in her otherwise boring life, she was as skinny as a twig. Now? This girl was a freaking hulk, baby.

Okay stop that, Civilian chastised herself, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She laid Villain on the beige colored couch and rested his wet head against a pillow that was metaphorically marked with his name.

Now that the villain was completely stretched out, Civilian- to her relief- found that he was not bleeding, therefore, she didn't have to waste her precious supply of gauze and bandages tonight.

But he still was very, very sick. His face was a gray mask of pale complexion, his hair snarled and matted in sweat. His lips were tinged blue as unfocused eyes gazed around the room, landing on the TV.

"You want to watch something?" Civilian asked, though the question was more than unnecessary. Villain always watched a movie as he dozed off, warm and comforted by the mound of blankets strewn over him.

But still, like a habit, he nodded weakly each and every time. Civilian smiled, the tiniest of grins, and connected the tablet to the television. When the screen popped up with the classic Amazon Prime Video layout, Civilian asked what movie.

"Boss Baby," Villain mumbled, lips hardly moving.

"You want to watch a movie with baby superheroes? Why don't we watch Toy Story or something?"

Or something a bit more adult-ish.

"Mhm," Villain groaned, eyes slipping shut. "Baby superheroes."

Now it was Civilian's turn to groan, loud and exaggerated. But, still he was her unwelcome guest so she had to please his obnoxiously childish wants.

Like how old was he? Five?

Civilian put in the movie and sat down next to Villain, putting his legs on her lap. She tapped lazily at his jeans as the opening credits showed. Leaning her head back, Civilian allowed her gaze to drift away from the stupid fat-faced animated figures and to Villain.

He was nearly asleep.

Civilian shifted her weight and rested against her arm to watch him. Even sick, she had to admit, the evil and annoying villain was shockingly handsome.

What was she thinking?!

Pushing Villain's feet away, Civilian stood up and aggressively shoved her palm to his forehead. It was buzzing with heat.

"You are paying for the bill," Civilian growled and went to go get some tylenol.

Upon returning to the sickly man's sweaty side, Civilian thrusted the pills into his mouth and washed them down with water. She didn't even give him a chance to wake up fully, the motion was instinctual. He swallowed on reflex.

Next, Civilian cussed herself for this, she cupped his cheek. Villain sunk into her palm, chewing silently, and continued to sleep.

When Villain first visited, Civilian couldn't get over how touch starved the poor guy was. It was to the point of absolute fear of touch. He would shiver before violently flinching away, glaring daggers.

He still didn't allow hugs or a highfive when he was in his right mind- not that Civilian saw him fully conscious ever apart from a couple times.

"Hungry?" Civilian mumbled, more to herself than anyone.

Still, Civilian placed Villain's head back onto the pillow and went into the kitchen to make some soup.

Chicken noodle soup with rice... her specialty. Chicken breast and rich seasoning, even one's dampened taste buds could taste the utter deliciousness of the watery broth.

Then the rice. Sometimes when Villain was on the mend, she would add some wild rice or lentils to the dish. Spooning some basic white rice into the bottom of the bowl, Civilian tapped her foot aimlessly.

The kettle on the stove whistled, Civilian pushed it off the heat and added the seasoning and celery. The savory scent wafted into her nose earning itself a tiny smile from Civilian.

Once the soup was done, she presented it to the still sleeping villain. His mouth hung open, desperate for air that his clogged nostrils couldn't deliver.

Dang. Poor guy was really ill.

Civilian sat next to Villain, so close that she could feel the rise of his chest. She shoved his face upwards. Villain blinked his eyes open and settled his gaze on Civilian's annoyed, but worried, face.

"Ghm," he moaned, rumbled in the back of his throat in a fatigued manner. "Cow hopping."

"Shut up," Civilian scolded and helped Villain to a seating position. He complied, but had no strength left to actually hold the stance.

So Civilian was forced to lay him against her chest and feed him by giving him a big old bear hug. Spoon after spoon went to his mouth until Civilian was just dumping it into his mouth without any natural swallowing reflex.

She took a wet rag and cleaned his face before laying him back onto the couch. Civilian smiled and tenderly touched his eyebrow.

Why did she have to care about him so much?

#bad things happen bingo #villain whumpee #civilian caretaker #villain x civilian #civilian #writing #sick villain #sick whumpee #delirious whumpee

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enchantedreaper · 3 years

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Many people might not know this, but I’ve always been fascinated with Disney’s color psychology when it comes to their good guys and bad guys. So, I wanted to do the same kind of analysis on how Kitten’s personality has other variations based on what color schemes she’s sporting. For instance, this beautiful pink Selkie puff dress (which I’ve been totally obsessed with) she wears represents her outwardly cute, sweet and innocent disposition. The Puff dress itself comes in a variety of colors, but pink was clearly a better match. Once the puff dress is removed, she shifts into a completely different person. Underneath the dress is a revealing two piece lingerie, worn by a Demon Slayer character, which I thought it would be a suitable choice for Kitten. Although it’s a sexy arrangement, the dark colors themselves reflect Kitten’s near-constant state of anger. For the third one, I think I had a little too much fun ruining her Selkie dress which was inspired by the dance club bombing scene in Breakfast on Pluto, along with Carrie White’s disastrous prom scene. In addition, Kitten just radiates this Yandere-chan energy, which I also got inspiration from said game character. And I hope I’m not the only one who sees it. So overall, pastels symbolize the sweet, innocent nature of a Disney Princess, while dark colors give off rage and insanity. With a combination of both, (aka, the blood splattered pink dress) someone’s about to get slain. And I know Kitten doesn’t possess fangs or slitted pupils, but come on. Let’s pretend she possesses these characteristics, she pulls it off splendidly, and no one can tell me otherwise. Who says Kitten can’t be a cute murderous psychopath?

In case anyone wants to what the Selkie site has going on right now, as well as where I get inspiration from: @aranoburns @100dabbo @arwyn-the-cyrptic-bisexural @abusivelittlebunny @ishtarssideblog @whentommymetalfie @nofckingfighting

Oh and where I got the idea for the bloody stains🥺

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jeonggukieandcream · 4 years

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Golden curls and a devilish smile

Request: Aw, something sweet maybe like... a Disney Movie Marathon? Where I call him Princess SINderella, like we said some time ago? Awww it’d be so cute and fluffy oofff ~ @ravenrainy

A/N: Happy birthday, dear!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day, a prosperous new year, and I wish you all the very best!! You’ve come so far and I’m so very proud of you. 🖤❤️ I love you a lot! 🖤❤️

GIFS indicate the different (and increasingly beautiful) phases of Michael. You’re there through it all; it’s what you both deserve. I wish I could reach through the screens and bring Michael into reality for you, honey, but I can’t. This is the best I can do for you and I think Michael would appreciate this (I hope you do, too!)

Word count: 2, 200.

Something so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things had quickly become a tradition between the two of you. It was something that neither of you had known just how much you would come to enjoy and cherish this occasion between you until it was happening, and from that point was it your go-to comfort activity, your way of shedding all of your daily responsibilities, worries, fears, insecurities and stresses.

Complex people the two of you were, but your ultimate way to relax was one of life’s simplest pleasures:

Having a Disney film marathon.

The way in which this tradition had become what it was between the two of you was just as simple as the good it brought you.

One night you had been studying while you were visiting Michael at the Murder House. Camped out on his bed had you been deeply saddened and concerned by the way that he had shuffled into the bedroom, the door wide open as a silent invitation towards Michael - it was his bedroom - and any of the nicer, gentler ghosts that wanted to join you while you watched Disney films and studied.

Michael’s baby blue eyes had been rimmed with redness which only served to enunciate the natural beauty of his eyes, and his golden curls were sticking to the sides of his face, so damp were his cheeks with tears. He was wearing a short sleeved grey shirt with dark blue on the collar and the edges of the sleeves, and checkered blue boxer shorts.

It was two in the afternoon and he was in his pyjamas, which meant both that Constance, his beloved grandmother, had been neglecting him this day as she always did. and also that it was one of those days in which the voices in his head which whispered nefarious things to him about doing their bidding, about doing his father’s bidding, were louder than usual.

You had cooed softly, dropped your pen immediately and held that hand out. Like the child he was mentally did Michael continue his shuffle over to you, his eyes and face turned downwards. You didn’t even need to ask Michael what was wrong, as immediately did he say, “Grandma won’t talk to me.” A quiet mumble which you barely heard, but you did hear him. You did.

Another soft noise left your lips and you cleared Michael’s bed for him, hurriedly closing textbooks, shutting your laptop after you quickly hit save, and almost throwing everything onto the bedside table in your rush to get Michael into your arms. Again did he take the initiative, waiting for you to shuffle over to the wall, laying down and stretching an arm out. Michael laid down as soon as you were settled, tucking his damp face into the crook of your warm neck. The tip of his nose was cold as he nuzzled it above your jugular, and your nose crinkled as you giggled at his light touch.

Your outstretched arm came around him, tucking Michael into your side, and he hummed softly and sniffled, a hand fisted to dash tears away from his eyes.

“I don’t know why I keep doing what I’m doing. I need help.” Michael burrowed into your side, so deeply that it was like he was trying to crawl inside you. He pressed himself tightly against you, an arm looping around your neck so that he could pull himself up just enough to hide his face from you, but also so that he could bury his face in your hair; using your body as the ultimate security blanket with which he would shield himself from the world and its cruelties; which never seemed to let up on him.

“I’ll help you, Michael.” A solemn vow which crawled inside Michael’s ears and brought a smile to his full lips as he once again shifted next to you, lifting his head to gaze at the television stationed at the foot of the bed.

“What are you watching?” That soft voice, those eager blue eyes. Tears had dried on his face and left tracks on his cheeks. It wasn’t the first time that Michael had come to you crying and it definitely wasn’t the last, but it was the first time that he had felt like he could ask you about what you were doing, a childlike innocence in his eyes as he looked curiously at the television.

“Cinderella.”

“What’s - “

You grabbed Michael’s hand and tugged him to lay back down beside you. “Shush. Just watch. I think you’ll like this one.”

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It came to pass after the first time that whenever either of you were upset, the other one would pick a Disney film and the two of you would watch as many as you could in the time that you had available to you.

When Michael was a student at Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, he did extremely well in keeping up with the expectations and pressures put on him, but oh, he carried so much fear, sadness and anger within him that sometimes he spent his days biting his tongue until it bled; holding himself back from cursing people out or condemning them all to the deepest pits of Hell.

For the most part could he control himself, but as pressures heightened, tensions rose and Michael’s head was left spinning against all that was being demanded from him - really, he had been thrown right into the deep end and given no time to discern up from down before people had started trying to harness his natural powers for their own, it seemed that there was need for another Disney film marathon.

You were, once again and without coincidence, camped out on Michael’s bed studying. His scent, which was saturated into the material of his duvet and pillows, helped to focus you, and being surrounded by his possessions kept you calm and focused as you wrote yet another essay. The door slammed open but you didn’t even slightly jump, so used were you to Michael’s admittedly dramatic ways.

You did look up, however, and Michael’s trembling lower lip cut across Ariel singing about I wanna be where the people are ~, and made it impossible for you to focus on the film. Mirroring the last time this had occurred did you immediately put your pen down, shove all of your materials to the side and open your arms up to Michael, who almost stomped over to you.

“They want me to take the Seven Wonders test in two weeks.”

“They what?! Michael, that could - “

“I know,” There was a notably whiny edge to his voice and you grinned to hear traces of the sweet boy that you had met all that time ago, “But everyone seems to think I can do this. No one gave me a fucking instruction manual and I - “ Michael cut himself off, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Is this Little Mermaid?”

“Yeah.” You tapped his arm. “Wanna cuddle with me? I’m gonna watch Aladdin after this and then maybe - “

You hadn’t even finished your sentence but Michael was already laying down in front of you, his head on his pillow, his body gently pushing you further back towards the wall. You laughed at his enthusiasm, your heart squeezing in your chest so deliciously, and wrapped your arm around his waist, tugging yourself closer to him as he adopted the position of the little spoon. Often times were you the little spoon, but today, emotionally vulnerable as he was, did it seem fitting for Michael to take your place. You didn’t care, really, as you pressed kisses to the side of Michael’s face, your other hand awkwardly coming to brush his golden curls back so that you could reach more of him.

“You’ll do perfectly, Michael. I wish they wouldn’t pressure you, though. You deserve so much more.”

“You are more.” Michael spoke quietly, as if he was afraid to ruin the tranquillity of the moment, and he could hear your thoughts racing, so loud were they. “They don’t know me like you do.” They don’t love me like you do. Everyone always wanted something from Michael. His name, his powers, his father... but not you. No. You saw Michael for who he truly was and you loved him all the more for it.

You were his Queen, he your King, and one day would you rise from the ashes of this world together like a phoenix.

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“Oh, my love,” A weary sigh from the suddenly open doorway of Michael’s bedroom in Outpost Three. “You look so tired. What’s the matter?”

You put your phone down, stretching languidly on Michael’s bed, aware all the time of his appreciative gaze as he made his way towards you with slow, measured footsteps which rang out around the room, the sound bouncing off the walls. To him, you were the most beautiful woman on this plane of existence and all the others. “Can’t sleep,” You sighed, “I don’t know why... for the last three days I can’t sleep... can’t study... so I’m just watching Disney clips on my phone to pass the time.”

“Do you want me to help you get some sleep?”

You shook your head and lifted an arm out of the duvet, holding your hand out towards Michael with a mischievous smirk on your face, a devious glint in your eye that looked so right on your face. You were tired enough that you were thinking and speaking without really thinking about what was going to come out of your mouth, and Michael couldn’t deny that he much preferred this lack of a filter. It made you a little bit more interesting - though, granted, you were already the most captivating person he had ever come across in his short time on Earth.

“No. But - do you want to watch Disney with me, Sinderella?”

Michael stopped at the side of your bed and tilted his head quizzically. “I beg your pardon?”

You resisted the millennial urge to say, then beg, finding the meme hilarious in this context but knowing that Michael wouldn’t understand it; and instead tugged him onto the bed with you, taking your place beside him and putting your head on his chest to better hear his heartbeat. It was your favourite song and never again did you ever want to hear a repeated refrain of any of the songs which played on a loop downstairs; you just wanted this song and this refrain for the rest of your life.

“Oh, come on,” You grinned, looking up at him, “Golden curls and those eyes? Baby, you’re a Disney princess. And, do you get it? Sinderella?”

Michael’s baby blues told you that he didn’t.

Your grin only widened as you pulled up a notes app on your phone - you would never know how Michael still had internet, electricity and a Netflix which was curiously stacked with only your favourites and things which you would enjoy once you found the time to watch them - and typed two words:

Cinderella and Sinderella.

Michael took your phone from you, his fingers grazing yours sensually as he did so, and his eyes roamed over the two words. Confusion melted into genuine amusement after a few seconds and his eyes glittered with mirth in the candlelit room, a soft orange glow cast about his face only seeming to amplify the blue of his eyes and turning his hair even more golden.

“Very clever,” He praised, “But tell me - if I’m a Disney princess, what does that make you?”

Endless possibilities filled your mind but you were only interested in the one where the laptop continued to play Disney films on repeat and Michael’s torso remained as your pillow, which rose and fell with his every breath. You just wanted this moment forever; Michael feeling safe and warm, cherished and loved in your embrace as you pressed yourself into his body; wanting to feel as much of him as you could within one touch.

“Hush, love,” Michael cooed, his chest rumbling in your ear as his deep voice filled your senses, “I’m not going anywhere. Sleep.”

“I love you,” You tried to say that you loved him a second time, which immediately followed the first, and you felt a light pressure on your forehead as Michael kissed you with his full lips.

“I love you too. My Raven.” The last two words were full of pride, of joy and of love, and you finally, finally, found sleep in the arms of your Disney princess, of your Sinderella.

Only for you would Michael allow such liberties.

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Though you and Michael had met quite by chance, it was an encounter from which serendipity had been born. Your friendship and eventual relationship was an intense roller coaster which consisted only of celestial highs and hellish lows, but you wouldn’t change any of it for all the world.

He was your Antichrist, and you were his Raven, and though you were whole individuals, together were you the unstoppable King and Queen of the New World.

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon fluff #michael langdon cuddles #happy birthday!#i love you and michael so so much #ahs #ahs imagine #ahs 8 #ahs 8 imagine #american horror story #american horror story imagine #american horror story apocalypse #ahs apocolaypse

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 4 years

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1-36 ALL OF EM. ALL OF EM.

THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR, BRO. ALL FANDOMS.

1. First ship you remember

Peter Pan/Wendy Darling (Disney’s Peter Pan) is my best guess as far back as I can remember. That’s the original OTP next to Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle (DCU) and Ariel/Prince Eric (Disney’s The Little Mermaid).

2. Your newest ship

Hmmm,,, I haven’t really watched anything new,,,,,,, but I mean I did get into Geralt/Jaskier (Netflix’s The Witcher) recently. I really like them.

3. Favourite ship ever

STARES LONGINGLY AT PETER/WENDY

I go between them and Mulan/Li Shang (Disney’s Mulan) and Korra/Asami Sato (Avatar: Legend of Korra) and Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov (Yuuri On Ice) and Arya Stark/Gendry Waters (GOT/ASOIAF) for my favorite ships of all time

4. Favourite m/f ship

I grew up on the His Dark Materials books and I always was a Lyra Belaqua/Will Parry shipper and that has never ever changed. They’re so sweet. I WOULD LIKE PHILIP PULLMAN TO BRING THEM IN THE NEXT BOOK THAT IS SUPPOSED TO COME OUT. DO NOT FUCK AROUND.

5. Favourite m/m ship

you really can’t wrong with Ash Lynx/Eiji Okumura (Banana Fish) except you can and I don’t care,,,, everyone’s alive and fine and not depressed,,,,,,,

6. Favourite f/f ship

do you know how much my heart broke when they refused to do Emma Swan/Regina Mills (Once Upon A Time) EVEN THOUGH everything in canon said they were True Love????? now I’m just pissed,,,,, I can’t let go of them

7.Most innocent ship

OH GOD,,, KATARA/AANG (AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER). THE FLUFFIEST. THE HAPPIEST. THE SWEETEST BABIES.

8.Most fluffy ship

WHAT DID I LITERALLY JUST SAY???

9.Most angsty ship

good god it’s Clarke Griffin/Lexa (The 100) but I still love them and I know I wasn’t THERE for Lexa dying but I’m STILL livid about what they did and how they treated the LGBT+ community and I’m gonna throw hands,,,, ever since it happened and Clexa is mentioned in the show,,, it’s always so painful,,,,, Clarke is not letting Lexa go and tbh she shouldn’t and I’m gonna get mad again

10. Most smutty ship

Smut is optional, not a requirement for my ships.

11. Ship that you would never have wanted in canon but like in fanworks

I don’t fucking trust MCU so they can have none of my ships!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12. Character that you can only imagine in one ship

BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING.

13. Most shippable character

Merlin (BBC Merlin) and Harry Potter.

14. Character that you can’t imagine in any ship

Any character I don’t like.

15. Favourite poly ship

I love love love love Rey/Finn/Poe Dameron. Finnreypoe. Jedistormpilot. I fell in love with Rey/Finn and Finn/Poe through “The Force Awakens” and then saw in the novelization that there was hints of Rey/Poe Dameron and LATCHED onto it. Don’t even fight me with “The Rise Of Skywalker” because it was COMPLETELY a Jedistormpilot movie and that’s all I was there for. Those three characters.

16. Characters that you kinda ship but prefer as brotp FRIENDSHIP

since I think Katniss might be aroace,,, I wanna say Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark and don’t get wrong,,,, I do ship but more platonic ship

17. Characters that you ship and can’t imagine to be friends

Spike himself said that Buffy Summers/Angel (Buffy The Vampire Slayer) dynamic could never be friends and only friends and he’s right

18. Guilty pleasure ship

GUILT IS CRINGE!! CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD!!! YOU SHIP THINGS TO YOUR HEART’S DELIGHT!!!!! HAVE FUN!!!

19. Ship that you never expected to ship.

I was straightbaited by Black Sails while watching as it aired and never saw Captain James Flint/Thomas Hamilton coming,,,, or them unburying the gays,,,,, I thought the whole time Thomas and James were sharing Miranda,,,

20. Ship that you liked but don’t anymore

at one point I liked Callum/Soren (The Dragon Prince) but I’m over them and I’m over that show and I don’t support Aaron fucking Ehasz

21. Ship that one day you were thinking of and thought “wait,when I started shipping it?”

I DO THAT LITERALLY WITH EVERY SHIP I HAVE

22. Ship that you immediately fall in love with after one scene despite not considering it before.

aahhhh I saw Toni Topez interact with Cheryl Blossom from Riverdale after their confrontation which was like,,,, the first time they ever spoke to each other,,,, but then the diner scene happened, and now I ship them. And they’re canon.

23. Poly ship that you ship despite not shipping some of the characters in it outside of poly ship.

I only ship Ryn/Maddie Bishop/Ben Powell with each other. That’s it. IT’S A CANON INTERRACIAL LGBT+ SHIP. IT’S REAL. I’M SO HAPPY.

24. Biggest notp

Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon (DCU),,,,, oooh don’t get me fucking started

25. Favourite foe yay ship

L/Light (Death Note). That’s a classic. I know Light made sure his ass was murdered but c’mon,,, c’mon,,,, THE CREDITS TO THE LAST EPISODE THO??? DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT???? THAT WAS GAY AS HELL.

26. Characters that you like in every dynamic (lovers,friends,enemies)

we gotta go with Doctor/Master (Doctor Who),,, they’ve been all three,,,,, nobody can tell me otherwise and that’s the beauty of these two! My favorite versions are 1) Thirteen/Dhawan!Master, 2) Ten/Simms!Master, and 3) Twelve/Missy and if you add Simms!Master with the last one then it’s GOLDEN

27. Ship that you expected to ship before reading/watching franchise and you do

I saw gifs and things of Anne Lister/Ann Walker (Gentleman Jack) before I started watching and I already knew I was gonna fall in love AND I DID

28. Ship that you expected to ship before reading/watching franchise and you don’t

this might be a weird one but I really thought I was gonna ship Victor Van Dort/Victoria Everglot or Victor Van Dort/Emily (Corpse Bride) and I just didn’t for either of them. I DO HOWEVER SHIP EMILY/VICTORIA EVERGLOT.

29. Favourite crossover ship

OHHHHH we gotta go with Kate Kane/Kara Danvers (Arrowverse) like look at them look at the gay it’s like SuperBat but the female millennial version

30. Favourite canon ship

Princess Bubblegum/Marceline (Adventure Time)! I’m overjoyed they are canon! I’m not done watching all of this show but still,,,,, and that means we can get Prince Gumball/Marshall Lee to be confirmed canon too?? Yes??

31. Favourite non-canon ship

I know we can’t like CONFIRM in canon but Frodo Baggins/Samewise Gamgee are in love and there’s no denying this. They’re canon enough to me.

32. Favourite ship for hurt-comfort

All of my ships are good for hurt/comfort and whump. I don’t discriminate.

33. Ship that you ship in one installment of franchise but not in other (for example in movie,but not in the book this movie is based on)

I ship Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling in the movies for Hannibal related things, even though Will Graham exists in them, but I ship Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham for NBC’s Hannibal 100% and won’t ship them with anyone else

34. Ship that you never expected to ship when you were younger but here you are

I never expected to ship Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger all together years down the road,,,,, since as a kid I flip-flopped between Ron/Hermione & Harry/Me,,,, er,,,,,,,,, I mean Harry/My OC That Was Definitely Not Me At All and Harry/Hermione but here we are

35. Ship that you have kinda love/hate relationship with

right now it’s Rue Bennett/Jules Vaughn (HBO’s Euphoria) because they’re so cute,,, they really are,,, but they can be so bad together and I hate that! I just want it to work out but Jules doesn’t understand her own feelings,,, and is kinda fucking around with Rue’s feelings,,,,,, and Rue needs to deal with her drug addiction problems first,,,, but let’s see what happens for Season 2

36. Characters that you can’t decide if you prefer as ship or brotp

okay FIRST OFF we don’t “brotp” anything no more because the term was created with homophobic connotations so replace it with “friendship” and honestly I can’t decide if I like Lucifer/Chloe Decker (Netflix’s Lucifer) as a romantic or platonic ship or somewhere between. I haven’t decided.

#ask #glove23 #long post

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agentsofmarvel · 5 years

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My Peculiar Children Headcannons!

jacob:

- favorite class in school is history.

- his idea of "dressing fancy" is a button down polo and sperry's.

- broke his arm when he was seven from jumping off a play set in his backyard while "running away from the monsters".

- gets super whiny and affectionate when he's sick. he will cry for emma or miss. peregrine 24/7.

- has insomnia and has horrible nightmares of his grandfather, wights, and hollows.

emma:

- before the loop, she loved drawing and spending time with her little sister julia.

- takes up photography and wants to do something with photojournalism when she's older.

- her favorite movie is "to all the boys i've loved before" and anything she can find on Netflix.

- after playing around on the beach with a volleyball, she found out she's really good. jacob signed her up for a team immediately.

- her modern day fashion is the Aeropostale / Hollister style.

bronwyn:

- she is ecstatic about all the women's rights movements and how young people are trying to make a difference.

- the peculiars thought she would be good at american football, but she didn't like using her peculiarity to push people around, so she's doing flag football.

- she wants to be a elementary teacher or do something with children when she's older.

- barely uses modern technology. she's happy with a normal, everyday book or a board game.

- she would much rather watch children's movies than teen and adult movies.

millard:

- discovered harry potter and he is in love. he is 100% ravenclaw and proud.

- he also loves fantasy/fiction books like percy jackson and hunger games.

- still communicates [ and has a major crush ] with lily from AMOD.

- loves having fun and asking random questions to Siri and Alexa. he will google deep dive for hours.

- that Barnes & Noble cozy, book and coffee loving aesthetic.

hugh:

- wearer of large hoodies [ preferably yellow ] and yellow and black fuzzy socks. he probably owns a pair of clout goggles too darn it.

- quiet, sad, and distant ever since the loss of fiona. but he's starting to open up and talk to the others more.

- likes Nintendo games like Super Smash Bros and Mario Kart and can get pretty competitive.

- owner of many many many succulents. they are all over his and jacob's shared room.

- he freaks when he hears about the declining bee population and does whatever he can to help.

enoch:

- jacob introduced him to panic! at the disco, fall out boy, and my chemical romance. he freaks out whenever someone plays the first key of "welcome to the black parade".

- wears the "normal people scare me" shirt all the time. other than that, he has a black hoodie that's two sizes too big.

- he loves stores like hot topic and will buy everything if miss. peregrine doesn't stop him.

- will not admit this to anyone, but he secretly watches Dan Howell all the time.

- likes those murder mystery shows that come on in the middle of the night.

horace:

- completely and absolutely disgusted by modern day fashion. however, he watches shows like "project runway" and award shows to see celebrities outfits.

- also hates modern day junk food. like with pizza in AMOD, he hates anything greasy or too fattening.

- he does like memory foam pillows and comfy blankets. they help him with the nightmares.

- likes cats better than dogs and tea better than coffee.

- the kind of person that starts something with so much enthusiasm and gives up after something doesn't go his way.

olive:

- my little disney loving princess. her favorites are merida and mulan because they are brave and don't need any man to help them.

- wears mismatched clothes and bright colors to match her personality.

- absolutely loves school. she loves making all new friends and school lunches are great! [ she doesn't understand why so many kids find it gross ]

- wants to do dance and gymnastics, but can't due to her shoes, which really upsets her.

- watches those toy opening videos on youtube and wants to start her own channel.

claire:

- she freaking adores my little pony and wants to own every piece of hasbro merchandise ever created.

- adorable little pink and white aesthetic that makes her look sweet and innocent, but if you cross her.....

- her favorite modern day food is Mac and Cheese [ which is too hard to eat with her back mouth so she doesn't use it ]

- doesn't like school as much as olive. she would rather stay home and read with bronwyn.

- has taken up soccer and is actually pretty good. she looks adorable in her oversized uniform.

fiona: [ she's still alive! ]

- really upset about pollution and global warming and will try to help in any way possible.

- likes to wear jean overalls over random t-shirts because she doesn't care if they get dirty

- started a gardening club at school that her & hugh run and she loves it!

- started to tie her hair up more into things like pigtail braids or buns. hugh loves putting little flowers too and she'll leave them there forever.

- can actually sing pretty good, but is too afraid to ever sing in front of anyone. she's sung once before to hugh and that's it.

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrines #mphfpc

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angelstrenchcoat-67 · 6 years

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Matchmakers

Pairing: Alex X Reader

Warnings: None yet

Series Summary:

Since I joined the cast of Supernatural, 5 years ago, they have made it their mission to find me a boyfriend, but things haven't been exactly easy. But when a new face joins the cast, the Padaleckis, the Ackles, and the Collins take it upon themselves to use the hiatus to become matchmakers.

PART 1

The last couple of weeks have been pretty intense. With reshooting scenes, doing voice overs, and making sure everything is done for the season finale, I don't think there isn't any bone or muscle in my body that isn't crying for a good sleep. But of course there are stunts left to practice, and scenes that still need to be shot that I know will leave me broken, emotionally as well as physically.

"You look like crap" I hear Genevieve's voice before I even see her but then she appears next to me with a mocking smirk plastered on her face.

"That's what ending a season does to you" I sigh dramatically as I rest my back on the chair, a few bones craking. "Jared didn't say you were comming. Where are the kids?"

I lean forward, trying to look for them as Gen takes the seat next to me.

"Jared is somewhere showing off to Jensen how Odette is taller than Zep" Gen says, clearly not amused by her husband's childishness. "And Tom and Shep are playing with a helicopter Clif got them"

"As Odette's Godmother and Tom and Shep's favorite not blood related aunt, don't tell Danneel I said that, I deserve to see them first" I try to sound offended but Gen just rolls her eyes with a grin on her face. "Even before their father"

"So" Gen starts, and I already know the tone in her voice. "I've heard that you and Alex are getting along quite well"

"You and Danneel seriously need to find a hobby other than messing with my love life" I recriminate her with my eyes but she just laughs with a sparkle of guilt in her look. "She literally asked me that a couple of days ago"

"I'm just curious" She looks at me innocently but I know her better, her mind is already making some wicked plan. "You are single. He is single. It's just a thought"

"He is a really good friend, just that" I blush a little because I know that it's not just that. I mean, we are friends. But we are both aware that we are single so a couple of flirty comments have been exchanged, but nothing more. But Gen can’t know that. "He's okay, I guess"

"I've seen him, Y/N" Gen huffs, insulted by my way of minimazing how Alex really looks. "And 'okay' is not the word I would use to describe him"

"You are a married woman" I laugh but I know she is right. We've all seen Alex. He looks like the type of guy Disney would hire to play the prince in their next princess movie.

"But not a blind one" She coughs when we see Jared comming our way with Odette sitting on his shoulders, alongside with Alex and Jensen.

"Ladies" Jensen greets Gen with a soft kiss to the forehead, and sticks his tongue out to me. Classic.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be filming a scene?" I reach for Odette but Jared has to help me out since the height difference doesn't really allow me.

"Misha is currently running some lines with Ruth so we have a couple minutes to spare" I barely catch Alex's words over Odette's babbling.

"Oh, that's good, I guess" I smile at Alex and I can see from the corner of my eyes, the look that Jared, Jensen and, Gen are sharing.

"Hey, now that they are both here, maybe it's a good time to tell them, Gen" Jared looks down at her wife as Jensen’s grin spreads across his face as he shakes his head a little.

"Oh, yes!" Gen's eyes light up and she looks between Alex and I. "Jensen's family, as well as Misha's will be joing us for the break. We are going to our beach house there so we thought it would be a good idea for all of us to go together"

"We are all planning to meet at the airport to start the trip together from there" Jensen jumps in, catching my attention. "I could look for your tickets if you decide to come"

A couple of days by the beach don't sound bad at lot, even if the guys want to use it to play cupid. I definitely need a few days to unwind and to relax with a few piña coladas in my hand.

"I would love to" I nod at Jensen, and I catch Alex bitting his lips, as if his trying to hold back a smile.

"Yeah, me too" Alex looks up and smiles at me. "Count me in"

"It's going to be amazing" Gen smirks widly as she winks at me. "I promise"

"I love that kid but sometimes I want to strap him to a chair, I swear" Danneel grunts as Zep keeps running away from her, constantly almost bumping in all the people that are in our gate. "I don't know why he is not like his twin"

I eye up Arrow, who's sitting next to JJ with a bottle between her chubby hands as she watches her sister coloring.

"Maybe he gets it from his dad" I let out in almost a whisper so that Jensen can't hear me, but when I turn around, he's glaring at me. "I'm kidding"

"West was a lot worse, I felt like if I wasn't careful, he would jump through the roof" Vicky exhales and I honestly feel bad for this woman, I love those kids, but I know the energy that they have. I've had to babysit them and I had to preper myself emotionally for the wild ride that is taking care of 8 kids.

"Everyday you give me more reasons not to have babies" I laugh, even though I know I actually want kids. Eventually, tho. In a far future.

"Oh but we want a mini Alex" Gen grins, which makes Vicky and Dee laugh.

"You are seriously still on that?" I roll my eyes, trying to hold the smile on my face. "Not happening"

"Oh, come on" Dee insisted. "I've catch him looking at you or the other way around, or that time on set when you were all over each other"

"We were not" I gasp, looking around to make sure Alex can't hear us. "We are just friends, even if you girls don't believe it"

"We know you are just friends, honey" Vick giggles and it's so quick, I almost miss it. "We are just going to make sure it doesn't stay like that"

"You are evil" I try to sound irritated but I know the grin that is creeping through my face doesn't allow me to.

Suddenly Jensen stands up, catching everyone's attention. Even Zep who can't seem to stop bouncing on the top of his carry on.

"So I'm going hand out the tickets" He starts sorting the papers through his hands. He looks up at me and then at Alex. "Alex, Y/N, since you guys joined later I wasn't able to book the seats with us but you'll be together, at least" Off course we are.

"Don't corrupt my child, Y/N" Misha is the first one to speak, making everyone laughs as I just feel my cheeks getting red and warm by the second.

"Okay, they are boarding now" Jared grabs Shep's hand and pushes their carry ons with the other. "Let's go"

We all start walking towards the gate and I can tell the little joke going around between the families as they giggle and share looks as they watch Alex and I walking side by side. This feels like middle school. We walk through the jet bridge, the kids running between us as they chase each other. A few 'stop it' and 'be careful' are shared between the parents and the kids, which only gets them more giggles from the five older munchkins.

We greet the flight attendants at the door of the plane as they guide us to our seats. Dee grins at me as Alex and I walk pass her since our seats are not with them.

"I think these are ours" Alex point at two lonely seats at the last row. There are a few seats taken close to us but overall lonely, the closest person is two rows in front of us.

Can they be any more obvious?

"Do you want the window or the aisle?" Alex asks me as he opens the overhead bin to place our carry ons inside. As he does so, his arms flex, making his biceps pop. Oh Chuck. "Y/N?"

"Uh, window" I blush as I realize he caught me spacing over his muscles. "If you don't mind"

"Not at all" His sweet smile spreads across his face and I push myself towards the window before I space out again.

"Y/N" I feel a soft tapping on my shoulder but I just shrug it off, pushing my face deeper into my soft pillow.

"Y/N" Something nudges me harder this time so I groan, ready to murder who ever dared to wake me.

"What?" I open my eyes only to find a very humored flight attendant and Alex blushing as I'm basically using him as my private bed. I feel my cheeks getting red by the second as I try to make up some words. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry"

I try to apologize to Alex as I move myself as far away from him as I can, until I feel my back touch the window.

"It's okay" Alex laughs as he looks at the flight attendant as she is waiting for me. "Mhmm, you have to order, Y/N"

"Oh, yes! Sorry" I look at her with a guilty look on my face but she just smiles in return. "I'll have apple juice and..."

"Chicken or meat sandwich?" The flight attendant replies as she notices that I don't know the options.

"Chicken will do" I try to ignore Alex as I grab the plate from her. "Thank you, and again, sorry"

She mumbles a 'it's no problem' before walking away, leaving us in dead silence. Great, now you have to make small talk.

"So, how long did I sleep" I question Alex as I unwrap my meal. He choose the meat one which actually seems better than my option.

"About an hour, I think" He smiles a little and then proceeds to take a large bite of his sandwich. "I slept, too"

I can barely make out his words but I manage to understand him somehow. We finish eating in silence, occasionally letting out a chuckle at the movie that's playing in the tiny monitors in front of us.

"I think I'm going to check on the others" I close my table, grabbing the left overs in my hands.

I try to push myself between the front seat and Alex's legs so he notices and tries to make as much space as he possibly can. While I'm squeezing myself past him, all I can hope is that there isn't any sudden turbulence that would land me on top of him. Please.

I manage to make it to the aisle without throwing myself on top of Alex so I give myself a mental high five. I walk to the back of the plane where a flight attendant takes my trash and helps me dispose it.

I make my way to the main aisle, looking for my entire group, which I thought they'd be easy to find since they are traveling with 8 kids so that means noise. But I notice they're sleeping when I find them, except for Tom, who's playing something on his iPad.

"Hi" I kneel on the aisle, between Gen and Vic, trying not to make too much noise since I would probably get murdered by all the grown ups if I wake even one kid up.

"Oh, hey" Gen smiles at me tiredly and I know she was almost falling asleep. "How's everything back there?"

"Good" I nod my head more than I should've, totally acting normal. "Nothing out of the ordinary"

"That's not what I saw" Vic raises her eyebrow as she looks for something in her bag. She pulls out her phone and then looks for something until she is basically shoving it in front of our faces. "Looks like cuddling to me"

I gasp as I watch myself resting on Alex's side as he has his head on top of mine, just as asleep as I am.

"When did you take that?" I try to grab the phone but Vic is quicker, pulling it away from my reach.

"When I went to the bathroom" She throws the phone back in her purse, giving me a triumphant smirk.

"Not even a day into the trip and you are already getting busy" Gen teases me as she wiggles her eyebrows exaggeratedly.

"I fell asleep" I grunt, pushing my head between my hands. "I wasn't doing it on purpuse"

"Sure, sure" Gen nods her head, with a mocking tone in her voice.

"Okay, I think I'm just gonna go" I stand up as Gen rolls her eyes, muttering something about me denying the truth.

I walk back to my seat to find Alex watching something on his phone. He looks up at me and then proceeds to give me space to take my seat. I'm about to say something when the flight attendant speaks through the microphone. Her words are really hard to make out but I manage to understand that we are starting the landing process. "Finally" I sigh, putting on my seat belt.

"Good to know you enjoyed my company" Alex laughs, obviously teasing me.

"I didn't mean it like that" I roll my eyes. "Besides, you made a really good pillow"

"Good to know" He grins so before my cheeks give me away, I look out the window.

Before we left the airport to drive to the Padalecki's beach house, we decided to rent some cars. Obviously each family picked a car so Alex and I are sharing a car together. Just the two of us.

"So what are you must excited about?" Alex asks me as he drives while I look out the passenger's side.

"Just relaxing in general" I breath out as I catch a beautiful house in a distance which I asume is the Padelecki's. "You?"

"Just getting a little bit of sun" Alex slows down as we aproach the house, Jared driving in front of us and Jensen and Misha following behind. "I love Canada but I seriously need some warm weather"

"Tell me about it" I sigh as I feel the beachy breeze through the car window. "I can't wait to get off this clothes and into my bikini and just take all the sun"

"Make sure to invite me" Alex winks at me and parks next to Jared's. He's out of the car before I can even react.

I don't give myself time to blush because I'm Y/N. I can flirt if I want to. And he is not going to intimidate me. Well, at least I won't let him know that he does.

Alex comes up at my side, opening the door for me so I take my chance. "If you keep being such a gentleman, maybe I will" I hold myself by his bicep before giving it a light squeeze. I walk towards the others and I know Alex is walking behind me, trying to hold back a smirk. I know this because I am doing just that.

"Let's get the luggage inside so I can show everyone their room and then we could go down to the beach to watch the sunset" Gen suggest as Jared unloads their bags from their car.

"Y/A" Gen calls me as Alex goes back to the car to get our things. "The house has four rooms so we are all taking one so..."

"Let me guess" I roll my eyes as Jared and Gen share a guilty but totally on purpose look. "Alex and I are sharing"

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Sooo, this is my first Supernatural story. I don't know why I chose Alex as my first because I'm usually a Sam girl, occasionally a Dean girl, too. This is the first part of the series, I don't intend to make it really long but we'll see as we go. Hope you like it and if you got any tips or recommendations, just let me know! English is not my first language so bear with me if I make any mistakes. Thanks ❤️

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #alex calvert #alex calvert fanfiction #alex calvert smut #alex calvert fluff #alex x reader

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jamiekturner · 5 years

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The animation movies you shouldn’t miss in your lifetime

Animation movies are not simply more sophisticated cartoons. Over the years, they’ve introduced us to some of the best cinema characters, involved us in memorable stories, and gathered millions of fans worldwide.

But which are the best animation movies to see? In fact, what makes an animation movie good? Which was the best animation movie ever?

Of course, everyone can answer these questions differently depending on what they like, but there are a few movies we can all agree were blockbusters. What makes an animation movie stand out are most of the time the characters, story, and animation style.

Here’s our collection of the 30 best animation movies of all times. Give this list a look, and you will certainly find a few of your personal favorites in there.

If not, it is time to explore the animation world and to find new horizons!

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937)

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Disney’s production has more amazing cartoon movies than we can possibly gather here, but this is the story they’ll always be recognized for – the tale of the beautiful, wandering princess, the mean queen, the handsome savior, and the sidekick band of helpful and funny dwarfs.

The awesome fairytale written by the Grimm brothers was not only the kicker hand-drawn animation of Walt Disney, but also the first animation movie in the history of the moving pictures industry.

Time can do nothing against it – after almost a century, you shed some light over the old painting, and it springs to life!

Fantasia (1940)

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This great animation film brings together the best of the Disney world, Tchaikovsky’s music, and magic. You will be delighted by the unique mixture of Western classical sounds and the visual game of Disney’s characters while Leopold Stokowski leads the Philadelphia Orchestra.

Dumbo (1941)

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A filmmaker from Pixar shared an interesting story with us – his mother who could barely understand English, watched Dumbo and understood what his mom wanted as she interlocked trunks with him inside a circus cage. This is what makes this movie a proper animation hero – you understand it without words!

Bambi (1942)

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Bambi marked some of the best moments in Disney’s history and top animated movies, such as its mother being shot by a hunter and leaving the tiny sweet fawn to fend. More than a cartoon, Bambi is a lyrical and beautiful affirmation of the miracle of life, and stands for values such as family, friends, and our glorious nature. The titular doe of this movie loses its innocence as it’s mother dies, but also grows up virtuously, gains knowledge, and becomes capable of depending itself.

Robin Hood (1973)

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Robin Hood was the first animation movie to be released after Walt Disney died. At the time, it was considered to be an embarrassing, on-budget piece, but time reversed that to one of the best animation movies of all times.

We all know the story of Robin Hood – the hero of the little people who steals from the rich. He was animated several times, but none of his adaptations was as charming and memorable as the one made by Disney’s animators.

The concept was the same as in fairytales – whistling rooster narrators, a maid for Robin to fall in love with (Marian), and a furry squad of brave friends helping Robin recover what Prince John has stolen.

Belladonna of Sadness (1973)

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What inspired Japanese director Eiichi Yamamoto to create this unbelievable psychosexual animation was Jules Michelet’s book on witchcraft and feminism called La Sorciere.

The beautiful yet disturbing piece was released in 1973, and the ones who saw it certainly remember how shocking it was for the standards of that time.

In 2016, there was a new Belladonna release in the U.S., and it had pretty much the same effect on people. Even modern society finds such animated fantasy traumatizing, and is not prepared to embrace how scandalous it is.

For instance, the heroine gets visually assaulted, and some viewers may find that disturbing.

In short, you may like or dislike the story behind it, but this animation is certainly a masterpiece. It was created in a unique and delicate manner, using a pleasing pastel palette of watercolors the human eye enjoys.

Street of Crocodiles (1986)

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Movie production in the 80s was almost entirely digital, but that didn’t prevent visionaries Timothy and Stephen Quay from drawing one of world’s best stop-motion pieces. Their short animation features a hatched-faced puppet with a decaying body that navigates a bunch of dancing screws, and creates a feeling of being stuck in a vivid dream that won’t let you wake up.

The piece attracts interest even today, especially among surrealist and stop-motion artist. The Quays were actually inspired by Jan Svankmajer and the writer Bruno Schultz, two of Poland’s best known names in the surrealism world.

My Neighbor Totoro (1988)

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Two years after Street of Crocodiles, the world was introduced to an even better animated film -My Neighbor Totoro. It has been 30 years since, and this movie still lifts up the spirit of those watching it, as it features one of the most heart-warming stories.

The main characters are two adorable Japanese children leaving their home to find magic. Along the way, they discover a wondrous cat bus and a gentle giant named Totoro who helps them accomplish their mission.

This makes Totoro one of the best cartoon movies suitable for all ages: everyone could enjoy a supernatural, slightly uninhibited delight.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit? (1988)

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Robert Zemeckis is the name behind this groundbreaking, hybrid crime/comedy movie. First of its kind, this movie treats the murder of a bunny, and features an iconic toon-loathing detective working on the case.

‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’ broke all records of production expense. It cost more than any film produced during the 80s, and became the 2nd highest-grossing movie in 1988.

Akira (1988)

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Kanye West appointed Akira as the leader among its favorite films, and many of us can agree with him. The incredibly detailed sci-fi movie doesn’t stay behind names such as Matrix or the Blade Runner, while its imaginative urban setting display makes it the finest Japanese animation ever created. In fact, Akira has become a cult with millions of followers worldwide.

The main protagonist is a Neo-Tokyo teen biker called Tetsuo. Tetsuo’s mission is to release the unlawfully imprisoned psychic Akira, and his way there features the best action scenes ever to be seen in the animation world.

The Little Mermaid (1989)

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There’s almost no girl out there who didn’t dream of becoming a mermaid, and they own this to one of Disney’s most compelling stories. This romantic movie follows the life of beautiful mermaid Ariel whose dream was to have legs and to live on land.

It is with Ariel that Disney’s renaissance took off. We all associated the Faustian tale with making important choices in our life, such as the one Ariel made when giving up her voice to pursue being human.

Her love story with charming prince Eric provided us one of the most memorable movie soundtracks, and we learnt to love her despite of her stubbornness. This is why The Little Mermaid still counts as a favorite Disney movie.

Beauty and the Beast’ (1991)

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Do you remember the love story of Bella and the Beast? Next to the inspiring story of Bella’s pure soul discovering the prince inside a buffalo, this movie caused a drastic change in the world of best animation, causing many people to take it seriously.

Looking at the magnificent ballroom sequence and the couple’s first dance, we found it hard to believe that the film was computer-generated. Actually, Beauty and the Beast was so good that it became the first animated movie to earn a Best Picture Nomination.

Aladdin (1992)

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Yup, these were the golden years of the Disney production of animated films! Following the success of Ariel, Bella, and their prices, animators recreated another iconci character, and that was Aladdin.

Prior to this movie hitting screens, many people were unaware of the inspiring and romantic rags-to-riches story, despite of it being a classic 1001 Nights tale.

It follows the dreams of an open-vested, homeless, and hopelessly in love boy who’d set an eye on a rich and beautiful princess. As hard as his evil enemy Jafar tries to get her, she still falls for Aladdin, the boy with the magic carpet, Robin Williams-voiced genie, and enormous heart.

FernGully (1992)

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FernGully is another classic in the animation world that treats the destruction of Earth and all creatures that live on it. It was created for children, and they loved how protagonist fairy Christa fought against the destruction of her Australian rainforest.

Her assistant was a boy named Zak, and her enemy was a logging company attempting to wreck her world. You may find it interesting to know that this movie inspired Avatar and the creation of princess Mononoke.

Porco Rosso (1992)

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Ain’t this a weird film! And yet, a lovely one! Hayao Miyazaki presented us the story of an ex WWI fighter pilot from Italy, and that pilot happened to be a funny red pig. For protagonist Porco Rosso, being a pig is nothing bad – he still canoodles with beautiful ladies assisted by Fio, his mechanic protégée. This film is both engaging and historically rich, and is definitely worth watching!

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

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As his projections show, Tim Burton comes up with the weirdest pairings ever – beetles and juice, hands and scissors, and this time even Hallowing and Christmas. In this movie, we get to meet the pumpkin king and his sudden Christmas joy. And right when you think it can’t get better, you hear Danny Elfman’s live performance of ‘What’s This’.

The Lion King (1994)

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Here’s another of Disney’s major works with a Shakespearean background. Instead of Hamlet, we’re acquainted with a lion family and their friends from the jungle, and we get to see some of life’s most important values on screen.

The film also has iconic musical sequences – the renowned soundtrack, for instance, is many people’s association of a beautiful childhood.

The music was written by Hans Zimmer, a legend among composers who actually manages to turn emotions into sounds. As Simba and Nala tussle in the grass, their love warms our hearts, the same as Scar’s betrayal makes us angry and eager to help Simba discover that he has no fault for his father’s death.

As we watch on, we get to adore Simba’s little Hakuna Matata friend, or the buds Timon and Pumbaa as they help him become king of the jungle.

Toy Story (1995)

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Toy Story is Pixar’s first and arguably ultimate achievement. It was such a success that it turned the company into a film franchise, and it set the standards of how a perfect movie should look.

We will remember it by the iconic ‘personalities’ of Woody, Hamm, Rex, and Buzz; and for its immense contribution to what toys meant in our lives. According to many viewers, Toy Story is the best animated movie ever!

Perfect Blue (1997)

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Japanese director Satoshi Kon made a pretty successful animated prototype of legendary Black Swan. This movie is far from a pass-time show, and we wouldn’t recommend it for kids in any case. Its protagonist is pop star Mima who decides to try out acting.

Her fans are furious about it, in particular a creepy stalker that tries to invade her life in many different ways. That, however, is not the worst thing to happen to Mima – she starts tormenting herself with her alter ego – an imaginative ‘her’ that questions her decisions, and brings her in all sorts of compromising positions.

This movie is sexually explicit, compromising, and even haunting, and gives us a pretty good overview of celebrities’ troubles with media violence, exploitation, and lack of personal space.

Hercules (1997)

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What better than an animation to make Greek mythology fun? The epic tale of demigod Hercules and his parents Zeus and Hera inspired many professionals in the movie business to bring these characters to life, including beautiful Megara Hercules saves from evil ex-boyfriend Hades.

Even after 20 years, this is a movie every kid should watch – the movie that teaches us that strength is only good when used for a good cause.

Mulan (1998)

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Remember the cute Chinese heroine who joined the army to ensure her dad doesn’t have to go? Hardly did any of us forget her epic appearance on gender’s funeral to ask if there were Huns to fight!

Mulan was also the long-awaited Asian reappearance on screen, and a role model for young women who didn’t abide to sexist norms. She was noble, brave, and extremely fun to watch – just the way we’d all like to be! Along the way, she even fell in love with Captain Li Shang, and gave this amazing story the love crown it deserves.

What made the Mulan movie even more memorable were the voices of the protagonists – the mini dragon Mu Shu was voiced by amazing Eddie Murphy, while the voice behind Mulan’s beautiful interpretation of ‘Reflection’ was none other than Christina Aguilera. Could it get any better?

Princess Mononoke (1998)

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Princess Mononoke is not a typical and soothing animation movie. The visceral and dark story is often considered as Miyazak’s best movie, and there are many reasons for that.

Following Ashitaka’s efforts to reintroduce peace between the generous gods and destructive humans, you are provided with a truly imaginative and epic visual experience. This is why Princess Mononoke became the 7th highest-grossing animation of all times.

The Iron Giant (1999)

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The Iron Giant is a much underestimated animation movie, and we believe this is so because of it being misunderstood. Rather than attaching an ‘antiwar’ label on it, we should look deeper under the surface and understand that Brad Bird’s guns are not simply killing machines – he questions how it’d be if they had a soul. Interesting, isn’t it? Put it on your list!

Chicken Run (2000)

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Chicken run is not just the funny story of a loud rooster and his fellow chickens escaping certain death – it is the stop-motion parable and homage of The Great Escape that shows us how the wreckage of capitalism looks like.

It is also a very well produced piece whose scrappy heroines are to be quoted and remembered, and it definitely deserves a look.

Monsters, Inc. (2001)

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If you’re into animation, there’s no way you missed Monsters, Inc. Its memorable snappy interplay and dizzying action sequences guarantee some serious fun to the viewer, as protagonists Sulley and his single-eyed associate Mike scare children to help Monstropolis.

Ain’t it just great to see these beasts’ freaking out as fearless moppet Boo takes over their turf?

Shrek (2001)

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What made Shrek so popular is without doubt his suitability for audiences of all ages. Children thought of it as a fantastic fairy tale of distressed damsels, dragons, castles, and a princess to be saved. Adults, on the other side, enjoyed the amazing pop culture references this animation had to offer, in particular the great soundtrack that pandered exactly to them.

This movie also has one of the best acting crews behind it – DreamWorks animation chose Cameron Diaz to voice Princess Fiona, Mike Myers to voice the titular ogre, and incredible Eddie Murphy to voice the faithful donkey steed. Could it possibly get better?

Spirited Away (2002)

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Spirited Away was based on Alice in Wonderland, and it was so well execute that it won an Oscar. The legendary tale of a wondering little girl and her magical ride into the land of the Unknown never stopped fascinating people, an effect Joe Hisaishi ensured with his new ideas and great moving instrumentals.

The Triplets of Belleville (2003)

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‘The Triplets of Belleville’ is signed by ‘Illusionist’ producer Sylvain Chomet. It is a family movie of a concerned grandma looking for her grandson, and a piece aiming to warm everybody’s heart. It will impress you from the very first opening sequence, and you will definitely want to watch it again.

Finding Nemo (2003)

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Inspired by the great success of under-the-sea animations, Pixar created what’s perhaps the most fascinating story of its kind – Finding Nemo. Protagonist Nemo is in fact a small clown fish that ventures through the scary sea to find its father, and whose journey is paired with the most exciting adventures.

Nemo meets surprisingly friendly sharks, cute turtles, and other sea creatures that need his help – the most memorable encounter, however, is the one with space cadet Dory, a character viewers loved so much that Pixar made a separate movie about it!

The Incredibles (2004)

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Any animation expert out there can confirm that animation movies are not all about visual. A large portion of their success depends on the story they tell, and Incredibles is a movie that can prove that.

The great comic book inspired an even better movie, as it brought former superheroes Bob and Helen Paar and their family on our screens. We were simply thrilled by villain Syndrome’s crime-fighting revenge, and we can easily compare the action in this anime to any well-rated fighter movie.

RATATOUILLE (2007)

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Here’s one more of Pixar’s masterpieces that combines great visuals, intriguing stories, and memorable characters. It treats the unusual alliance of rodent Remy and kitchen assistant Linguini, both working on Remy’s dream to become the chef of a great French Restaurant.

The best part of the story – their dishes manage to fascinate critic Anton Ego, just the way their personality fascinates the audiences!

WALL-E (2008)

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The Academy Award for Best Animated Feature is not the only great achievement of WALL-E. This movie was also recognized for acknowledging the dangers of pollution and human waste.

WALL-E is the main character in this animation – the Earth’s last robot that’s been alone for 700 years, and has thus developed a very curious ��personality’. The loner is challenged by a newer robot model coming down to Earth, and the two of them create what’s today one of Disney’s most charming works.

Up (2009)

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‘Up’ has just the right features to delight all audiences – funny characters and exciting chases to make kids laugh; and a precious adventurous experience for the parenting squad. Widower Carl and wilderness explorer and adventurist Carl take us on an unpredictable journey to South America, and lift our spirit up with every achievement. This is a movie you shouldn’t miss!

Coraline (2009)

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Stop-motion animations company Laika picked an interesting book to adapt: Coraline by Neil Gaiman. As a result, they created a scary, yet very exciting movie, showing us how frustrated kid Coraline escapes from her parents and falls into trouble.

Coraline reaches a sinister and creepy world of Stepford-like replacements, including a terrorizing spider lady that follows her around. All she wants is to come back home, and viewers are there to join the journey. Certainly a piece of art!

The Princess and the Frog (2009)

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The Princess and the Frog was created by John Musker and Ron Clements, a popular cinema duo we’d have to thank for masterpieces like Moana or The Little Mermaid.

Their latest hand-drawn fairytale takes place in the jazz age, and follows the story of a waitress who’s in love with an enchanted prince (frog), and becomes a frog herself. Give it a try!

Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009)

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Fantastic Mr. Fox is based on Roald Dahl’s amazing fox story. Screenwriter Noah Baumbah teamed with popular filmmaker Wes Anderson to adapt this tale for our screens, and introduced us to the most popular movie fox ever.

This urban fox struggles to return to its natural wild habitat and save its community – a mission that may cause retaliation against other animal species, or facing one’s own mortality. Now there’s a movie packed with integrity and values that is suitable for all generations!

How To Train Your Dragon (2010)

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‘How To Train Your Dragon’ is one more of Roger Deakins’ cinematography legends – a thrilling and adventurous tale with beautiful painterly visuals, fully 3D enabled flying sequences, and a story to remember.

Instead of picking a celebrity crew to maintain the pop-culture gag, DreamWorks focused on the sequel and let the story lead the way, and that’s where the magic began. The central moment in this animation is the unique friendship of a Viking boy and a dragon, something that’ll remind us all of our beloved childhood pets.

Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010)

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Watching the Under the Red Hood movie, you get a rare chance to experience the real Batman flick without the Joker taking over. In this occasion, Batman tries to defeat an evil vigilante who stops him from restoring order in Gotham City.

We warn you – the movie comes with some serious action and bloodshed, but it is a genuine delight for supporters of this genre.

MONSTERS UNIVERSITY (2013)

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This is the tale of Mike Wazowski, a wannabe Scarer who enrolls at a University of Monsters. The movie follows his rivalry with natural-born Scarer Sulley, as a result of which they’re both kicked out of the program.

What they have to do to get reaccepted is to win the program’s Scare Games. The challenge is – they have to join the least respected fraternity on campus (Oozma Kappa), and they have to work at the same time.

Frozen (2013)

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Frozen won multiple awards for being the best animation film, and owes it to a variety of factor. This tremendous piece warmed our hearts with wonderful characters, as well as a perfected storyline presented to us with amazing graphics.

For those who haven’t watched it, Frozen follows the epic journey of the fearless and positive Anna, as her faithful reindeer Sven and mountain man Kristoff help her find her sister Elsa.

They’re headed to the kingdom of eternal winter Arendelle where Elsa’s icy powers are trapped and endangered. To get there, Anna and Kristoff face a number of terrible obstacles, including snowmen and mystical trolls. Of course, they win in the end.

Ernest & Celestine (2014)

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Ernest & Celestine is an engaging animation film that treats the topic of stereotypes and prejudice. It introduces us to the unusual friendship between street musician Ernest (a bear) and dentist Celestine (mouse) that doesn’t resemble any previous U.S. movie production.

World of Tomorrow (2015)

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World of Tomorrow is one of the best short sci fi movies you’ll ever watch. You will need exactly 16 minutes to explore Don Hertzfeldt’s work of art where he showcases his deep admiration for the sci-fi genre.

The Netflix blockbuster explores a variety of popular topics. As sweet little Emily looks into the future, she meets her own grown-up clone, and joins a memorable, sentimental journey to learn more about her.

Basically, World of Tomorrow has two roles – entertaining toddlers who identify themselves with Emily, and taking adults on a futuristic trip where they question the ideas of cloning, virtual reality, and time travel.

Anomalisa (2015)

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Anomalisa is a very romantic drama/comedy brought to us by director Duke Johnson and screenwriter Charlie Kaufman. At first sight, it is an ordinary love story between a motivational speaker and an ordinary girl named Lisa. What makes it so popular then?

The team did an excellent job putting longing and anxiety on screen, and promoting this film as an accurate study of human character, an analysis of modern malaise, and, well…a parody. The takeaway message to remember this movie by is – Keep going, no matter what!

Ups, we almost forgot. This movie is hilarious!

Inside Out (2015)

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You all remember Inside Out, the masterpiece of animation that won the ‘Best Animated Feature Film’ Academy Award. The leading character is Riley, a girl with personified emotions ready to convey a simple, but meaningful message: We are all human beings, and life doesn’t always treat us nice. This is why critics in Cannes went all crazy about it.

The Little Prince (2016)

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Mark Osborne used Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s classic The Little Prince to create an exciting story about a girl looking for her childhood. The movie is respected for its excellent blend of computer-generated animations and paper cutouts.

Tower (2016)

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Many Hollywood movies treat attacks and incidents in the U.S, but what is really special about Tower is that it does so using animation. The storyline goes back to the 1966 shootings at Texas University, and it blends in a unique way animated characters, genuine broadcasts, and personal testimonies.

The Red Turtle (2017)

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Michaël Dudok de Wit, the Dutch animator to sign this piece, likes to refer to it as an original ode to nature. This hand-drawn miracle is nothing like the previous works of Studio Ghibli – it displays the love story between a mute castaway and a shape-shifting turtle, and it features no words at all.

COCO (2017)

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COCO will be remembered for many things, but most of all for its heart-melting soundtrack ‘Remember me’. This was Pixar’s pioneer musical film, and a piece that won viewers’ hearts as soon as it appeared.

The layered and colorful story takes place in Mexico, where young Miguel Rivera fights to become a renowned musician. His family bans music for him, but he persists pursuing a career like the one of his idol Ernesto de la Cruz.

Doing so, Miguel discovers the secrets in his family’s history, and his charming friend Hector from the Land of the Dead helps him all along.

If you enjoyed reading this article about animation movies, you should read these as well:

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Summertime Sadness, Chapter 2- Sweet Pea

Chapter 1!

Chapter 3!

Summary: Sage arrives to Riverdale to spend her summer holiday with her cousin Toni. She gets introduced to the Southside Serpents and cannot help being drawn to one of them. After the encounter with Bulldogs the first day of Sage time in the small town with pep, the second day there wasn’t any different- from Sweet Pea’s deadly stares, to another encounter with the Bulldogs...

Warnings for this chapter: cursing!

A/N: This is the second chapter @soff-ie and I are presenting to you! And this will alll get better!

Chapter 2

‘Keep it lowkey’

I was surprised to be invited to the Serpent gathering at Sweet Water River. Honestly, thought they would hate me, but instead they seem to accept me pretty well. Liking me is a strong opinion and I would not trust it, so I’ll just say they seem to stand me since I’m Toni’s cousin. As always, I dressed like a 5 year old kid- but it’s just how I feel most fulfilled, like replacing the loss of childhood innocence with the style of youth- filled with ribbons, frills and pink soft hearts. My baggy white top with a black outline of a crown was tucked into my baby pink ‘tennis’ skirt, and my feet supported by white Air Forces which I loved. The sharp pleats of my skirt were stiff like statue- standing hard.

Me and Toni both left, her attempting to encourage me to not be scared of the Serpents and think of them as bees- unbothered won’t sting. I just plainly listen to her words still stubbornly claiming they hate me, as I’m different.

We finally got to the lake and I took a seat next to Cheryl and Toni, carelessly looking around the lake. I missed this place… But how does a person like Cheryl feel about it? I heard about what happened from Toni and felt pure sorrow and pain for her- we both lost someone we cared for… I looked at the red-haired girl; her pale skin decorated with a few delicate freckles and her beautiful fire-hot hair were blown in each direction but she still managed to look ideal. At one point I saw her slight smile drop, presuming the death of her brother was the cause. Toni seemed to notice to as her hand wrapped around Cheryl tightened even more, and a small smile decorated my face. I was happy for them and wished them best.

I decided to leave them alone so they’re not bothered as I knew Toni works a lot and the two love birds deserved some time “alone”. I sat next to Fangs who was looking away into bright and cloudless sky.

‘Hey, Cinderella how you doing?’ I looked up confused as I never met anyone nicknamed “Cinderella” and oh boy- they were looking at me.

‘Umm… What?’ I asked not know whats going on.

‘I asked you how you doing’ Joaquin repeated.

‘Oh right, good. Wait, did you call me the Cinderella?’ I raised my eyebrows.

‘You look like her- wearing all pink like some Disney character’ Jughead added.

‘Actually, Cinderella had a blue dress thank you very much’ the sarcasm in my reply was sneaked in like a serpent they all are.

‘Well, which princess had a pink dress?’ Sweet Pea asked.

‘Aurora!’ Toni suddenly replied and I looked at her with a facial expression saying “Really?”

‘Well Aurora how do you like it here?’ Joaquin asked.

‘I’d rather be called Sage, but alright I guess. Different from a city’

‘It’s not about what you rather but what we want’ Sweet Pea replied.

‘Yeah, alright Sweet Pea” I answered mocking his name and stuck my middle finger up at him and he just smirked.

‘Oh just leave her alone’ irritated Fangs wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer making me laugh.

‘If they bother you just call them Dumb Dicks- the double D makes them mad’ he whispered making me chuckle. For the rest of the hour, I and Fangs were talking, laughing and messing around. During that time, I couldn’t help but notice the death stares we received from Sweet Pea. Does he hate me?

At the same moment my phone rang so I got my phone and walked way from a loud surrounding of Serpents, which was pointless, as it was one of them “you took part in an accident” annoying calls. I was ready to walk back to the surrounding but my body froze as I heard a familiar boyish voice.

‘Well, well, well, it’s the new pretty thing herself’ I rolled my eyes as if it was my last time doing it and turned around to face the brunette guy.

‘Oh there’s the dickhead and his dumbass friends’ I hissed and the two other friends stood on both sides of him.

‘Where’s the other one of your filthy dogs? Got lost? Well I guess you should do too’ I added as he chuckled.

‘Oh you want me’ she smirked and I almost chocked.

‘You fucking wish!’ My shout was pretty intense and filled with despise.

‘Shut up you loud mouth’ he tried to quiet me down.

‘Oh why’s that? So I don’t appear ready to kick your ass Reggie? Get the hell out of here’ my heart sunk and rose again as I heard Sweet Pea’s voice. I slightly smirked and heard the rest coming.

‘What have we got there- the lost Bulldogs?’ Fangs stood on the other side of me while Joaquin walked in front of all of us holding a pull out knife and carelessly, yet perfectly was flicking it around, showing his ability to use it just as perfectly on their skin, to create a deep bloody pattern.

‘Psychopaths’ guy apparently named Reggie said and all three turned back and walked away.

‘You’re alright Sage?’ Joaquin asked and I shook my head as a ‘yes’ and thanked them all.

-Sweet Pea POV-

My body was overflown with boiling blood, as I looked at the two of them. I didn’t know why- I was just angry and wanted to smack Fangs in the head for some reason. The view of the two of them made me madder than ever. Suddenly, her phone rang and she stood up walking away to find a quieter place. I tried to follow her with a blank stare but then my eyes caught Fangs, who was now walking towards me. The brunette guy sat next to me and leaned in ready to whisper.

‘Piece of advice for you dumbass- you might wanna calm down and stop trying to murder me with your eyes, especially if you want to keep it lowkey…’

‘Keep what lowkey?’ I asked confused.

‘Your little crush on her’ I grinned and looked back at Fangs.

‘Little crush? Yeah right, you wish’ and he gave me an intense “Are you serious?” look and I rolled my eyes far back.

‘Maybe I just wanna sleep with her?’ I said looking at him with my eyebrows high up.

‘Yeah right’ Fangs looked at me like I was the world’s biggest idiot and stood up ready to walk away.

‘Fogarty’ I growled. He stopped and looked back at me- ‘tell anyone and I’ll chop you up and feed you to Hot Dog’ I hissed and he just smirked and at that point we heard a loud “You fucking wish” from a known voice of a fellow Serpent’s cousin. I looked back at Fogarty who stood off the ground walking to where Sage disappeared too, Joaquin and few Serpents following us.

‘Shut up you loud mouth’ his annoying voice pissed me off and I couldn’t believe he showed up here after the last night.

‘Oh why’s that? So I don’t appear ready to kick your ass Reggie? Get the hell out of here’ I hissed at him. They don’t learn, do they?

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The Visitor’s Guide to My OCs (and Cantolope’s)

I wanted to make a list/key that I could update easily without drawing a whole new reference sheet for everyone, so here’s a list of all my OCs with short descriptions you can recognize them from. Also including @cantolopejeevas‘s OCs because I mean they show up here so often why wouldn’t I?

Anyway, all under a cut!

Firefly: Very rarely called by his birth name, Evander. Big gold eyes, always being followed by fireflies. Brown curly hair. Cheerful but tired. Snail: Punk fuckboy-looking one with lots of piercings and sometimes tattoos. Usually involved in smut. Really likes their boyfriend Daniel. Andy: Blonde robot with bright blue eyes. They dress like a fashion forward mom and talk like they don’t know lying is an option. Bo: Tall bat boy with a lot of flair, usually holding some type of booze. British accent, incredibly obnoxious. Esky: Short bunny with four eyes. Usually has a gun in her hand. Also British. Bailey: Bright pink hair, chubby with a crop top and piercings. Loves art and painting. Megan: Long red hair with a big pink bow. Constantly done with everyone’s shit. Physics major and enthusiast. Nikki: Half buzzed blonde hair and lots of ear piercings. Plays the bass, usually talking about her band. Cookie: Soft, round sheep boy. Loves his mom and his boyfriend Mortar. Also bakes a lot. Maxim: Absolute garbage disaster demon. Muted blue hair with black eyes and a red hoodie. Asshole. Just an asshole. Gigi: Looks like she stepped out of a 40s Disney cartoon. Short little lesbian. Rory: Big, buff, long hair. Farm boy. Has scars across his eyes. Seer. Ellie: Emotional blonde skinny white girl. Sometimes glows purple. Wolf: Werewolf boy with ripped clothes. Doesn’t get enough sleep. Has a thing for vampires. Ant: Tiny elf child with four eyes, one of which is scarred. Very very dirty. Adara: Elf ears, deer legs, fire hair. Half of their body/face is scarred. Full of self-hatred and love for animals. Balthazar: Big ol’ teef, big ol’ ears, big ol’ armor. Stoic. Very royal king. Lorna: Kinda looks like a mime. Completely white eyes, pretty blind. Gay for a cute demon girl. Anubis: Four armed dog goddess. Not to be trusted. Wears an amulet around her neck. Cici: Part bunny, part deer, part beaver, part buffalo. Wears a giant sweater. Gentle. Kind. Soft. Azzie: Purple forest witch with green magic energy. Talks in broken third person. Always trying to sell you something. PJ: Bird mask with a high ponytail. Wears a trench coat. Tall rebel child. Pepper: Mouse mask with long hair and buck teeth. Wears a tutu. Leader rebel child. Pudding: Cat mask with twin pigtail puffs. Wears a leather jacket. Mediating rebel child. Dolly: Sometimes looks like a lizard, sometimes looks like a human. Loves to run so much she summoned a demon to do it. Trying her best. Arden: Dragon dumbass that loves crystals and fashion. Especially fond of crop tops and slushies, but also newspapers and princesses. Ilor: Mermaid princess. Long red hair, one eye is scarred. Melodic voice. Gay for another princess. Gillian: Fish girl. Loves to work out. Drinks protein shakes on the regular. Mimi: Snail and Daniel’s adopted child. Loves to play video games. Bright red hair and pikachu hoodie. Snarky little shit. Talyn: Cookie and Mortar’s son. Black sheep boy. Wears a leather jacket like his dad, but he’s actually a doctor this time. Zelda: Andy, Rory, and Daniyal’s daughter. Big poofy golden hair. Can wield the Master Sword but also just loves getting dirty and hurt. Good at bike tricks. Micah: Little maid alien boy. Has three eyes and bright blonde hair. Can only see in auras, but still loves to clean. Crys: D&D Tabaxi boy. Loves everyone even if they don’t love him back. Desperately trying to adopt some feral wolves. Nadia: Monster punk goth girl. Loves theater. Green skin and mismatching eyes. Loves her pastel punk girlfriend. Juliette: Peterbald cat adopt. Wears cute sundresses. Looks like she belongs in a furry rendition of a summer picnic renaissance painting. Felix: Bunny boy adopt with his eyes fully covered. Gray hair, gray sweater, sunny attitude. Wears a little carrot necklace. Kai: Little mouse with wings adopt. Pink beans!!! Looks like he’d cry if you blinked at him. Bones: Grim Reaper from Cryptid Haunters. Doesn’t have a mouth. Murders to make friends. Lola: Ghost girl from Cryptid Haunters. Has a big mouth and lots to say with it. Just wants to go home. Edgy 13 year old goth phase.

Canotlope’s OCs: Aurel: Vampire boy. Looks classy. Has hypno eyes, but also teef. Lucas: Actual Satan. Mostly just sleeps and supports Avery. Has the >:3 face on his t-shirt. Avery: Glasses and sweater nerd. A beautiful and innocent child. Just trying to get by and maybe make a friend. Shiloh: Cat boy who loves anime. Wears a lab coat. Scrawny and probably not eating correctly. Someone help him. Mortar: Tiny badass knife-wielding organ salesman. Sometimes also wears sweaters his boyfriend knitted for him. Fuck you. Shian: Dragon lesbian. Badass queen of dragons. Kinda cold, but we love her anyway. Anthea: Snake lesbian. Wears a magical blindfold. So sweet, so gentle. Carves wooden gifts for her friends. Daniel: Sassy and classy. But also a slut. Usually depicted being a slut. Sometimes wears a suit, other times wears nothing at all. ;) Daniyal: Farm boy with a heart of gold. Just wants the best for his loves and his friends. Sometimes shown with a chicken he calls Cluck-Cluck. Solace: Tiny ghost demon child. All black with white eyes. Full of terror and smiles. Hadrian: Spotted bunny boy in a jester’s outfit. Hates his life almost as much as he wants to slay a dragon. Xania: Dark summoner with way too many eyes to be necessary. There’s five of them. Has a lot of dark shadow demon babies that she loves. Lumeria: Big ol’ moth. Loves bright lights. Is soft. Ash: Dark red hair, thick jacket. Looks like they ride a motorcycle. Would and could punch you unconscious. Nito: D&D tiefling. Sweet summer child with long blue hair, wings, tail, and horns. Trying their very best. Sielya: Fae princess that doesn’t know they’re fae. In love with a mermaid and friends with a dragon. Fang: Vampire magician. Really good at magic, really bad at talking. Wears a hat with a face on it. Dianthus: Pink pastel punk lesbian. Loves flowers and her girlfriend. So many bright pink eyes.

#reference #that was a lot but it felt Necessary so!

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danyka-fendyr · 6 years

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Scar Tissue Chapter 3: Joke’s On Two

A/N: This chapter is a little short, but it says what I wanted to for the story, so I guess that’s okay. Everything up to this point has been set-up, so I’m excited to move on to the real story next chapter! Tagging @writingtheworks again.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of drug abuse and death.

Jason Todd was tired. He was tired, but he couldn’t sleep. This would have been a worse issue, if not for the girl lying across his chest. Rorie was sound asleep, curled into his side, her chest moving softly up and down with the motions of her breath. Her body was warm and soft against his, so different from the hundreds of fists he’d felt hit his body.

It hadn’t taken Rorie long to grow comfortable with the concept of dating Jason. While she was reserved and shy at school, she was close and comfortable at home, always touching him in some way, holding his hand, an arm over his shoulder, a kiss on his cheek with a bright red blush to match. Her kisses were rare no matter what, as shy and serious as she could be with them, but cuddling was a constant presence outside of the spotlight of Gotham Academy.

On the other hand, Jason took every opportunity to flaunt her in front of everyone at school and was a little more blush inclined in his own home. The girls at school knew well now that Jason Todd was off limits, his heart completely captured by the girl he recited poetry to in the hallways while she stared at him with eyes that spoke of murder and blood and rage, and whom he liked to push up against lockers and kiss softly until she was so flustered she couldn’t be mad anymore. If it weren’t for Jason’s good grades and his convenient adopted parentage, he probably would have been sent to detention or at least severely scolded multiple times for his reckless behavior.

Jason ran his fingers gently through Rorie’s hair, and she mumbled in her sleep, arching into him. Jason knew that sometimes, Rorie talked in her sleep. Most of what she said didn’t make sense, but it gave Jason the impression that she was having nightmares. He never asked about it in the morning though. He understood the desire to keep your nightmares to yourself.

Tonight was different though. Rorie seemed distressed, brows furrowing, hair sticking to her head with sweat. Jason tried to quiet her, gently mumbling innocent sweet nothings and stroking her back, but to no avail. Her groans grew louder, and it sounded as though she were in pain, like someone had stuck a knife in her gut and twisted until they felt something split.

“Jason,” she whimpered.

“I’m here Rorie, I’m here,” he assured her, beginning to wonder if he should wake her.

She turned restlessly, breaths too fast and shallow. “Stop it...Stop it!”

“Rorie,” Jason said, shaking her shoulder.

It was definitely time to wake her now. She was thrashing about in a sluggish, still sleepy way, and Jason was having trouble. It seemed like the more he tried to wake her, the more she was determined to sleep.

“Leave Jason alone!” she cried out suddenly. “Hurt me! Hurt me!”

“Rorie!” Jason yelled, shaking her so hard he was afraid he might hurt her.

Her eyes snapped open, and for half a moment they looked wide and frantic, terrified as she tried to swing a fist at his face. He blocked it just in time though, holding it gently in his hands.

“It’s me, Rorie. It’s just me. You’re safe, we’re home, you’re with me,” he told her as her struggling subsided.

Rorie took a few moments to calm down all the way, the adrenaline draining out of her system. When she was breathing normally again, she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Jason didn’t miss the haunted look in her eyes. He stayed quiet, waiting to see if she would open up or not.

“I screamed, didn’t I?” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.” Jason answered her anyway.

“What did I say? Just the usual stuff?” she wondered.

“You...you mentioned me,” Jason said.

“What about you?”

Jason turned on his side, propping himself up on the red sheets so he could see her better.

“You said something about leaving me alone, and to hurt you instead.” He swallowed down the pain the thought gave him. He would take a thousand beatings before he would let Rorie take one in his stead.

“Oh.”

They were quiet, and Jason fell back to lie on his back, mimicking her position. He didn’t say anything, waiting to see if she wanted to open up.

“You know my real name is Aurora.”

That was all she said, echoing out of place in the questioning silence.

“Yeah,” Jason said.

He remembered when she had first come, and they had asked her name. She had spat it out like bile, making it sound less like a name and more like the crunching of bones underfoot.

“Don’t call me that. Call me Rorie.”

It wasn’t left open for debate.

“My mom named me Aurora. I guess she liked the Disney princess or something. I don’t know. The only thing I know that she liked was drugs.”

Jason could understand that. With a sharp, stinging clarity, he could understand that. He had seen firsthand how drugs could throw a person into a haze, make them forget who they were, who they had been before. Once someone was hooked, there was only one thing they remembered. The hunger.

“Drugs and beating the crap out of me, anyway,” Rorie said.

Jason tried not to let the sharp intake of breath come out loud. He had suspected something of the kind had occurred, that something terrible had happened to Rorie. He had known her long enough to know that she had not lived an ideal childhood. Not that Bruce was known for adopting kids who had. Jason kept his mouth shut, letting her talk.

“She would go on these binges and forget everything except the drugs, and then she would come down and be so angry,” Rorie said. “She’d be mad at the lack of food because we never had money to buy anything, furious with me for not having a fix for her. One time she hit me over the head with a frying pan and when I fell over I broke my wrist. The neighbor took me to see a doctor. I think he knew what was going on, but you know how people are,” Rorie said quietly.

Jason did know. They kept their mouths shut if they didn’t think it was their business. Most bad things didn’t seem to be any of anybody’s business.

“He at least paid for me to get treated. I guess with the financial aid it wasn’t that expensive. I just ran errands for him after that, little things to help out. I liked it. Gave me an excuse to be out of the house, and he would feed me too if he had enough to spare. I always liked Ben. He works at Wayne Enterprises now, you know,” Rorie said.

“And your mom?” It was probably rude to ask, but Jason wanted to know.

“Overdose.” It was simple, clean-cut, without a trace of sadness to it.

“So in your dream…”

“Yeah. She was beating you black and blue. Some sick version of meeting the parents, huh?” Rorie chuckled darkly.

Jason gently laid his fingers underneath hers, waiting for her cue. When she laced her fingers through his, he returned the gesture.

“How often does this kind of stuff happen?” Jason asked.

“Dreams about my mom, or dreams about my mom beating you?” Rorie asked, speaking up again before he could answer. “The dreams about my mom happen anywhere from once a month to every night of the week, depending on how stressed I am, usually. The dreams about her beating you only started up a few weeks ago, so it’s hard to say.”

Jason hummed.

“Tell me next time you have a nightmare. You can come in here and sleep with me,” he told her.

Normally, Rorie wouldn’t have been in his room at all. Bruce had gotten extra strict about that once they started dating. Tonight had been a special exception though. Patrol had been particularly rough, and Rorie had gotten lightly fear-gassed. She had already had her gas mask half-on her face, so the full effects didn’t last longer than a few minutes, but it had left her shaken. There had been no formal discussion, but Bruce had watched them both head down the hall in the direction of Jason’s room with no comment.

“Bruce might get mad,” Rorie said.

“Bruce will understand.”

Rorie sighed, turning back to Jason again and curling in close like she had before.

“Why aren’t you asleep, Boy Wonder?” she asked.

“Just thinking about some things,” Jason told her.

“Aw, I keep you up at night already? How sweet!” Rorie teased.

Jason rolled his eyes. “You kept me up at night before. You’re crazy.”

“You like it.”

Jason did like it. Jason liked it a lot.

“I have my own reasons for being awake, let’s leave it at that,” Jason said.

“Alright. I guess you’ll tell me when you’re ready.” Rorie half-shrugged, yawning widely.

“You tired again princess?” Jason asked.

“I told you not to call me that,” Rorie said, blushing. “It’s a stupid nickname.”

Rorie had liked it just fine until Jason had made the mistake of using it at school. Now, it reminded Rorie of public embarrassment. He didn’t use it at school anymore if he could help himself, but it was almost instinctual to call her that, like he had been waiting to for years.

“You like it,” he said, mocking her earlier words.

“Whatever.” Rorie didn’t deny it.

“Go to sleep,” Jason told her.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, but then promptly closed them, her breathing quickly slowing.

Jason eventually joined her, but he spent hours staring up at his ceiling before he did, thinking. Jason Todd had a lot of things to think about.

When Rorie woke up, Jason Todd was gone. At first, she thought he had just headed down for breakfast early. He could be a real early bird sometimes, even on the weekends, but when she went down to the kitchen, he wasn’t there.

She searched the house high and low, even venturing down into the cave to see if he was training. She found nothing, no sign of him. Just as she was panicking, she went back to his room and found it. There was a note left, addressed to her.

Rorie,

It would seem we both have terrible Mom’s. My adoptive mother was no shining gem, and now I’m off to find my biological one to see if she’s any better. If Bruce asks, tell him I made good use of all the detective skills he taught me. I’ll be back before you know it, Princess.

Love,

Jason

Rorie stared at the letter for a solid minute before deciding that this was definitely something she needed to tell Bruce about. Jason could be crazy and reckless and she didn’t want him getting himself hurt. Then again, if Jason hadn’t left Bruce a note, would it be a violation of his trust to, in effect, snitch on him?

Rorie thought about it and decided she would give Jason a chance. It was only fair. He would have done the same for her, and she knew first hand he could take care of himself. He had street smarts, and he had been trained by the Batman. She would give him 24 hours, or until Bruce pried, to go explore his own past.

Rorie headed down for breakfast, noting that it was now 8:00 AM and Alfred was actually serving breakfast now. Bruce joined her shortly after she sat, Alfred placing steaming hot plates of pancakes down in front of them both.

“Will Master Jason be joining us this morning then, Miss?” Alfred asked.

“No.” Rorie shook her head. “He went out with some friends. Should be back soon though.”

“Jason has friends?”

Bruce seemed surprised. Though Jason was undoubtedly popular with the girls, at least before he was dating Rorie, the same could not be said for his male peers. He tended to be a little too nerdy for their liking, and a little too emotionally volatile too.

“Of course Jason has friends,” Rorie scoffed. “He’s not a complete hermit.”

Bruce gave her a skeptical look but shrugged it off. He wanted to believe Jason had friends and his children weren’t scheming against him, so he figured he could allow it for now.

The day dragged on with no sight or sound of Jason, and Rorie and Bruce started to get worried. Still, neither of them cracked. That is, until Bruce did.

As dinner time was approaching, Bruce stopped by her room where she was doing homework on the weekend.

“Rorie,” he said, standing in the doorway. “Where is Jason?”

Rorie paused, hardly moving at all.

“He’s out with friends,” she lied again.

“No, he isn’t. Tell me the truth Rorie.” He gave her that Batman stare, the one that said he was serious.

“He left a note. He said to tell you that he’s using the detective skills you gave him, and there was something about his biological mother in there too,” Rorie said.

“His what?” Bruce sounded alarmed.

“His biologi-” Bruce didn’t let her finish.

“Rorie, I’ve known about Jason’s biological mother for a while now. She’s working with the Joker.” Bruce’s eyes were wide, panicked, and Rorie’s quickly blew up to match his.

“We have to find him,” Rorie said, racing for the cave with Bruce’s footsteps fast behind her.

Rorie knew she was faster on her bike then Bruce was in the Batmobile, but she still didn’t feel fast enough. She pushed her top speed, willing the gauge to break so she could go even faster. The Joker had Jason, and he was doing terrible things to him. Rorie didn’t need anything except speed.

Occasionally, Bruce would try to talk in her ear, his voice panicked. Tell her something about better routes or safer driving, but Rorie didn’t listen. None of it meant anything to her. There was only one thing she could hear, pounding through her, the adrenaline making her blood vibrate in her veins.

The Joker has Jason, the Joker has Jason, the Joker has Jason.

It was obsessive, and so was she. Bruce was far behind her at this point, unable or unwilling to take the risky shortcuts she did, to endanger other people’s lives and her own without a second thought. The only thing that mattered to Rorie right now was Jason.

She lept off her bike when the GPS coordinates told her she had reached the location. Without a second thought, she kicked down the door to the warehouse, thinking her training would prepare her for what she found inside. Rorie was not prepared.

Jason lay on the ground, the Joker standing over him with a crowbar in hand. He looked dead, and Rorie panicked before she saw his eyes flicker to her. Blood was everywhere, matted in his hair, splattered across her face, spelling out pain where it pooled into his hands. His uneven breaths and the lopsided motion of his ribcage made Rorie think that he had broken more than a few ribs. If she didn’t do something fast, Jason Todd would be dead before she could say his name.

She stepped forward, nearly crying out, and the Joker swiveled. If at all possible, his sickly grin grew wider at the sight of fresh prey. Rorie lunged forward, throwing a fist only to be met with the hard metal of the crowbar. She cried out in pain, even as she lashed out with her right foot, trying to sweep the Joker’s feet out from underneath him.

He leaped, a twisted giggle falling out from between his rigid teeth.

“You’ll have to try harder than that, Batgirl!”

And try harder she did, but at every turn, it seemed he was there. She would try to barrel into him and would be met by the crowbar. She would try a more aerial attack, flipping over him, and again, the crowbar. Everything ended in the crowbar until her world became a blinding fingerpaint of blood, Jason, and the crowbar.

The crowbar made an awful whooshing noise as it sang through the air, landing with a dull crack in her ribcage. As he worked, the Joker whistled, punctuating blows to her with kicks to Jason. At some point, Rorie had been tied up. She couldn’t remember when. There was a woman here too somewhere, but she couldn’t have mattered less to Rorie.

After a while, the pain subsided. Rorie stopped feeling as though every time she breathed she would see red in the shade of her own blood, and she turned her head to best of her capability, hoping Bruce had come. Surely, Bruce had come.

He had not. Instead, the Joker just looked slightly bored.

“Oh well. Looks like I’m done softening up you two birdies. You seem ready to cook! See you on the flipside, kiddies!” He laughed again, the sound bouncing off the walls, and Rorie winced as he left, slamming the door behind him.

When he closed the door, the beeping started. With an awful sense of the definite and irreversible, Rorie realized it was a bomb. Somewhere in the building, probably somewhere close by if Rorie could just summon up the energy to look, there was a very literal ticking time bomb. She coughed, blood blossoming sticky wet in her lungs, the taste heavy on her tongue.

“Jason,” she rasped.

He groaned, and she thought she heard him reach out for her from where he lay nearby. “Rorie. Rorie, I’m here.”

If Rorie could tell the difference between blood and water now, she might have said there was a tear running down her face. She didn’t know.

“I’m sorry, Jason.” Her voice, already worn down, cracked and snapped like Rice Krispies. “I’m sorry I couldn’t...I couldn’t…”

“Don’t be,” Jason mumbled, sounding delirious with pain. “We can still get out of here.”

“Can you stand?” Rorie hoped he was right, that they could make an escape still.

More than anything, Rorie hoped he would come. That Batman would swoop out of nowhere like he always did and he would save the day.

“I don’t think so. Can you?” Jason asked.

Rorie tried. The first time, she quickly fell back to the floor, knees collapsing underneath the weight of the white-hot, blinding pain. The second time, she tried crawling. This hurt only slightly less than the walking, but it was all Rorie needed. As long as she could refrain from blocking out, she didn’t need to be upright.

“I can crawl,” she told him.

“Good,” Jason wheezed. “Go open the door, quick. If you have time, come back for me and drag me out. If you don’t, run.”

Rorie ignored the last part. She was coming back for him no matter what.

“I love you,” she told him.

Just in case.

“I love you too.”

It was reassuring, and it gave her the energy to press forwards. She inched her way towards the door, the feet seeming like miles. Rorie had been hurt a million different ways, but she couldn’t imagine any pain worse than this. It felt like she was literally dying.

Finally, she reached the door. The pain escalated as she worked it open, pulling herself half-way out of the building to push it further open so she could drag Jason through. She tried to hurry, tried to be just as fast as she was getting here, but she got distracted. Bruce pulled up, the Batmobile a sight for her sore eyes, and she cried out in relief. She tried to explain, tried to say more, but she never got the chance to. Everything blew up.

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Cinderella (Part 6 - End!)

Summary: AU. After the tragic passing of reader’s father, reader is left with a cruel stepmother and two miserable step-sisters, who not only don’t care about her, but they use her for their own gain. Will a handsome stranger offer her the freedom she longs for?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,139

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, sadness, fluff, mentions of crime, mentions of murder, DISNEY STYLE CHEESE WITH YOUR WINE

A/N: This is a RE-POST of my entry for the @stories-from-stark-tower ‘s AU movie challenge. It’s based off of the 2015 Disney adaptation of Cinderella, only with a bit of my own spin on it.

The Grand Duke made good on his promise to search every household for every eligible maiden in the Kingdom. He visited the hills and the woods, the town and the farmlands, all to see if any one of them would be a perfect match for the glass slipper that had been carelessly left behind in the palace gardens that fateful night of the ball.

At least, that is what he told everyone.

Loki’s true plan was to prove to the King that his mystery maiden was not to be found, now that her stepmother had taken care of her.

“What’s wrong, Captain?” he asked smoothly, feigning concern.

Steve shook his head once, glancing around as they made their way through the streets of the latest neighborhood. “We haven’t found the girl,” he muttered quietly. “I’m disappointed for our King.”

The Grand Duke smirked. “Don’t lose heart, Captain. One house remains here in the outskirts of town. There is still a chance left. We must leave no stone unturned, after all.”

“Yes,” Steve replied coolly, looking over at Loki. He didn’t trust him at all, but he was outranked, and had no proof of disloyalty just yet. “No stone, indeed.”

They arrived at a modest cottage on the edge of town, one that never looked this decrepit before its original owner’s passed away tragically. There were rumors circling this family, because of the new owner’s connection to a crime boss and his own tragic end, but Steve knew no one had been able to pin anything on the mistress of the home.

A cobblestone walk led the way to the door, partially overrun by grass. Dried flowers that were probably once quite lovely ran up the trellis on the side of the cottage, and the only window that wasn’t covered was up high in what appeared to be the attic.

He sighed softly, moving forward after the Grand Duke, praying that this would lead to a positive outcome.

“Mother, they’ve arrived!” Anastasia shouted. She raced over to the window with Drisella and they watched, transfixed, as the Captain and Grand Duke approach the front door. Behind them, about a dozen royal guards stood in formation.

The two girls were well aware that they wouldn’t fit the glass slipper, but their mother had told them they had to try anyways. It was all a part of the grand scheme to keep you away from the King, though they did not know that the slipper belonged to you.

Loki bit back a cruel smirk when your Stepmother opened the door in an exaggerated flourish. She bowed deeply, her eyes wide and innocent. “Gentlemen,” she cooed. “What a wonderful surprise! To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“A moment of your time, my lady?” Loki gave her a pointed look.

She nodded, bowing to them. “Of course, Your Grace, please do come in. My two very eligible daughters are just this way.”

Steve glanced around the home as they entered the foyer, unable to shake the feeling that something wasn’t right here. He looked over his shoulder at a familiar face.

Bucky stayed in character, standing guard outside with the others, but he did not mistake the look the Captain gave him upon entering the home. He, too, felt as though something bigger was happening. Bucky knew that if he were to show himself now, his plan of catching the Grand Duke red-handed would be for naught, but he couldn’t shake the uneasiness that settled in his gut.

Something was awry here.

You opened one eye, then the other, feeling groggier than you ever had before. Your body lay crumpled on the floor, your cheek flush against the cold boards, with a chilly draft drifting over your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. Once you were able to focus clearly, your eyes settled on the door of the attic, and your heart sank as you realized what your stepmother had done.

She’d somehow managed to carry (or drag) you up two flights of stairs to the one place no one would ever think to look for you.

It was brutal, but ingenious.

The world threatened to turn on its side the second you lifted your head, but you pushed through the pain and nausea to sit up carefully. Everything seemed to be in one piece, at the very least, as you felt no major injuries. You stood slowly, and made your way over to what turned out to be a very locked attic door.

Stepmother had reinforced the door ages ago with steel and new technology, back when she had first started storing her weaponry up in there. It was meant to keep out both enemies and the curious alike.

“No,” you whimpered, weariness settling in your bones as you pounded your closed fists on the door once. You felt so defeated, so tired.

The thought of your stepmother having any power over Bucky and the kingdom is what gave you the courage to stand upright and try to find a way out of this mess.

Your eyes drifted around the room, trying to determine what inventory you had access to. You didn’t want to start a fire, as there would be no guarantee that you would be able to make it out alive.

There were all sorts of weapons; guns, knives, smoke bombs, even a crossbow, but nothing stood out to you. Even if you were to break the glass of the window with one of these weapons, your voice was still too hoarse from the sedative for you to shout loud enough.

The window opened with ease, and you cracked it just wide enough to assess its position in relation to the front door. It had been so long since you’d bothered to look up, you couldn’t believe you’d forgotten about this near-fortress above your head.

There were visitors downstairs. You could hear a distinctly male voice carry on the wind, one you didn’t recognize.

Perhaps that was the Grand Duke, come to offer your stepmother her rewards. But maybe, just maybe, it was someone who could help you.

A renewed sense of urgency filled you as you turned to look at the back of the room.

There was one shadowed corner where your stepmother had tossed all your parents’ belongings. Old bed sheets covered everything, so you weren’t even sure what remained and what had been burned, but perhaps you could find something in there of use. It was worth a shot.

You moved toward it quickly, your mother’s mantra in your head once more as you lifted the dusty sheets off of the boxes of trinkets and memories that had been hidden from you.

That’s when you saw something familiar.

It was a little music box that your father had given your mother during their courtship. It played the very lullaby she loved to sing to you every night before bed, when she and your father would tuck you in and tell you how much they loved you.

You reached for it slowly, brushing off the little dust bunnies from the painted lid before you lifted it.

Inside, a little man and a woman were permanently facing each other. You wound the pin on the side, and felt your heart beat faster as it came to life. The miniature couple bowed, then began to dance together to the tune you knew by heart.

Tears welled in your eyes at the sound of the song that had so many sweet memories attached.

This would work, you knew it. It was just loud enough to be heard from a short distance. Your parents were once again your saving grace, and even if it wasn’t actual magic, it did feel a bit magical. Your eyes lifted to the open window.

There was still hope.

“Very well,” the Grand Duke said, tucking his hat under his arm. “Our task is done, Captain. The slipper did not fit either of these young maidens, and they are the very last in the Kingdom.”

“May fate yet be kind to us, girls,” your stepmother said, shooting Loki a look.

“Indeed, Madam.” Loki nodded his head in acknowledgment, before motioning for Steve to follow him. “Come now, Captain. We must go deliver the news to our King.”

Steve exhaled slowly, still feeling like something wasn’t quite right, but he turned to follow the Grand Duke outside.

That’s when he heard it...the sound stopped him in his tracks.

Yes, it was definitely music.

“Do you hear that, Your Grace?” he asked Loki.

“Let’s be off, Captain,” Loki replied, waving a hand at him dismissively. “The Princess Natasha will need to be notified immediately, and nuptials planned for our King at once.”

“Just a moment.” Steve turned back toward the ladies in the doorway. “Madam, there is no other maiden in your house?”

“No,” your stepmother supplied quickly, knowing that you must have woken up by now. “No other.”

“Then has your cat learned to play piano?” The Captain raised an eyebrow at her.

Stepmother laughed a little too much, overcompensating enough to make Steve sure of himself now.

“She’s lying, Your Grace,” he growled to Loki. “There must be at least one maiden remaining. What has been done with her?”

“There’s been enough playacting today, Captain. I trust the Lady. We’re leaving!”

Steve’s eyes turned frantically to Bucky, who gave a nod at his friend before he removed his guard cap and stepped forward.

“Grand Duke,” the King began. “What sweet sounding music, wouldn’t you agree? It makes me want to tarry just a little.”

Loki’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of the King. “Your Majesty, I-“

“Captain,” Bucky interrupted, silencing the Grand Duke instantly. “Would you be so kind as to investigate?”

“It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty,” he replied, glaring at Loki. The older man returned his stare, shifting uncomfortably in place.

Steve turned and went back inside. “Lead me to the attic, if you would, Madam. That is the only open window I could see on your property, and I would very much like to investigate.”

You looked up from the window as the door swung open and your stepmother appeared next to the Captain of the royal guards. You’d seen him before, along the edge of the hunting grounds with Buc- with the King. A thrill of hope ran through you as you turned to them, eyes wide.

Your parents’ music box had worked.

“There, you see, it’s just a servant girl, no one to concern yourself with,” Stepmother said hurriedly, her hand waving at you dismissively.

“We shall see about that,” Steve said, turning toward you. “Miss, you are requested and required to present yourself to your King.”

“I forbid you to do this!” Your stepmother took a few quick steps until she was in front of you. Her eyes dropped to her hand, which she was shielding from the Captain’s sight. In it, she gripped one of her daggers tightly. Her eyes flashed back to yours, her threat made clear.

“And I forbid you to forbid her,” the Captain shot back, his shoulders straightening. “Who are you to stop an Officer of the King?”

“Why, I’m her Mother,” she gasped. Her hand went to her heart (as if it could feel emotions).

“You have never been, and never will be my mother,” you rasped out, taking a step carefully around her. Your narrowed eyes locked onto her form, knowing that you’d have to move quickly if you wished to leave the attic without being stabbed. You couldn’t leave your back unprotected.

Steve watched you with curiosity, wondering why you were stepping toward him like that, until the last second when the older woman let out a manic scream and lunged, dagger at the ready.

It all happened so fast.

You reached out and grabbed her arms, holding them above her head with all the strength you could muster. The Captain approached quickly, grabbing her at the waist and distracting her long enough for you to wrestle the weapon from her grasp.

You ended up with your back against the wall, unharmed and with her weapon secured in your hand. You watched as Steve held her arms behind her back, his strength overpowering her heated struggle.

“Just remember who you are, you wretch!” she cried out angrily. “You are no one! I’ve gotten rid of bigger threats than you. I have evidence against you! You’re in this as deep as I am!”

“Go,” the Captain ordered you, nodding toward the open door. “Go downstairs. I will deal with this criminal.”

You dropped the dagger unceremoniously to the attic floor, still clutching the music box tightly in your hand as you fled down the stairs to the first floor.

No one stood in the foyer, though quite a few guards remained outside. You made a move to go out the front door, but the sound of someone clearing his throat stopped you in your tracks.

When you looked to your right, you saw the King standing before you, a small smile on his face.

Your heart sank.

Everything was going to be out in the open now; all of your past mistakes, your indiscretions, and all of your secrets would come to light. Your stepmother’s parting words hit you like a ton of bricks.

You knew you weren’t innocent in this. You’d play a part, too. Would you ever be forgiven? Would you ever be good enough for the sweet, wonderful King James?

What would he think of you once he knew the truth?

There was no magic left in this house to save you this time, only the off-chance that your courage would pull you through whatever fate had in store for you.

Your eyes looked down and you curtsied politely. “Your Majesty,” you said in a hushed voice. It still had not properly recovered.

“Who are you?” the King asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

“I am Cinderella,” you replied, lifting your gaze to his finally. “My true name is Y/N. I am a servant girl in my own late father’s home, an involuntary accomplice to a major crime lord, and I am certainly no Princess.”

His eyebrows raised a little at that, but he did not look away from you.

You took a few steps closer to him. “I have no parents, no money, no proper trade, and I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will still fit. But, if it does fit, per your order, will you take me as I am? A courageous and remorseful woman who loves you?”

The King paused only a moment, shaking his head as if what you were asking was the most absurd thing he had ever heard.

“Of course I will.” The adoration that shone in his bright blue eyes nearly knocked the breath out of you. “But only if you’ll take me as I am: a man still learning his trade, bound to need someone courageous and loving by his side.”

You smiled for the first time since the ball. How could someone be so good, so forgiving? It was a gift you had not been expecting, but would cherish nonetheless.

“Please,” he said, gesturing to the chair beside you for you to have a seat.

You moved gingerly to the chair, your previous grogginess still apparent, and sat gently on the cushions.

Bucky knelt down in front of you and reached for your boot, removing it and setting it to the side. He lifted the one remaining glass slipper and eased it onto your bare foot.

It still fit perfectly.

His eyes flickered up to yours, and the bright, happy smile he gave you made you think that perhaps there really was some magic left in this world, and it was all centered in him.

The King stood slowly, reaching out a hand toward you, and you took it and stood beside him. Your eyes left his only when your stepsisters caused a commotion in the doorway, begging everyone in range for mercy.

Steve motioned to two guards in the doorway, and in no time your stepsisters were shackled and under arrest.

Your stepmother stood by silently, her hands already tied firmly behind her back, as you walked past.

“I forgive you,” you told her quietly. There was so much you wanted to ask, wanted to tell her, but now was not the time. You had no more room in your heart for anger or resentment. You’d been forgiven, and now you needed to pass that along. Right now, you needed closure.

That made her angrier than you could have ever imagined, but it was not for you to decide how she reacted, only how you reacted to her, and you’d had just about enough of having to react to her for a whole lifetime.

It was time to go.

The King – your Bucky – held out his arm to you, and you took it gladly as you slipped your foot back into your boot. You gathered the music box, and he held tightly to your glass slipper, before the two of you turned and walked out of the front door together. You knew you needn’t worry about the house or your other memories, because your step-family wouldn’t be living here any longer, either.

Once you were outside, you turned to him. “What of my crimes, Your Majesty?”

“You’ve helped us apprehend a most wanted criminal and her two main accomplices, all while putting your life at risk for the sake of myself and the Kingdom,” he replied, a small smirk appearing on his face. “I know not of a more honorable way to be absolved of any prior infractions than that.”

“Truly?” You couldn’t believe it.

“If you think I’m letting you go now, Y/N, you’re sorely mistaken,” he laughed. “I’m in charge here, remember? I say that you are brave and true. The Captain can attest to that. And frankly, more people in this Kingdom could stand to be more like you.”

“They need only have courage and be kind,” you informed him, a small smile gracing your lips.

He looked at you with love and warmth in his eyes. “Come, my darling,” Bucky murmured, nuzzling your temple. “If it’s all right with you, I’d like to start the rest of our lives now.” His arm slipped around your waist, holding you to him tightly.

“Are you ready?” you asked, wanting him to be sure.

“For anything, as long as it’s with you, my Queen.”

“My Bucky,” you whispered, reaching for him again.

When you were kissed thoroughly for the second time that afternoon, you became sure of one more thing: magic did exist, but it went by a much more common term than you’d expected…

{Love.}

And they lived happily ever after.

The end.

Part 5

no tags because it’s a re-post from January 1, 2017. I am moving it from another blog. It was probably the second thing I ever wrote for this fandom so please forgive me in advance.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky!prince au #bucky prince au #prince!bucky #jsd cinderella

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gotbangvixx · 7 years

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BTS when their son wants to be a Disney Princess

Seokjin

Are you serious? This man child is going to be the PERFECT Prince Charming to his son’s Cinderella. He went through store after store searching for the outfits and while he found his that only requird some embroidery here and there, he had to compromise and find a dress that was larger than his son’s size and alter it home. Seokjin was disappointed greatly in the children’s costume industry. They did not have a proper Cinderella dress selection to choose from. This is why he had to get a larger dress. Becuase they simply did not fit his son right. And he would be damned if his son looked anything but pefect for Halloween. Halloween was a huge deal for his son and therefor a huge deal for Seokjin. Seokjin worked late into the night making adjustment’s to the dress so that it fit his son just right. When Halloween dawned they went hand in hand down the line of houses and made a killing with candy. Luckily no one notices the bandages on a majority of fingers because it turns out hand altering a dress his not as easy as he thought

“Even though you are a princess it does not mean you get to eat more than 3 pieces of candy!”

Yoongi

Yoongi didn’t show much of a reaction when his 6 year old son suddenly ran up to him with heart eyes holding up the Snow White outfit he found to wear to his classroom Halloween party. He looked it up and down and calmly asked his son if he was sure that was what he wanted because he wasn’t going to buy him a different one if he changes his mind. His son determinedly said he was sure and marched to the checkout person. However when the kid running the cash register asked his son if he realized that he picked up a dress. His son looked at the cashier in confusion a look that was suspiciously similar to Yoongi’s. Of course he knew he got a dress! The cashier rolled his eyes and made a snide remark. But you are a boy! Boys don’t wear dresses! You should go back and pick out something else! Yoongi quickly got PISSED and was ready to murder this asshole but an idea occurred to him and he just smirked at the kid. You know what? You are right. Come on squirt. Let’s go find something else. His son’s eyes welled up with tears but Yoongi quickly picked him up and whispered in his ear. 15 minutes later they are back in line still holding the dress but this time with a proper crown complete with plastic jewels, a wicker basket that looks just like the one in the cartoon, adorable little heeled shoes, and red play lipstick. Yoongi looked at the cashier as if to dare him to say anything. He didn’t. But that didn’t stop Yoongi from calling in and making a warning complaint to the manager.

“Hello? Yes, you see I just came from your store and spoke with a certain smart mouthed little shit and you should know that the next time I see him...”

Hoseok

You never would of known that Hoseok had a minor freak out when his son excited told him that he wanted to be Ariel for Halloween. Don’t get him wrong it’s not that he had a problem with his son wanting to be a princess but what if the other kids tease him? His son is only 7! His feelings could be hurt and it could affect him for the rest of his life! But none the less he took his son to the costume store and helped him pick out a “tutu” version of Ariel because the traditional one didn’t fit him right. He had to admit his son was adorable dancing around in a purple seashells and bright green tutu and green leggings. He even found the long wig in the proper bright red to go with it! And if anyone asked he of course did NOT follow behind his son at a safe distance to make sure no one said anything. He didn’t have anything to worry about. The kids all loved his son’s costume, the parent’s however... Well the police weren’t called but it was a close thing after Hoseok was done with them.

“Okay I hear what you are saying but hear me out... If you say that again about my son you will be shitting out my shoe for the next month.”

Namjoon

Namjoon could not of been happier to see his son express himself. So when he came up to Namjoon exclaiming Merida was the bestest pwincess ever! I want to be her for Hawoween! In his adorable little lisp Namjoon found himself spending a bit more than he planned for his Halloween outfit. But come on! His son clearly needed a custom made bow! Merida HAS to have her bow in the cartoon therefor his son must have bow! And okay so he didn’t have to buy the expensive velvet green dress and then pay to have it altered. But the look on his son’s face when he saw himself in the mirror with it on was worth every penny. His son even sat and listened intently on the importance of making choices in your life and how to think carefully before acting. As depicted in the cartoon making a rash and selfish decision could hurt someone else. It did seem to escape his notice that his son was only 5 and fell asleep while Namjoon was starting to explain the mythology of Wil-o-wisps.

“You see son, they are fascinating creatures that were actually known to lure travelers into the forest to get them lost inste- Oh. Well I suppose it is your nap time...”

Jimin

When his son quietly came up to him and sat his lap, Jimin knew that he wanted something. His son took after him completely. He had his sunny personality, his award winning smile, and his love of singing and dancing. He also inherited his small body structure, so when his son shyly asked if he could be Belle for Halloween, Jimin’s heart sank. He didn’t consider himself old fashioned. He was all for the world changing and becoming more accepting but boys wearing dresses... That was not something that was widely accepted and he just couldn’t bring himself to let his little innocent sweet boy deal with bullies. When he calmly explained that No you can not be Belle for Halloween but you can be the Prince! Or even the Beast! Or maybe Chip? And Jimin’s heart broke when he saw his son’s face fall. His son did not argue but instead nodded sadly and walked over to the corner of the room and faced the wall. Why his son just put himself in time out was baffling to Jimin and he did NOT want to think about how it looked like he was punishing himself for something. Maybe Jimin was spending to much time with Namjoon because surely this thing was not that deep and his 7 year old did not have a complex... Jimin agonized over what to do but in the end he decided that his son’s happiness was more important to him than society standards. So when he presented the golden ballgown and pretty plastic heels with a matching adorable little tasseled purse (not necessary but it was just too cute to pass up), his son’s face lit up like the sun and Jimin knew he made the right choice. His son may face bullying in the future but Jimin would be behind him and his choices 100% of the way.

“I don’t care what you think. If my son wants to be a princess he will be a princess. You can go find something place dank and horrible to stuff yourself in.”

Taehyung

Taehyung teased Yoongi that his son and Yoongi’s son must of been switched at birth. Who knows? They were born on the same day... Because Taehyung’s son slept more than any other kid on earth! Taehyung had heard the horror stories of nap times and bedtimes and was fully prepared with books, songs, and night lights by the time his son was born. But he never had a single problem. In fact he had caught Yoongi napping with Taehyung’s son during play dates. So the irony was not lost on Taehyung when his son runs in screaming about a dress that changes colors and getting a kiss from the prince to break the curse all the while going in circles around the couch. (His son always did wake up with excess energy when he woke up from his naps.) His son came to a skidding halt in front of Taehyung and begged to be Princess Aurora for Halloween. Taehyung dropped his face in his hand for a moment before jumping up and chasing his overactive 9 year old who screeched in terror of the tickle monster. It was at times like these there was no doubt in his mind THIS was his son. After the spontaneous game of tag that was initiated when his son turned and started chasing Taehyung instead of being chased, they sat down in front of the computer. They scrolled through website after website to find the PERFECT dress for his son. Once they decided on a dress that was that shimmery fabric that changed colors as your turn they turned to then find the perfect crown even if son would most likely have the thing broken within a day of wearing it. He took after his Uncle Namjoon in that aspect, it was still the perfect look for Princess Aurora.

“I know you are excited to be Princess Aurora but you can’t wear the crown or dress until Halloween because your Uncle Namjoon has rubbed off on you to much and I don’t want the dress spontaneously bursting into flames or anything...”

Jungkook

Jungkook fully blames Seokjin for why his son was wearing a green sheet wrapped around his chest so it flows almost skirt like. I’m Pwincess Tiana! He exclaimed and danced around happily. Not that Jungkook cared about what his son was wearing as long as he was warm in the winter and didn’t get too hot in the summer. But really a bed sheet is not an appropriate dress. So Jungkook let his son pick out a reasonably priced costume dress from a resale website and his son wore it threadbare from all of the times he wore it. It was almost an everyday event where he put on his dress and watched Princess and the Frog which Jungkook knew by heart now. He admitted that it was adorable when his son sang along. When preschool came around Jungkook tried to convince his son to leave the dress at home because knowing from experience multiple kids in one place normally means something gets broken. But he could not persuade him so in the backpack the dress went. Evidently no one had a problem with son wearing it until late October came around and Jungkook received a phone call from the new Principle. I am sure you were not aware but your son has been seen on multiple occasions wearing a dress. Jungkook was confused. Yes? I know because I pack his bag everyday. Jungkook hears a sigh through the other line. I am sure you think there is no harm in your son wearing a dress but I assure you this will... The woman goes on but Jungkook doesn’t hear her finish her statement because anger fills his ears. How dare she imply his son is wrong to wear what he wants. He catches the last of her montage. Halloween is in three days and I expect to see him in appropriate costume. I know you don’t want your son to grow up to be a deviant to society. He is only 4 so there is time to fix him. Jungkook hung up on her. Rage filled him but he pushed it aside and determination filled him instead. He went online searched for hours until he found exactly what he wanted. He put a rush order on it and when Halloween arrived his son is ecstatic in a brand new Princess Tiana dress... and his father in a green bridesmaids gown. It was the only thing in his size that looked close enough to Princess Tiana. They went to school hand in hand and had the best Halloween party ever. And if Jungkook accidentally spilled the punch on the Principle... well that was of course not on purpose and he defiantly did not smirk at her as she frantically tried to wipe it off her Gucci sweater.

“No one tells me my son is going to be a deviant just because he wears dresses. My son will grow up to be who the hell he wants and YOU will not affect him at all or else you will not have a happily ever after... Understand?”

Omg I had so much fun writing this react. Like always I can’t escape the plot but I was able to keep them rather short... Well short for me at least. Requests are open so please feel free to send them!

-Starfish

(Prussia inserting herself into not her reaction: Kids terrify me!)

#bts #bangtan #bts reaction #jungkook #jimin #v #Taehyung #namjoon #rap monster #suga #yoongi #hoseok #jhope #seokjin #jin

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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The Lost Princess {Biadore} Chapter 1 -C*NT

A/N: This was a prompt that was sent to my sideblog, and I thought this would make a great multi-chapter AU because it’s looselybased off of my favorite Disney movie ever Tangled. I’ve changed quite a few things around, there’s more of a back story for Flynn/Roy, I felt uncomfortable using Roy’s moms real name so I decided to name her Isabelle. Some other Rugirls will be making appearances as well (Jinkx as Mother Gothel, Manila as the Queen’s maid etc.). Adore will be a cisgirl in this fic so I apologize in advance because I know that’s not everyones favorite thing in the world to read. This chapter is on the short side to start the story off, but I promise I’ll spoil you with extra long chapters as the plot thickens. 😉 TW: Murder/Death that could be potentially interpretated as a way to commit suicide, please read at your own risk-it is a small scene but I still like to warn. TW for Depressive thoughts as well. Sorry for my obnoxiously long A/N, please enjoy the story!

Long ago, a golden drop of sun fell from the heavens and onto the soil below, just on the outskirts of what would become the kingdom of Corona. From that single drop, an enchanted flower grew and blossomed; and for many years it laid untouched on the edge of a high cliff.

An old red headed witch named Jinkx, was traveling from deep within the forest in search of herbs was the one who stumbled across the flower first. She had grown ill with a deadly plague and was in search of medicine. The flower had a bright golden aura around it, one that she had never seen before. As she sang and picked up the nearby mushrooms, she noticed the flower began to radiate with light. Her hands that were old and brittle felt strong again, and she heard her voice become clear and young once more. Realizing the flower had mystical powers, she decided to hide it under a wicker basket, and keep the flower hidden from any travelers passing by.

Many, many years passed and her secret fountain of youth remained untouched: until now.

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The summer night was dark and swampy, an evil energy settling slowly upon the forest. Something was not right, and it wasn’t just because the Queen of Corona was ill, and still expecting.

“Mom, I don’t want to keep going into the woods.” The young boy cried, being drug by his mother’s soft, tender hand. They had been hiking all day now, and Roy wanted nothing more then his own bed.

“Roy, we have to go.” The woman cooed, leading the way out of the city and towards the depths of the forest. “There’s a flower I need to heal your father, and it’s buried deep within the forest.”

Roy pouted, making a disgusted face as he wiped his hair out of his eye. He was 5, and already had enough of the outdoors to last a lifetime.

His father had fallen ill with what the village doctors believed was a deadly virus. The doctors said there was no cure: but Roy’s mom believed the only thing that could help him was a mythical golden flower that was gifted from the sun. It supposedly grew on a cliff many miles outside of the city; which is where they were headed now.

“Mom, how can you believe in something you’ve never seen before?” Roy asked.

“It’s called hope. Hope is when we see light, despite being surrounded by darkness. We must always have hopes and dreams Roy, never forget that.”

“I have a dream! One day we’ll get to go meet the new princess and the king and queen!” Roy exclaimed.

His mother smiled at him, stroking his face sweetly.

“You can do anything you set your mind to. Guess what? We’re almost there honey.“ She comforted, holding his hand as they padded through the forest. Suddenly, Roy felt a chill go down his spine. He shivered as they continued to make their way down the dirt path.

Something didn’t feel right to Roy, he wasn’t sure what it was but he knew he wanted to leave.

“Mommy, I want to go home.” Roy whimpered, grabbing onto her dress.

The two of them stopped at what appeared to be a cliff ledge. There was a small basket over a small golden light

“Could it be?” She breathed. She ran towards the basket, lifting it up slowly. Underneath it was the golden flower they had been looking for!

“It’s beautiful.” She murmured. Roy gazed down at it in awe. The flower was glowing a bright gold. It had purple flecks in the center and smelled incredibly sweet. Roy’s mom began to dig up the flower gently, but was interrupted shortly after she began to remove the roots from the earth below.

“Just what do you think you’re doing with that?” An ominous voice boomed from behind them. Roy jumped up, scared as he looked around.

“Who’s there?” Isabelle called. She motioned to Roy to hide behind a nearby rock where she could still see him.

“The owner of that flower, my pretty. I wouldn’t dare take it if I were you.”

“No one owns this flower, besides I need it to help heal my husband.”

“You were clearly misinformed.” Jinkx retorted.

“I don’t believe I was. You can’t stop me from taking it.” Isabelle began to pull the plant close to her chest when a woman with vibrant red hair appeared out of the deep woods.

“I warned you, you are not to take the magical flower.” Jinkx approached, glaring at the younger woman.

“What are you going to do about it?” Isabelle challenged, gazing into the red heads beady brown eyes.

Jinkx smiled sweetly, snapping her fingers as she began to sing a song. Roy covered his ears, the witch sounded terrible; and he didn’t want to risk getting caught up in whatever was about to happen. All he could do was watch on with horror as his mom froze in place.

Jinkx cackled after she was finished singing, approaching her with ease. She stroked the magical flower with her long white fingers, removing it from Isabelle’s hands easily.

His mom was frozen in place from whatever spell Jinkx had just cast, Roy realized. After she replanted the flower below her feet, Jinkx stared at the young woman with pity.

“You’re much prettier then most of the ones who try to take this from me. I guess I’ll spare you a slow and painful death.” Jinkx groaned. With a swift shove, Isabelle was thrown off of the ledge of the cliff and down into the deep canyon below.

“No!” Roy screamed, running out from behind the rock.

The witch cackled, placing the basket over the flower.

“You’d be a fool to try and take it.” Jinkx warned as she dissappeared into the forest.

Roy stared down at the golden flower, and realized there was nothing he could do now. If he tried to take the flower, the witch would kill him too. He sat down in front of it, and realized he had no chance of saving his father either. He would most likely be an orphan by the time he got back to the city.

He couldn’t dare look over the cliff ledge where his mother had fallen to her death. He knew that night, that something had changed within him. He was not the same sensitive little boy that he was only hours ago. This morning he was innocent, skipping through the town square with his friends and daydreaming about the future. He couldn’t allow himself to feel anything right now, he had to find his way back to the city without dying.

Roy laid down next to the flower and allowed himself to weep softly. What was the hurry in getting back now?

Shattering the silence of the forest, 5 palace officers with torches had approached.

“Halt! Hands up young man.” The large man ordered.

Roy sat up and threw his hands up in the air willingly.

“Roy? What are you doing so far away from home? Your dad has been worried!” The large man, Roy had nicknamed ‘Bunny’ asked. Roy would follow Bunny around the city and play pranks on him with his friends. Somehow, Bunny had taken a liking to Roy, and always let him off easy with a warning whenever they got into trouble.

“Me and mom came for the flower.. but she was killed.” Roy sniffled.

The guards all exchanged a sympathetic look, nodding their heads in agreement.

“Bunny, take Roy back home.” The captain paused. "This is the flower right?”

“That’s it, but there’s a witch hiding in the bushes who will kill you!” Roy yelled.

Bunny leaned down to crouch on the ground so that he was eye level with Roy. He smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“That witch won’t be bothering us Roy. You see, we’re big men with weapons and she would be a fool to want to mess with us.” Bunny grinned, picking Roy up and flinging him over his shoulder.

“Why do you guys want the flower? Are you going to bring it to my dad?” Roy asked hopeful.

The captain frowned and avoided eye contact with him. Roy felt Bunny tense as he set him back down on the ground.

“I’m sorry Roy, but we won’t be bringing the flower to your dad.” Bunny said sadly. “We have royal orders to bring it to the Queen.”

“For the princess.” Roy realized, tight lipped. These guards really didn’t care about him. They just wanted the flower for the unborn princess and the queen. They could care less about the poor boy from the city with no mother and a dying father.

He was realizing people really didn’t care about one another; it really was every man for himself.

“Are you okay buddy?” Bunny asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

“I’m fine.” Roy said shrugging the guards hand away. “Just take me home.”

The officers finished removing the flower with ease, but deep in the woods Jinkx watched with rage as the men left.

She knew they could only want it for one thing: to save the queen and her unborn child.

Which meant the princess would possess all of the magic. Her lips curled up in an evil smile as she began to hatch a new plan. Hope was not lost for Jinkx.

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"Your highness, the magical golden flower that you requested.”

The king took the flower, examining it with awe. He smiled for the first time in weeks, happy to finally have something that would help his wife and unborn daughter feel better.

“It’s beautiful.” The queen whispered before coughing violently. Her body heaved as she tried to stop, but the more she tried the longer she coughed. To the King’s horror, Queen Bonnie was deteriorating in front of his very eyes. Her plump pregnant belly was the only sign of life left on her tiny frame.

“See that the cooks receive this at once to make into a soup for the queen.” He ordered.

“As you wish sir.” The maids scurried off into the kitchen to have the magical flower made into a healing soup.

“I promise, you and the baby will be okay.” The King of Corona stroked his wife’s forehead.

“I hope so.” She smiled weakly, holding his hand.

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Bunny had escorted Roy inside of his house before he followed the rest of the guards back to the palace. Roy was greeted by Courtney, a young blonde woman who had been the family’s doctor for years. She was quite beautiful, and had piercing blue eyes and pale skin. She frowned as Roy approached, not knowing how to tell him the news.

“I’m so sorry Roy, but your father succumbed to his illness late this afternoon. Where is your mother?” Doctor Courtney asked.

Roy looked off into the distance and shook his head. He didn’t want to go into detail, it’s not like she cared.

“She’s dead.”

“What?! What happened??” Dr. Courtney exclaimed, reaching out to touch the young boy. Roy shrugged her off, and moved away quickly.

“She was killed by a witch.”

“A witch?! What did she look like?”

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll never find her. Just take me to the orphanage.” Roy said coldly. Roy was sick of the sad look in all of the adults eyes. He didn’t want to be pitied for losing both of his parents, especially since he knew no one cared enough about him to actually adopt him. It cost lots of money to adopt, he knew because his parents had wanted to adopt a baby girl before his dad had gotten sick.

Dr. Courtney looked down at the young boy and nodded her head in understanding. She reached out and tried to hug him again, but once again he shut her out. She gave up, and eventually escorted him to his new life in the orphanage.

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The queen drank the soup slowly, the flower gleaming beautifully in the gold colored bowl. When she finished drinking the broth, she left the flower inside the bowl and handed it back to one of her maids.

“Your highness, you should eat the flower too; it will do wonders for your health.” The chef suggested watching carefully.

The queen nodded her head, already feeling the strength re-enter her body from the broth. It was the first thing she could keep down in days. She grabbed the flower and chewed on it daintily, surprised that it tasted so delicious.

She finished it quickly, realizing she felt whole again. She sat up in bed, stretching out her arms and the maids clapped with delight.

“Are you feeling better your highness?” Her lead maid, Manila asked.

“I feel great Manila. See that the team that retrieved the flower receive a generous reward from me personally.” Queen Bonnie said. Manila nodded her head and exited the room rapidly, no doubt already preparing the rewards.

Suddenly, Bonnie felt a large cramp in her lower abdomen. She moaned out in pain and grabbed her stomach, gripping it tightly. She felt liquid flood her sheets and realized it was finally happening. She was going to meet her little princess.

“It’s time.” The Queen gasped

#c*nt #biadore #the lost princess #rpdr fanfiction #submission #bianca del rio #jinkx monsoon #tangled au #fairytale au #m/f au

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finalequeerscanbecomposedclearly · 4 years

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so like i was in class, right?

i was in this program, called integrated--it’s where social studies class was taught through literature--we had block periods every day, and the environment was welcoming, inclusive, and distinctly liberal. It was a nice class, and I enjoyed a good 90% of it. Of course, the homework load was excessive, as junior year classes are prone to have, and we all suffered accordingly. I managed a B in the class, and for that I am proud. It was a good class. It was. There was just one time that I... didn’t like.

So my teachers, we’ll call them Right and Left (, after puns on their names that I will not disclose here, to protect them). They were good teachers. They are good teachers. Still. Just this one time. I... well, here you go.

It was a normal day, blah blah blah, we’re in class. We had those weird desks that were like chairs attached to desks so that you couldn’t stand up properly, but you also couldn’t flip the desk out of your way to get up. They were this off-grey color, and you had to slide into the from the left side in order to sit down. Slide down, really. Then you spent the class period with your legs confined to this tiny little box space, surrounded by metal bars. Ew. So this is where our story begins. Normal day, we’re talking about America at the moment. At this point in the school year, we already knew that America sucked, and that if America was sticking its stupid little war-mongering nose into another country’s business, we were about to learn some shitty stuff about our beloved country.

So. World War Two. Huzzah. Obviously, we all already knew about the Holocaust. It fucking sucked. End of that story. I already knew about how the Japanese soldiers treated the Chinese civilians. That fucking sucked too. But America? Hey, we won the war, right? We’re the good guys, right? Fucking wrong. Losers. You really thought.

So, when the Holocaust was first starting out and American people were first learning about it, who gave a shit? Who went, wow, this is terrible, let’s go fight for their right to, i dunno, not die? Huh. Funny. Not many. America kept its ass out of the war until Japan literally went HEY AMERICA FUCK YOU JOIN and then they did. Now, here’s the great part. Here’s the part that has me telling you this. You ready?

Anti-Japanese propaganda. Lockin’ em up into concentration camps. Because we’re better than Hitler, right? We’re better than the Japanese, right? Fucking wrong. Idiots. Did you really think America could keep its little white supremacist fucking hands to itself? Nah. NAH. And guess what? Here’s the good stuff. Here’s the best part. They weren’t attacking Japanese people overseas initially. That I could understand. Send people to go fight the bad guys. Right? Right? Nah. They locked up U.S. fucking citizens. That’s right. The good guys locked up their own people. Why? Oh, because they were asian. And they look like the bad guys.

Wanna know what we learned that day in class, hmm? We analyzed political cartoons and propaganda and lo! Guess what? Asians people have been demonized for a while now, huh?

See this shit?

Murdering. Interesting. Okay, let’s try analyzing the image itself, shall we? We have the Japanese soldier’s face cast in shadow. The eyes and the lips are exaggerated. He’s beating a defenseless white man, whose hands are clearly tied. His facial expression is a snarl--it looks almost primitive. We see a clipping of a news article--the Japanese have wiped out American prisoners through torture. Demonization--through association and imagery. But wait! There’s more:

Seriously, America? That ain’t even SUBTLE. First up, tropes: Innocent beautiful white woman, screaming and running for her life from a psychopath with a knife. The Japanese soldier--as we are lead to assume--has claws, the face of a monkey, and is cast in shadow in the most exaggerated way possible. The only truly well-lit portion of him is the hat, bearing the insignia. His ears are pointed. His nails are sharp. The knife is pointed down and held like a serial killer holds it. Ah wait, I’m not done. He has no legs--he’s a rising figure out of the dark. Oh, and the skin is literally just. Yellow. The teeth are bared, the eyes are squinty, and the back is arched. They’ve turned the Japanese soldier into a monster. And to American people, they were right. Japanese soldiers, as a whole, did horrible fucking things. They murdered my people. Yes, historically, I honestly should probably fucking hate them too. But I can’t hate this man in this image. Why? Because the way they depicted these Japanese soldiers didn’t just hurt the Japanese forces across the waters. They didn’t just hurt Japanese descendants. These posters hurt all of the East-Asian-appearing people.

Here’s another little show of how the media still incorporates this shit in today’s media:

That’s an awful lot of squinty eyes, huh? Bared teeth and exaggerated eyebrows? Off-color skin? Now let’s try the heros:

Looks at these lovely ladies, am i right? Now, let’s check out their faces. All white-shaped, even if they’re not white. Check out Jasmine’s nose. That’s tiny. Mulan’s eyebrows are arched and pointed--they sure don’t look like mine. Tiana’s lips are shockingly small and her cheekbones are high--they sure don’t look like any black woman I’ve ever met. Not a single solitary tooth. If they’re showing teeth, it’s a white blob instead of individual teeth. Their skin is flawless and sweet. But, most importantly, their eyes are huge. Each Disney princess has the eyes of an anime character. It’s almost ridiculous. Belle’s eyes take up half of her face.

Compare and contrast, shall we? So the Disney villains have small, sqinty eyes, large smiles, and non-white skin. The Disney heroines have large, beautiful eyes, tiny, delicate smiles, and even if they don’t have white skin, they have awfully white features. Huh. Funny. Wonder what the take-away is there.

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