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dazednmatthews · 4 days

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number neighbor!matt x reader: semi face to face (part four point five)

the thrum of the facetime ring had y/n very rightfully shitting bricks.

it wasn’t that she was scared of matt, nor would she ever let him know what she really thought of him, but the thought of finally talking to him semi-face to face was something that sent a weird hum through her veins.

they’d been talking for close to three weeks now, annoying him becoming a quintessential part of her days. she wouldn’t admit it to him, but she liked matt. as a friend. he was funny, and despite what she constantly told him, he wasn’t boring at all. she would have stopped trying a long time ago if he was.

on the third ring, matt picks up. the lighting in his room is warm, pale yellow filling her screen. the motherfucker is laid in bed, shirtless of course, hair fluffy and curling into his eyes.

it makes her sick to her god damn stomach the way the silver chain sits on his collarbones. and the way she can see stubble aligning his jaw. and the way the blanket just barely covers his chest. she wants to hang up.

she’d lost her ability to speak suddenly, so when matt raises an eyebrow, she knows he’s about to start something with her. “hello?” he draws out the ‘o’. “are you going to say something or am i gonna talk to myself during this?”

it’s enough to snap her out of whatever the fuck trance he had her in. “it’s been twenty seven seconds and i already wanna hang up.”

he smirks slightly, “i think that’s a lie.”

“whatever,” she grumbles. “why don’t you have any clothes on? classless.”

“i have pants on. wanna see?” y/n holds her hand up to the camera, flipping her middle finger. matt laughs. it’s a nice laugh. oh fuck. “am i distracting you?”

“i will hang up if you start this shit again.”

“fine, fine.” matt sits up slightly, angling the camera more on his face. he leans forward, eyebrows furrowed. “let me see your room.”

y/n is sitting at her desk, avoiding open makeup bottles and random pens strewn about. she shrugs, flipping the camera. her room is filled to the brim with things. her walls are covered in posters; from her favorite horror movies and icons and just films in general to her favorite musicians. she even has a funny minion poster in the corner that her best friend got her for a gag gift. she loves it just the same though.

“other than that fucking minion poster,” matt rolls his eyes. “you kind of have good taste.”

she scoffs. “kind of? bye. my taste is impeccable.”

matt eyes the poster right next to her closet door. “you like mac miller?”

she nods fondly. “he’s one of my favorite artists.”

something in his voice changes. “me too.”

“you wanna be me so damn bad. it’s flattering.”

it’s matt’s turn to scoff. “i actually couldn’t think of anything worse.”

y/n ignores him, giving him the full tour. she shows him the extent of her cd collection, which he of course, has something to say about all the disney channel soundtracks. she simply states that, “good music knows no bounds. it’s not my fault shake it up had the best ghost writers.” and yeah, matt does laugh at that.

she shows him the various pieces of art her sister has drawn her, which he’s actually really loves. they bicker about whether or not astrology is real, again, when she shows him her crystal collection. predictably, it ends up with her calling him a bastard and him telling her she’s insane a thousand times.

when she gets to her book case, he looks surprised. “you read?” his eyes are scanning the screen. “those are all yours?”

y/n’s face twists at the borderline insult. “are you calling me fucking stupid or something?”

“no!” he sounds kind of frantic. “i didn’t mean it like that. i just meant i didn’t know you enjoyed books like that.”

she shrugs, flipping the camera back to her and sitting back at her desk. “there’s a lot you don’t know about me, matt.”

she pretends to find something interesting in her reflection, not seeing matt’s eyes turn slightly soft. “yeah. i see.”

when it’s his turn to show his room, y/n’s surprised at how clean it is. there’s a bed and a desk with a monitor, headphones next to the keyboard. his bed is big and looks comfy, dark red silk sheets on it. it makes something in her stomach flip. she tells it to shut the hell up.

she teases him for the few stuffed animals he has on his bed. “aww, matt. you big softie.”

“yeah, yeah, what the fuck ever. they’re cute.”

“mr. tough guy, making room on his bed for his plushies. adorable.”

“go to hell, y/n.”

there’s not really much else in there but a couple framed pictures, so it’s over pretty quick. and when it is, something weird happens. the two sit on the phone, for hours. they talk about any and everything, bicker about the same things and tell each other more about themselves. y/n learns that he has the cutest little dog named trevor, he also likes to read from time to time and that he’s obsessed with watching tv.

she tells him about her parents and how they aren’t as close anymore, her siblings and how she wishes she could see them more and that she has an unhealthy attachment to word searches.

it’s nice, she decides.

it only ends when there’s a bang at matt’s door, followed by it flinging open. “matt, can you take me to the gas station? i want twizzlers.” one of his brothers says.

the other one flops down next to him on his bed, poking matt in the stomach. “i need chips in my system, like now.”

matt closes his eyes and sighs. “you both are so fucking annoying.” he turns to the side. “i’m on the god damn phone.”

the middle one in that one picture matt sent, chris she thinks, pokes his head into the frame. “oh shit, is that the girl that you’ve been texting?”

the other triplet, nick, let’s out a laugh. “you mean the one he never shuts the fuck up about-“ and suddenly the audio is cut off and matt is out of his bed.

y/n is taken aback by the statement. matt talks about her to his brothers? she would definitely be putting that in her back pocket for later.

she watches matt leave his own room and hears the sound come back. “i’ve gotta go, y/n. they’ll only get more annoying and i don’t feel like cleaning up a crime scene if i kill them.”

she smiles in amusement. “that’s fine, i should probably finish my laundry anyway.”

there’s a moment of silence and then she can hear the smirk in his voice way before she sees it. “yeah i noticed. do you wash that pair of lacy black underwear on your floor on delicate or regu-“

“goodbye, matthew!”

her face heats up as she presses the end call button, cutting off his maniacal laughter.

as y/n sits in silence for a second after he’s gone, she wonders if matt felt the shift between them just as much as she did.

a/n: yes the inspo is the still of matt from the new tiktok cause that shit got me soooo bad. anyway hope you guys liked this!

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hyunip · 6 months

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DISTRACTION

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https://sober!-ony-x-drunk!-plus-size-black!-reader.com//:hyunip

A/N: Cannot get this man ony out of my head and how he gets distracted by how fine you looks while you talkin’ to him. You know that part of redbone with instrumental? He think you looks like that part of the song. Ion know if that made sense to you, but if it don’t, you gonna have to make sense out of it.

[I suck at warnings, sorry]

MATERLIST[Needs to and will be updated]

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[T]ipsy was really the only word that could explain you right now. The only word that fit into how you felt.

Your vision was a bit blurry, and your mind felt a little scattered, like all you could think of was words and how to put them in a way. But whilst talking, it seemed you couldn’t care less about what you said to him. Letting your thoughts be free. You were only like this because you and Onyankopon’s friend group were playing a game of uno with a little twist.

If someone put down a draw four card, you’d have to do four shots and then draw your four cards. Same thing if they’re stacked—if you have to draw eight cards that’s eight shots and eight cards—so on and so forth. You weren’t sure who made that shit up, but whoever did it was a damn good idea. It was funny and loud—which may have caused a little headache—and chill too. You all had a good time. But after a few rounds you all decided to chill since Sasha—a light weight—had one too many drinks for herself. So she’d went up to your room to sleep. Whilst Connie, Mikasa, Eren, Armin, and Jean were all laid out on bean bag chairs on their phones or talking. You were all in your basement, the song redbone by Childish Gambino playing, set to a medium volume on the speaker at the back.

Ony listened to you talk, listened to you sound a little loopy as you talked to him about a dream you had of him.

“And you was chasin’ me downstairs wit the knife—I almost bust my ass on the last step” you told Ony, your eyes slowly closing and your hand moved slowly to facepalm yourself in the face as you said the last part, making Ony chuckle at how you found it so dumb. “I ain’ gon lie baby, this shit sound like one ‘uh dem horror movies you be watchin’” he laughed.

Truth be told, Ony loved when you told him about your dreams, or spoke to him about just anything. Your voice was so smooth and sexy on the regular, but when you were like this, it was just goofy and sounded loopy as hell, and he found it funny and cute. But at some times—like now—he could rarely really ever focus on what you were saying, since he always found himself stuck admiring your facial features and body and how good you looked. He admired your ass, your thick thighs—and definitely the way the quadruple in size whenever you sit down. That has him practically drooling and wishing to be held between them for the rest of his life.— you hip dips, your double D cup sized breasts, and of course that pudgy belly you had (cause be real. You can’t want a woman with a FAT DUMPY and some pretty big titties without no stomach 🙄 plus size are baddies too.)

He loved the fat under your arms and how chubby you were. But my oh my, when he catches a look at them pretty brown eyes and see that wide and beautiful smile, his heart can’t help but skip almost all the million beats. He may not show it, but when he sees how good you look everyday, he try his best to find the words to speak. Always silent at first glance.

He was leaned back against the couch, his arms falling on his thighs as he sat manspread beside you, staring at your well done makeup. The little eyeliner wing making an illusion of slim siren eyes with a lit red tint under your eyes, and mink lashes perfectly placed on your lash line. The look with your outfit made him want to get on his knees and start slurping you up and eating you like the last dinner he will ever have. You were just too sexy, and he could always gas himself up about how bagged himself the baddest woman in his eyes.

“You listening?” Your voice was low and interrupted by a small hiccup after drinking a few sips of a cup of soda sitting on the small round table in front of you both. His thoughts were interrupted by that, bringing him back to reality.

When he focused back onto your words and was able to give your entire being a final analyzation, he heard the best part of redbone begin to play, making the moment even better for him.

Ony nodded at your question before you moaned in satisfaction as to what your ears were hearing right now, standing to start dancing to your favorite part of the song, vocalizing with it under your breath. As you got up, so did Mikasa and Connie, all of you vibing out to the music and singing along with each other. Ony couldn’t do anything but sit back and watch you enjoy yourself and feel good.

Best believe he could NOT wait to get you home and love and touch all up on you…

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And that, Ladies and Gentleman, was DISTRACTION by HYUNIP!

#hyunip #aot x reader #black reader #aot onyankopon #aot eren #aot mikasa #its been some time since i wrote anything #I love writing about ony #ony x black reader #plus size reader #for my big girls

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suckerforcate · 1 year

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Hey!! How are you doing? Okay, so since you're an educator, could you write a college!Larissa x fem!reader friends to lovers?

Reader is a politics major and they become friends over their shared interest in education. They get really close and something small (maybe Reader helping Larissa do her makeup in the classic wlw picture) makes her realize she's not so straight. Since we're thinking 1990s, being a sapphic politician wouldnt be so acceptable so Reader decides to change her college so she doesn't need to ruin their friendship but also keeps herself away from the "temptation". They eventually lose touch, but years later they meet in a Education Leadership Conference (or something like that) and Reader invites Larissa to work on some new law or campaign fully believing she's over her crush.

Except she's not. And adult!Larissa is slowly falling for Reader and her dedication to the education of outcasts and... idk, rights on children halthcare.

College Sweetheart

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2049

Warning: none (?)

A/n: I really like this actually, I hope you do too!! I'm sorry that I've been rather quiet today, I've spend the day with my best friend and didn't have so much time to write due to that. <3

You were straight. That was something you had been sure of your whole life. But right now, sitting in front of Larissa, you weren't so sure anymore.

The two of you had met in college and immediately hit it off. She was kind of your best friend by now. Your major was politics with a focus on educational law and Larissa's major was education. So your shared interest of the matter had brought you closer together. You had spent most of your free time together, even if it was just quietly learning together.

Of course, you had noticed that you felt happier anytime you were near her. Your heart seemed to explode, and you did get a little nervous. But that was normal, wasn't it? At least that were things you could ignore. But the latest incident couldn't be ignored. It was clear that you felt something for her, even though it was a little hard to grasp as you had been sure that you were straight. Apparently you weren't.

Larissa and you had decided to do a sleepover. A typical "girls night", watching movies, cooking together, laughing a lot and doing each others make up. The latter was the problem. While doing someone's makeup you get very, very close to them. And suddenly you got the undeniable urge to kiss her. Not in a funny way, like friends sometimes do. In a real, romantic way. The urge was so overwhelming that you had to stop applying her mascara for a second and pull yourself together. Thankfully, Larissa didn't seem to notice.

After this evening it got harder and harder to ignore what you felt for her. Suddenly you were much more aware of all the things you had already felt before. She was on your mind constantly and besides having a hard time concentrating most if the time, you were really scared. Scared of what she'd think and also scared, that if you'd ever act on the matter and somehow people would find out that you weren't actually straight, your career in politics would find an end before it had even started.

It took you a while to make the decision, it certainly wasn't an easy one. But it was the right one. And sometimes, making the right decision hurts.

You choose to change college. You needed to get away from Larissa, you wanted to be friends with her. Your friendship was very dear to you, she was after all your best friend. Larissa was devastated when you told her, you had made up some stupid lie. The focus on education was better there. It would be helpful and important for your career, you would be an expert in the matter. She believed it, of course she did. You were a good liar, you had always been. The farewell was horror, you cried. Both. But as you got in the car and Larissa was out of sight, you started to sob. A gut-wrenching, ugly sobbing. The tears blocking your vision so much you had to drive to the side of the road.

You tried to hold contact in the following weeks, calling and writing whenever there was time. The problem was, there was hardly any time. Your schedules couldn't have been any more different. And so, with time, you lost each other more and more. Until your friendship was merely a memory, coming to mind at times.

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"Shit!" You exclaimed as you tripped on the stairs. It had been a horrible day, everything seemed to go sideways. You had overslept, leaving you with six incredibly short minutes to get ready. But you had taken immoderate thirteen minutes, which is why your colleague had decided to just drive without you. That had led to you having to take the bus. Which was a horrible experience, as always. It was rush hour, you can imagine the situation inside of the bus. And now you tripped on the last stair on your way to the conference room.

Today was the Education Leadership Conference and you had a whole speech prepared on why schools for outcasts should be supported more. But it would be hard presenting that speech with some broken bones.

Thankfully, you didn't fall down. You felt arms around you, right before you would have hit the ground. The arms held you and lifted you back to your feet.

"Thank you very much, I real-" you didn't go on, because at that moment you realised who stood in front of you.

"Larissa?" You looked up to her, she looked exactly the same. Her signature red lipstick, the silver hair up in a beautiful hairdo and eyes blue like the ocean.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?"

"Well I could ask you the same thing, I'm a politician. Focus on educational matters. Just how I always wanted it to be." You smirked, proud of what you had achieved.

"Well I'm the Principle of Nevermore Academy. The school for outcasts that I went to. And I am here to represent us in the educational system." You just wanted to tell her that you had a speech for that matter exactly, but you were interrupted by someone telling you two to please get in as the conference was about to start. So you went in and sat down together.

After a few hours the topic came to outcasts and the man leading the conference, bid you to the front. Larissa's eyes widened as she realised what your speech would be about.

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

First of all, I want to start by saying: thank you. Thank you for giving me the honour of talking in front of you today. Education is a matter that has always been important to me, but the education of outcasts is particularly close to my heart. And before you wonder, No, I'm not an outcast. But that doesn't mean, that I can't support them and their rights.

I believe that the way Outcasts are treated is outrageous. Just the name Outcasts is a scandal as itself. It tempts us to believe that a life together, all as one, isn't possible. That, under all circumstances, we should live like two different species. Romantic connections between them and "Normies", as we are being called, are frowned-upon. And I can't help myself, thinking back to the LGBTQ+ rights movement. Haven't we learned anything from that?

These people are born like this, it's what they are. And they need to receive proper education. It is unbelievable that the politics like to completely overlook this. And in addition to that I believe, that everyone should be educated on this matter. Because, you won't believe me Ladies and Gentlemen, but Outcasts aren't as rare as you might think. And to ensure a safe, and tolerant life together, education is essential.

Your speech went on for a little longer and as you sat down next to Larissa again you saw that she couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the conference.

"Would you like to grab a drink afterwards?" Larissa slid a piece of paper over to you. In neat handwriting you wrote: "I'd like that, very much."

So after the conference, Larissa and you left together. You showed her a little, quiet bar just around the corner.

"I- What you said in there, your speech. It really moved me." Larissa looked at you, close to tears.

"The kids, my students, they mean everything to me. And it makes me so incredibly angry that we are so overlooked by the politics. It's nice to see a Normie care so much." You put your hand on hers and smiled lovingly at her.

The evening felt like a haze, you talked for hours. Catching up on everything that happened, but with every second that you looked at Larissa, with every word she said, you came to realise that you were in love with this woman. And in fact you had been for nearly twenty years. This wasn't the slight crush you remembered, you loved her. There was no denying it. And suddenly your whole life made sense. You understood why you had never been able to really settle down with someone, to really feel pure and deep love for anyone.

This time though, you didn't cut contact with Larissa. After the conference she went back to Vermont and you kept in touch. Regularly you chatted and Larissa invited you to come visit Nevermore for Spring Break. You could have also come in-between holidays, but Larissa told you she wanted to have time for you. If the students were there that wouldn't be the case. Still you decided to stay longer than spring break, you were eager to meet some students and maybe even talk to them.

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You arrived at the train station in Jericho as it was already dark. The station was rather empty except for a few people who left the train together with you. It was easy to find Larissa. She was tall and there weren't a lot of people to block your vision.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw her. You wanted to run to her, embrace and kiss her. You had missed her so much. But you knew how inappropriate that was, so you settled for a slight welcome hug. She guided you to her car, and you drove to the Academy.

It had something peaceful and calming to it, sitting in the car embraced by darkness. Looking at Larissa, face nearly unrecognisable but beautiful in the mild light of the street lamps. You could have kept driving on and on for hours. Just the two of you.

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The first few days, Larissa showed you around the school and Jericho. It was a flight spending so much time with her, but you weren't just her for fun.

You had brought some files and documents on the campaign about additional support for outcasts and their education. You really wanted Larissa's opinion and help on them.

So for the next week, the two of you spend a lot of time in the library and in Larissa's office. Hoovering over tons of books and files, researching the history and evolution of outcasts and how they were perceived in society. You definitely bonded even more over the work and Larissa found herself enchanted by you. Your dedication to the matter made her heart swell and moved her immensely. She fell for you, deeply. And even though she hadn't planed on sharing that with you, life sometimes makes different decisions.

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It was late already but the two of you were still in the library, quietly sitting next to each other reading through some books. Larissa turned around in her chair a little, bumping her long leg against yours. Fast she put a hand onto your thigh, right where her knee had hit you.

"I'm sorry, love." The pet names were as normal for her as breathing and still the made your heart stop every time. You grabbed her hand, looking up at her.

"No worries!" You wanted to go back to your book, but she didn't let go of your hand and as you looked up you realised she was staring at you.

"What's wrong?" And before she could think about it, it had slipped out.

"I think I love you." She threw her hand onto her mouth, as if that would get the words back inside. Her eyes widened in regret. Slowly you put the book from your lap onto the table and got closer to her.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I shouldn't have said that." You gently took her hand in yours, trying to calm her.

"Why, I think it's wonderful." She looked confused, rejection was what she had expected. Not acceptance, and most of all she didn't expect you to return the feelings.

"Well, I've had a crush on you since college. Even though I've realised as I met you again, it was so much more than a crush. I love you, Larissa." Larissa looked extremely cute when speechless, her cheeks were burning red, and you felt goosebumps on her skin as you leant in for a kiss.

Maybe leaving hadn't been easy twenty years ago. But if it leads to this, you would always do it again.

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wlw #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednsday addams #principle weems

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dimepdf · 2 years

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NEED MORE EMOBOY EDDIE HEADCANNONS CAUSE OH MY LORF

𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘. + 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. he may not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches.

pairing. eddie munson x reader

word count. emo boy - ayesha erotica 🎶

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, emo!eddie, fluff, crying kink, pegging, mommy issues, biting, lmk if i need to add more | — emo boy part one, don't forget to reblog 🤍

emo boyfriend eddie who is covered head to toe with patchwork tattoos of random shit like fantasy creatures, your favorite cartoon characters, and song art from his favorite rock bands.

emo boyfriend eddie who constantly requests that you change the balls in his piercing because his fingers are too shaky and sore from playing bass all day.

emo boyfriend eddie who will take ten more minutes longer than you to get dressed because of all of his accessories and jewelry that he wears, even if you’re just going to one place.

emo boyfriend eddie who will make your little cousins cry by convincing them that he’s actually a real-life dragon/demon.

emo boyfriend eddie who will literally bribe you with kisses just to get you to watch his favorite horror movie with him.

emo boyfriend eddie who tries to comfort you whenever you cry and is sad, but ends up crying with you instead.

emo boyfriend eddie who apologizes for literally everything. Even when you’re not mad, he thinks he did something to annoy you anyway.

emo boyfriend eddie who will say the most bleak and blunt response to your question before he can catch himself.

emo boyfriend eddie quizzes you on rock songs and artists every morning when he picks you up for school and only unlocks the door when you answer correctly.

emo boyfriend eddie who spends his entire weekend explaining that DND is only for you still not to get it.

emo boyfriend eddie who wears your crop tops because he claims to look better in them.

emo boyfriend eddie who is very much into you doing your makeup just so he can see your mascara and eyeliner run down your face while he’s fucking you.

emo boyfriend eddie who’s favorite place to have sex is on his floor because you refuse to lie on his bed without sheets.

emo boyfriend eddie who gets turned on whenever you are stern with him because of his mommy issues.

emo boyfriend eddie who whimpers and moans like a pathetic pornstar whenever you’re on top.

emo boyfriend eddie who says he’s not into anything kinky but literally dreams about you tying him up and pegging him till all he can say is your name.

emo boyfriend eddie who will literally become the most petty bitch ever if you don’t give him aftercare.

emo boyfriend eddie who acts all annoyed when you call a pet name in public but will literally melt if you call him one in bed.

emo boyfriend eddie who will cum so quickly if you bite him.

emo boyfriend eddie who will get a dick piercing only if you get your nipples pierced with him.

emo boyfriend eddie who will expect you to pull his hair during sex.

emo boyfriend eddie who's dick is too big for him to know what to do with it.

#[ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ★ — t.wrks. ]#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things

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taocc-updates · 2 days

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The Fruit of the Spirit is Not A Lemonade - Character Post

Name: Lemonade Gender: Male, He/Him Species: Fae, Human Origin Titles: Moderator (Antiquity), Artificer. Powers: Control of nature, shapeshifting Skills and other notes: Deaf in one ear, doesn’t like people knowing details about him. “Lemonade” is not his real name. Good at singing, cooking, and potion-making. Something of a polymath, but hates math. Friends: Neb, Minimi, Void(?), Cardlan, Kade Partner: Dark Ex: Reverie Mod: @the-moth-from-elsewhere Art Credit: Elsewhere

Name: Neb Gender: Non-binary (They/them) Species: Liminal Being, Human Origin Titles: None Powers: Eldritch horror stuff, unspecified Skills and other notes: Can use antennae to sense air vibrations. Can no-clip. Lives in the liminal spaces. Being chased around by a weird “entity”. Friends: Cardlan, Lemonade, Alpenglow(?) Enemies: “The Entity” “It’s complicated”: Kopi Mod: @mod-autumn Art Credit: Autumn

Name: Cardlan Gender: Female (She/her) Species: Card Lady, AI Titles: The Card Lady, Moderator AI (Solitaire) Powers: The cards do various magical things. She has similar reality-warping powers to Caine. Skills and other notes: Very egotistical. Her sexuality is listed as “the mirror.” Very good at DDR. Friends: Lemonade, Neb Incredibly one sided rivalry: Kade Mod: @feiar (formerly @/modjoof / @/joofie404) Art credit: @/joofie404

Name: “Dark” Gender: Female (she/her) Species: Ink Being, AI Titles: None Powers: powerful, but these powers are mostly unspecified other than minor shapeshifting, levitation, and summoning pastries. Skills and other notes: Good at singing. Very clingy. Wracked with guilt from some event in her past. Partner: Lemonade Brother: Void Mod: @blepxiee Art credit: @/blepxiee

Name: “Void” Gender: Unspecified (he/any) Species: Ink being, AI Titles: None Powers: Same as Dark. Skills and other notes: Good with makeup, flamboyant. Holds a grudge against his sister. His real name is (presumed to be) Oliver. Friends: Neb, Lemonade Sister: Dark Mod: @/blepxiee

Name: Minimi Gender: Female(?) (she/they) Species: Mime(?), Human Origin Titles: None Powers: Unknown, minor telepathy Skills and other notes: A very minor character, but has a lot of lore. Spent a long time abstracted in the cellar. Friends: Lemonade “It’s complicated”: Cardlan Mod: @modjoof (subject to change in the near future) Art credit: Joofie, Elsewhere (respectively)

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Name: Lady Reverie Gender: Female (she/her) Species: Fae, Human Origin Titles: Moderator (Antiquity), Guidance Anon Powers: Control of nature, shapeshifting, skilled at lie detection, otherwise unspecified. Skills and other notes: Mostly amnesiac, constant nightmares, Has been almost everywhere in the digital worlds. Loves to ramble. Her favorite food is peaches. Partner: Sophronius Enemies: Acacius Mod: Elsewhere Art Credit: Elsewhere

Name: Sophronius Gender: Male (he/him) Species: Centaur, Embodiment of Reason, AI Titles: Voice of Reason, Reason anon, Certified Gentleman (TM) Powers: Omnipresence, telepathy, more but unspecified. Skills and other notes: Impeccable manners, likes peaches and macarons, just a bit socially inept Partner: Reverie Friends: Mix, Silhouette(?) Enemies: Acacius Mod: @fields-of-lilies-are-pretty Art credit: Lily, Blepxiee

Name: Acacius Gender: Male (i think?) Species: Embodiment of Irrationality Titles: Voice of Ignorance Powers: Possession, constant shapeshifting, being the freaking worst Skills and other notes: Has no consistent physical form. Likes to be a crow. Certified biscuit. Enemies: Sophro, everyone Mod: Lily Art credit: Lily

#the moth speaks #The lore post saga #The lore post saga - characters #The fruit of the spirit is not a lemonade #One down. A billion to go.

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burritoreviewsstuff · 9 months

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So I watched Oppenheimer

Disclaimer: I am writing this review and analysis as an independent critic and am not sponsored in any means by any major film corporation.

Never before have I expected a biopic turn into a psychological horror film in its third act. There were no winners in this movie and it was overall dramatized to distinguish fact from fiction.

Not gonna lie, I hardly knew anything about the details of the Manhattan Project or who Oppenheimer even was before watching this. Probably because they never taught us this part of history or I just forgot.

I’ve been doing some research over the past couple of hours since watching the film. That is, I watched ‘The Day After Trinity’ and read through some Wikipedia articles. This movie is so beautifully that I refused to believe that a good chunk of it was based on real history because of how the story was told to make it look like we should feel sorry for what Oppie went through (YES I REALIZED THAT THEY NAMED THE MARS ROVER AFTER THIS GUY HALFWAY THROUGH THE FILM. SUE ME). I don’t feel empathetic for what these scientists did. They wanted to play God and played God they did.

From what I could find, mostly everything in the film DID happen to some extent. The only thing that stuck out to me (plot-wise) is Oppie’s relationship with Niels Bohr not being as structured in the film as it was in real life. I think they meant to Max Born at the beginning of the film, but it is true that Bohr did eventually ended up working on the Manhattan Project (though the movie tells us that Bohr left Los Alamos fairly quickly after his escape from Copenhagen). The other being that they left out the feeling at Los Alamos during the scene before the realization of sheer horror of what they had done should have been ‘thank god it wasn’t a dud’ - actual testimony from Frank Oppenheimer.

Other than that, from what testimonies I heard and what I have read, a LOT of the movie is fairly accurate to how events played out over a period of time between the 1920’s all the way up to 1958 during Lewis Strauss’s Secretary of Commerce hearing. Even small details like Oppie’s hat and even most of the actors looking nearly identical to their real-life counterparts during the time the movie happened was really well done.

I give a standing ovation to the costume and makeup departments and artists who worked on this film because if Einstein’s look was all done by hand with no CGI involved, I would have thought the man himself rose from his grave just to star in this film.

And all the actors did a fantastic job playing their roles. Gillian Murphy as Oppenheimer was fantastic and brought a sense of humanity to the role. Robert Downey Jr had me do a double take because this is one of his first movies post-MCU (I initially thought it was his first but then I completely forgot that trash fire of a movie that was Dolittle that my mother and I went to see and I’m glad after three years I have forgotten about that dumpster fire) and is it very refreshing to see what he is capable of now that he doesn’t have to be Tony Stark 24/7 since he is free from the reigns of Disney. It was seriously satisfying for him to be able to drop the F-Bomb. The quipiness of his acting is subdued in this film, but Stark left some scars on the way he acts and it still kind of peeks through during certain scenes. Also, to finally have him be in a more villainous role was a good change up for his acting career (if this movie had a true villain, it would be Strauss since he resented Oppenheimer IRL, not sure if it was simply because of berating during a hearing about isotopes, but he hated the man’a guts to slander him as a Commie due to the people he associated with and his “left-wing views”).

Another thing that I did not understand is why did the hearing scene have to be in black and white while the rest of the scenes were in color. And I want to know why people kept putting marbles into those jars.

I can’t complain too much, because as jam-packed this story already is at 3 hours, if every little detail was put on the screen, Oppenheimer would have longer than the Director’s Cut of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. And I know Critikal said that this movie flew by despite its run time, but I disagree. It was very fast paced until the climax of the movie, that being the bomb drop. It was there that the movie started to crawl a bit because it is here that the results of both hearings (the one taking place in 1954 and the other in 1958) are coming to a close and they are trying to squeeze in any remaining characters that are relevant to the plot their final time to shine before the movie ends.

Overall, this movie is a solid 8.5/10.

#oppenheimer

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krystal-prisms · 2 years

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Here we are lads, new post in my Dracula binge adventure. I'm on post number 3 and adaptation number fuck if I know. A lot.

So this one is Dracula 3000 (2004). Presumably different than Dracula 2000. Hopefully better, but we'll have to see.

This is set in the future, in space, which is a vibe. Right out of the gate I'm giving it not a lot on accuracy so we're going based purely on vibes, which are as we've gone on, the rating system that I have developed.

We've got Abraham van Helsing, captain. Arthur Holmwood, "The Professor" who is apparently not that smart, Mina Murray, the navigator, who is also apparently not good at her job. These are all the original characters. This is gonna be a wild ride.

Point for acknowledging that Arthur exists. I think they actually meant to make him Seward though.

I will say that it's interesting how they did the Demeter and are setting up the conflict, with the Demeter being an abandoned space ship and the main characters having to investigate it. The corpse is cool too how they tied it to the book. The hair is way way too long though.

I am obsessed with the effects and the filming of this, the angles and transitions are everything.

I'm getting real Among Us vibes from this. There sure as hell is an imposter here.

Obsessed with the fact that the ship is Space Communist. Also that Transylvania is an entire planet of vampires and that Dracula is the last one cause the planet is dead. Like no shit, a planet of fully vampires is not sustainable, there's no food source.

I admire the crew's dedication to guns, even after multiple demonstrations that it is completely ineffective.

How and why on earth did Vampire Mina get makeup where 1) they are in the middle of space on a 50 year old ship in the middle of deep space 2) why would her priority to be put on makeup and lie in a coffin instead of going to go eat the rest of the crew and 3) why didn't the dudes get a makeover.

I do appreciate how they made van Helsing descended from famous vampire hunters, and all bad ass I'm gonna kill these fuckers and then immediately get his ass handed to him by Dracula and turned into a vampire, and then immediately staked. He was giving Last Guy In A Horror Movie energy but nope, not today. Lol.

Point(?) for managing to to make every single character so profoundly and fundamentally unlikable in completely different ways. Like, everyone here sucks ass so hard, it's hilarious.

Also, in this scenario there's no downside for just. Letting Dracula suck your blood. Like, you don't Die die, you just turn into a vampire and become slightly more feral. Like, it's either turn into a vampire or be stuck on a ship being hunted, just cut your losses, man.

Ok no but that ending, I'm in love with it. Most of the crew was a vampire, then stabbed. Dracula got his arm cut off in a door. The only surviving guy left and the badass girlboss who was actually a government sent robot but before that was a pleasure bot leave to go fuck. There's a recording of the former captain of the Demeter from 50 years ago says he has to sacrifice himself and the ship. 50 years in the future I guess. The ship blows up. The end. Perfect. Classic. Beautiful ending. No complaints.

So overall, for accuracy it's like, in the negatives. None to speak of. However, in terms of vibes, despite all the characters being completely and utterly loathsome, I did like it. It wasn't supposed to be funny, but it sure as hell was. 7.5/10 it wasn't good, but it sure was a good time.

#my bs #dracula #dracula daily #dracula 3000

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theold-ultraviolence · 2 years

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Okay I'm requesting for the spooky ficlet-fest! So fun!

Main character - Eddie Munson (ofc)

Halloween Icons/Staples - Haunted House (okay no lie got chased by michael myers last year - lmk if you want the full story :))

Horror Movie - Killer clowns from outer space! (this movie is so fun!)

Em!! this prompt is the freaking best! I was hoping someone would come through with a Killer Klowns prompt for Eddie because that movie is so cursed and I love it (and he'd love it). Thank you so much for participating in the spooky fest, and I hope you'll enjoy this scary treat!! 👻

Spooky ficlet fest masterlist

Killer Klowns 🤡 Eddie Munson x gn!reader

“Uhhh…Babe? I don’t think we’re at the right location?”

You utter nervously as you stare into the enormous circus tent that’s been set in the middle of the pumpkin patch.

It looks as though it’s out of this world, with its gargantuan size and fluorescent colors against the ink black sky, cutting into the surroundings, that remain eerily calm.

You can’t even hear the crickets – not even a rustling in the wind.

“Yeah babe, this is supposed to be it,” Eddie assures you as he double-checks the flyer he’s holding in one gloved hand, frowning at the lack of people around.

Because you always followed Eddie’s crazy-ass ideas, despite your reluctance, this halloween you’d signed up to be a scare actor in the local haunted trails, and to your bad luck, you’d been assigned to the clown themed haunted house.

The two of you look ridiculous in your oversized clown suits and make-up, and even more so now, standing amidst the darkness and the unnerving silence. You’d started to think that maybe this had all been a prank from Jason and the basketball team.

“Maybe we should just step inside and check? Maybe they’re waiting for us there…” Eddie poses nervously.

“Eddie, we're super late already and there’s no one out here. I can’t even hear anything from inside.”

“Alright let’s just check – let’s just take a quick peek inside and if no one’s there we’ll head home, make some popcorn and put on a scary movie like the lord intended kids do on halloween night.”

You snort despite the uneasiness and follow Eddie inside the circus tent.

Where it’s just as freakishly still, instantly enveloped in warped colors and unending tunnels – making you hold on to the puffy sleeve of Eddie’s clown suit as you explore the area, hoping to find a clerk, or a visitor, or a familiar face…anything.

But there’s only silence, in a place that seems to stretch on and on, through different corridors and levels, panels and strange blobs hanging from the walls that upon closer look, you realize they’re just large bags of cotton candy, hooked on railings from the ceiling.

“I don’t believe in UFOs…” you say as you eye the pink globs wearily, “but if they were real, I feel like we’re trapped in one right now! Let’s just go Eddie!” you urge in whispers.

You realize Eddie’s gaze is hyper focusing on one of the cotton candy bags, poking it with trepidation and yelping, “is that a - is that a real guy trapped in there!? HOLY SHIT, LET’S GO, BABE!”

Just when you turn around you’re met with a hulking clown with a deformed face, with creaked makeup and lifeless eyes.

The last thing you remember is Eddie stammering, “Hey man! – w-w-e were here for the haunt gig but we just remembered we had other shit to do so we’re just gonna go now –”

— The clown emitted a cackling growl and lifted up a pink blaster aimed right at you, before everything turned black…

….and then pink and grainy, as if you were seeing from underneath a mesh of cotton candy...

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #gender neutral reader #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn #spooky ficlet fest #my writing

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Marlene grabbed Mary's hand and pulled her downstairs, "Come on! I need to drink and dance!"

The two ran downstairs; Marlene dressed as Columbia, and Mary dressed as McGonagall.

Lily was still getting ready in the dorms, finishing her makeup as a zombie princess leia, when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

James entered the dorm, dressed as nearly headless nick, and jumped onto Marlene's bed.

He looked up at the Suzie Quatro poster that was placed just above the bed, "She's a bit obsessed with her."

Lily turned around, "I think she plays her so much, I've memorised every single song by now... you look nice."

James grinned and sat up, "Do you find Sir Nicholas attractive, Evans?"

She laughed and turned back around, "Only when you dress up as him."

"Your makeup looks amazing compared to Remus', he barely looks like a zombie."

Lily huffed and shook her head, "I told him to come here so we could help him out, but he refused saying he could do it himself."

James shook his head with a grin, starting to come over, "He certainly can't."

"Have you seen Mary yet? You'll love her costume so mu-"

Lily's words were cut off as James reached over to kiss her.

The door opened again and Peter groaned in the doorway.

"They're in here!", He shouted before walking further into the room and sitting on Mary's bed.

Sirius' head peered around the doorframe and he grinned as he looked inside, "Evans! Who do you think makes a hotter Sir Nick, Peter or James? Don't let the fact you're dating James persuade you to lie. Because you know the true hotter Sir Nick."

Sirius blatantly pointed at Peter and mouthed to Lily 'it's Pete."

Lily looked at both Peter and James befofe squinting her eyes and declaring, "no comment."

"Booo!" Sirius shouted.

At that, Mary and Remus walked in.

Mary collapsed onto her bed next to Peter, "Marlene's gushing over Dorcas' Magenta costume... she's going to be a while."

"Mary. Mary. Is that what I think it is?" James asked, excitedly.

She grinned and got up to spin, "It is indeed."

Sirius and James both ran over to her.

"Can you give people detentions? Give James a detention!"

"No, give them one! For being a massive prat!"

"Thought that was meant to be you!"

Remus sat down next to Lily, "How? How the fuck did you make yourself look like that?"

Remus was dressed at Luke Skywalker but with a grey painted face and badly painted red circles under his eyes.

Lily laughed, "Talent, which you do not possess, young Skywalker."

"Fuck off!"

She laughed harder and laid her head on Remus' shoulder. Looking at Remus and herself in the mirror, with her friends fighting and messing around in the background.

"I fucking love Halloween."

Remus snorted, "I know, Lils."

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Lily planned to send photos of Hari, dressed up in his little pumpkin onesie, to all her still alive friends and mentors. He looked adorable.

Lily planned to watch whatever horror film was on tv as soon as Hari fell asleep, curled up with an absolutely terrified James that still thought everything on tv was real.

Lily planned to store the remains of their pumpkin in a tupperware tub for James to make food with the next morning.

Lily planned to send a pile of sweets with her next letters to everyone. Homemade. They were already made and in little bags, ready to be given out.

Lily planned. For things that never came. And her joy for Halloween was clouded by death.

#she loved scaring james on Halloween and making him scream. but the scream she heard that night froze her in terror #halloween was an escape from horror in the world to a place of fantasy horror where nothing bad truly happened. it was only entertainment #until halloween '81 turned the joy of faux horror into something real and eternal #marauders era #marauders #lily evans #jily #james potter #halloween '81 #marauders angst #jily angst #marauders halloween #i wrote this while im very sick so ole excuse any mistakes or bad writing

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honoringthehorrific · 2 years

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I watched Orphan: First Kill and heres what i thought…

Spoilers under the cut 💕

God can I just say i loved this movie? What a fucking prequel! I went to a theater in a whole other city to see it and let me say it did not disappoint. The movie sets itself in 2007 and while there are some drawbacks i have with this later on, for now i think the timeline tracks. Sarne institute gets a deeper look as they introduce a woman coming for art therapy. I personally think Sarne got a killer update in terms of looks (obviously in the first we only see them briefly) we see how the facility handles Leena (soon to be Esther) and her attempts to escape or be violent. We see that Leena hates being regarded as a child, in-fact so much so that she would kill over it. To be honest I love Leena’s blood lust and will to survive. One of my favorite kills of the movie was her bashing the perverted guard’s head into a splatter on the wall.

In terms of effects i think first kill out did itself. While it is obvious the actress aged its really easy (for me at least) to over look especially with the mastery of camera angles and special shoes aiding in keeping the illusion. I also have seen people explain it away as Leena is not as good at makeup in this earlier timeline as she was when she met the Colemans. Visually the kills are great and the effects on honestly everything look peachy! I can say with my whole chest that i don’t think there was a kill the whole movie i looked at and said “that looks lame” even if theres potentially CG (I’m not certain) its not outright noticeable at first watch for someone like me who is an avid disliker of CG fx in horror (practical all the way baby!)

I have rooted for Esther this entire time, from the first movie to the first kill. Something in me wants this woman to win. We see it more sort of in this one. It does numbers for her. We see that she really is just a grown woman almost trapped in this body and act. She wants a normal life, she wants romance, and possibly even a family of her own but it is thrown in her face repeatedly that this will never happen. Especially by the (in my opinion) true antagonists of the movie. While it is disturbing and unnerving to see what is visually a little girl chasing after older men again and again its also sort of tragic. Even with all shes done to preserve herself and her existence Leena will never be her own adult…

Which brings me to the antagonists of this movie. If Leena isn’t the bad guy then who the hell is?! The Albright family…well not the entire family. This psycho mother and her Norman Bates vibes of a son are the plot twist of the movie. See this mother knew Leena was a fraud the entire time, but how could she know that? Mother’s intuition? Does Leena look too different? No my friends its because her son killed the real Esther, and instead of turning him into the police, she helped him hide the body because she would rather lose one baby to murder than two to murder and prison. Meanwhile the only person in this family i feel bad for is the dad. He loved his daughter so much and you can tell. Getting to do art with Leena is big for him, and his bond with our Esther is what saves her skin when it comes to getting outed.

Throughout the movie we see Leena fall in love with the paternal figure and while we know its doomed from the start (not just because he sees her as his missing daughter but we know theres a whole other movie following this) Its sad to see how the mother teases Leena and holds it over her head that its her husband and that Leena will never have a husband. Its also sad that when the abuse from the mother and the son begin, the father is the only one she can run to and he goes out of town part way through the abuse.

The abuse makes the kills all the more satisfying, and I cant lie I got a little rowdy in my chair when it came to cheering Esther on. I have a few qualms with the movie, like why the mother had an iphone (im aware they released 2007 and this is a wealthy family but it felt a bit jarring for something set to 2007) i am mildly upset with how certain parts were touched once and never again. For instance Leena finds Esther’s diary and instead of using it to her advantage uses it to call the mother mommy instead.

However I loved the call backs we did get. We get Esther storing photos in her decaying bible from sarne, we get her false teeth being more of a prominent thing (it being what blows her cover to Allen at the end. They also get knocked out a few times. We hear her listening to a song that she sings in the next movie to John Coleman during the seduction scene, and we find out where Esther learned to paint with black light.

Over All

I adored this movie. It made me want more, I love Leena and I love rooting for her. Im still a firm believer that horror movies can bring characters back from the dead any time they’d like, and i think it would be fun and interesting to see Esther’s story continue or see more of her origins and what landed her in sarne.

Either way this is a killer good watch and while not all too scary in my opinion. The kills and the character development is worth it alone

#not an aesthetic #reanimated reccomendations #regurgitated reviews #orphan: first kill (2022)#orphan: first kill #orphan

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taz-writes · 8 months

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today’s silly joke: how does the squad react to visiting a haunted house?

sayara is normal in a haunted house, she’s not too easily scared, but she does startle easily enough. she doesn’t particularly like being jumpscared so she would not seek the experience out... it makes her jittery and not really in a fun way. after book 3 or so she develops a “punch it if it scares me” reflex, but she CAN separate haunted house from reality, so she’s fine to go with friends. just doesn’t see the appeal. she’d get a giggle out of WORKING at a haunted house, though.

violet is banned from every haunted house in the nation because she brainpains the actors and/or has uncontrollable flashbacks. frankly vi would benefit a lot from a service animal to help with those reflexes, shame those aren’t really a thing in feilan (yet)

aelia is chill in haunted houses but annoying because she won’t take them seriously and mostly just laughs at everything. lmao you thought THAT was a good costume? your paint is peeling! hahahahaha! she constantly tries to get sayara to go with her and sayara’s like “eh i don’t get the point and also don’t like intentionally scaring myself” and elli’s like “but you don’t have to be scared when i’m with you~ and also you’re not getting it, the point is to make FUN of it”

lavender is genuinely scared if you have good enough makeup. lavender is banned from haunted houses because when she thinks her life is under threat she goes for the jugular. sometimes it’s easy to forget that she’s just as emotionally fucked up as violet, just quieter about it.

kyrina would be the perfect target audience for a haunted house, she gets it in spirit AND is pretty easily scared by dumb shit. AND she gets over it quickly, so once the experience is over she can shrug and go “haha that was fun! adrenaline!” and never thinks about it again. girl really lives in the moment! but unfortunately her magical control is lacking, so she has a tendency to accidentally zap and/or set people on fire when startled, and That’s Not Great… so she’s not really invited to haunted houses (despite badly wanting to go) until she’s a fair bit more mature than she is in book 1.

dusk goes to a haunted house, acts like she’s totally unflappable, “i don’t give a shit your performance is mediocre,” sells her apathy flawlessly, tells everyone around her (except kyrina) that they’re cowards for falling for such obvious deception… then goes home and does not sleep for a week because she��s 100% full of shit and is actually deeply unsettled. the next time you ask her to go, she makes up a lie about how busy she is, and then invents an entire structure to turn it into truth and get away with it.

amalie thinks haunted houses are rad as fuck and she and elli team up constantly to drag sayara along against her will. amalie’s seen a lot of scary shit in her real life, so fake gory makeup doesn’t impress her much, and she gets a kick out of the artistry of it. she has little rituals she does to keep the scary from working. she knows all the deep lore. on earth, 10/10 is that one friend who has memorized all the saw movie lore and has hot takes about it. this is actually something she sort of grows out of, though… over time horror stuff starts to make her more uncomfortable, and as an adult she really isn’t that into it anymore. there’s reasons at play, don’t worry about it.

#taz talks #feilan #i am trying to make myself think about my gals again

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nightmarefuele · 7 months

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💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty {{His Highness}}

Guilt?

❝Me?❞ Looking over one shoulder and then the other. Pretending there's a whole mob of goons there at his behest — woe, save your Clown Prince from the horrors of a bleak question !

(Nobody there.)

❝Well. I suh-pose. . . .❞ Looking, now, vaguely despondent; a sigh even goes so far as to tickle the dry bar breeze, if only to pep-up the stale premises. Here's where the real theatrics poke their dead heads. ❝Mayyy-be . . . there wAs this one time. An ice cream truck. . . . One'a those sing-song street-stops, and this one, well, she happened to frequent the neighborhood of my schoolboy days.❞

There's this redhead kid — well, he's a giant over little Joker, a ❛senior superior❜ in all so-ci-etal ❛sense.❜ So Ginger's got that chip on his shoulder he thinks is really just extra muscle, extra bite. Bite like the neighborhood dogs he hits, kicks, slams (big, small, mutts and all) 'cause he fancies himself this scary character. Maybe to pooches and wildlife he is. When he shuffles out half-toppled swirly cones, these real slushy affairs, he gives 'em with ugly side-grins (which work, somehow) at all the pretties and twice-ugly scowls at the littles; the pre-highs, the six years, the sevens, the eights. Behind their backs he calls the eights ❛reverse rates.❜

Ha-ha. (haha..heh.)

So when the little joke shows his face its all funnies and hoo-has (and not even wearing the makeup), the dustbunny of a senior football player with his jammies up in a twist over some-thing the Joker said, because apparently it's a crime to lay it out straight with a person and tell him his mommy's got lousy tongue work. ❛Man-to-man❜ or so they say, 'cause the next time Ginger comes a-rolling out in his diesel-powered milker it's Joker's house in his sights. He shimmies right out of that skinny door and keeps on going 'til he gets up to the . . .

❝. . . you know, house. Address. Place of re-si-dence. Where?❞ The top half of the clown's face inclines all that much higher. Forehead ghost-sheet white as ever — in fact it appears miles fresher than before. Coming from within, the red-and-black flairs glow. No room to picture a king; The Joker's got his spot.

Tricked out in that fine purple coat, good as signature, he looks royal as any of those British mugs.

So, ❝Not important,❞ naturally. Good as law, clown's word goes. ❝Who knows-ah, what kinda mail's been stuffin' up the box. Oh!, hmm,❞ animal's low growling, shark with painted teeth, ❝on thaat note. . . .❞

. . . where little Joker wasn't. See, he might go off to join the proverbial circus, but he was no jester and certainly not for prima-jock courts. By then he was already out with Gingerbread's ❛Nancy,❜ his sweet-sss, his ❛sugar.❜ And did I say our good boy's without his facepaint? I lie-d. 'Cause Nancy says she likes it, likes it a whole lot — and she's all too young for that Big Red anyway, so she doesn't mind (and he doesn't mind, the little joke) walking out on him, good and gone.

So that's when it happens, somehow; because nobody's home, little boy Joker's momma not around, and his father, well. . . . And so Ginger just busts on through, but he's forgotten not all dogs are little, and not all big dogs are mutts and poodles. This one'sa rottwei-ler, a whole tank for a breed, and plenty canon in that slavering maw.

(Did I mention the little joke for-got to feed him his evening chew?)

❝. . . Ended up replacing the poor fish. That ice cream scoop received a-uhh, a postal recommendation. I always did wonder if that's how it feeells — watching that sweet stuff melt.❞

He's looking over at her now, at Beth, and does she know what he's talking about? Unclear, of course, to which he refers: the fee-ling, strictly speaking, or the froyo itself. (Doesn't froyo deserve our empathy?)

A hum pinches at corner-mouth where scar serrates the divide between skin and slick. Pinches. Guilt-yy. Pinchy, gooey . . . thing. Lukewarm jello. Sorta . . . unsettled. Left out.

❝But you, here . . .❞ Makes a little clicking, tongue-and-teeth. King's coat a little less vivid now — darker colors, his curiosity. ❝You got something on yer mind-ah.❞

#brooklynislandgirl #{ THIS IS THE MOST FUN I'VE HAD WRITING EVER ??? WHAT ?!!?!1/ }#{ i am reborn <3 thanks to your lovely mind and its lovely ask ideas <3<3 }#|| ᴅɪᴇꜱᴇʟ ꜰᴜᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴍᴍᴏɴɪᴜᴍ ɴɪᴛʀᴀᴛᴇ #ᴠɪᴠᴀ ʟᴀ ᴄʟᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ #::𝕁ᴏᴋ𝓔ℝ #{ re. putting this in every joker tag because i love it and iT'sssss MY BLOg~ }#tw animal cruelty #tw mentions of abuse

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fallenasleepyetagain · 1 year

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Dating - Goth/Paperjam Fic

Prompt: “No, I’m not dating your brother.”

Prompt from: @yearoftheotpevent

Media: UTMV/Undertale AU’s

Genres: Human AU, fluff, getting into a relationship, awkward teenager fluff, just nerds being nerds, ship kids, basically an AU where I shove as many children into one multiverse as possible

Characters: Paperjam, Goth, Palette (mentioned), Radier (mentioned), Raven (mentioned), Shino (mentioned), Lux (mentioned), Reaper (mentioned), Goth (mentioned), Ink (mentioned), Error (mentioned), Blue (mentioned), Dream (mentioned)

CW/TW - Minor mentions of body horror

Notes: Paperjam uses they/them in this fic because I said so <3

Word Count: 2657

“You know, you’re kinda cruel Goth.”

The sentence came out of nowhere and Goth was startled by it. Who wouldn’t be? They had just been walking in a comfortable silence, not needing to talk. It was just nice to be with each other. The weather was nice too. It was early spring, not too cold, but not sweltering either. Plants were beginning to bloom and Goth thought it looked like a scene in a slice-of-life anime. Although he supposed that the person he was walking with disagreed with him. They hung out frequently, and both shared the same dry humor and Goth half wondered if what was said was a joke.

“W-What?” Goth sputtered with a light chuckle, unsure of what Paperjam had meant. Paperjam was always dry and cold, only ever showing their anger and annoyance. They smiled occasionally, usually when Goth made some sort of dark joke. So when Goth looked over to try and get a sense of what Paperjam was feeling, he got nothing. Their multi-colored eyes were looking away, taking in the scenery of the park the pair were walking in. Goth had to admit that he loved looking at Paperjam, they had such a spunky and unique style that just captivated the eyes. Today, their outfit was relatively simple, it being a little chilly and all. Goth liked it though, it made the eye-makeup they were wearing pop. Paperjam was cool, and Goth considered himself lucky to be their friend.

“You can be real cruel with the hearts of men, Goth.” They replied, as if that would help ease any of Goth’s confusion.

“What are you, um, talking about?” Goth swallowed hard before whispering, “Are you mad at me?”

“Mad at you?” Paperjam laughed, it was dry, although it was what Goth was used to, “Nah. Not really. I just think it’s funny. Especially how you’re blissfully unaware of what you’re doing.”

This was weird and Goth was very lost. The hearts of men? Surely Paperjam was talking about themself, but Goth wasn’t cruel with anyone’s heart! At least, not intentionally? He racked his brain, trying to find something, anything, that made this make sense. Of course, Paperjam’s face gave nothing away. Their expression could be considered stoic. Although Goth knew that they had a resting bitch face, if you will. Goth took relief in knowing that they weren’t mad at him, that was what he was mostly worried about.

“Unaware of what! PJ, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Honest.”

“I figured.” Paperjam shifted in their blue jacket, taking their hands out of their pockets to cross their arms. With that posture, they looked even more upset than before. Though, they did walk a bit faster than before. Goth had to quicken his own pace to catch up. If their face was in a scowl, then even Goth would be unable to tell. Their face was neutral. Or, as neutral as Paperjam could get. They were perpetually salty, much like both of their dads. “You couldn’t lie to save your life, Gothy.”

“Then could you tell me what’s up? I don’t mean to be cruel…” Goth hushed his voice to a whisper, hands fidgeting nervously. “Especially not to you!”

“It was kinda dickish of me to just say that huh?” Paperjam scoffed, a smile dancing their lips for a moment. “Sorry.” They scratched the back of their neck awkwardly, pulling their small ponytail over their shoulder and messing with it. They didn’t apologize often, and never to a select few people, and Goth felt a little special every time they did to him.

“I just mean that it's funny. I mean, with you dating my half-bro and all, and then spending basically all the time you have with me when you come over. You ‘oughta let him down easy.”

There was a beat and Goth had to stop entirely to comprehend what he just heard. Him? Dating someone? Since when?! Did he hear that correctly? Not to mention Paperjam though he was dating one of their half-brothers? Which one? They had like twelve! Almost immediately Goth’s mind went racing as to who Paperjam could be talking about. It was obviously someone on the Ink side, since they didn’t live in Nightmare’s castle, and Goth only ever visited the Star Squad house. Though that didn’t really cut down the list, only dropping Radier and Goth didn’t want to touch him with a ten foot pole. Much less accidently date him!

Goth gave it a few more moments of thought before gasping. There was only a limited number of people who fit the description that Paperjam gave and once Goth thought it through a bit more, it became obvious as to who Paperjam thought he was dating. And he also realized that Paperjam hadn’t stopped walking.

“H-Hey! Paperjam! Wait up!” Goth called out, jogging a little to catch up to Paperjam who had gotten surprisingly far?!

Of course, Paperjam didn’t stop moving. Although they did turn around, raising one of their eyebrows at him. They continued to walk backwards with a confidence that made Goth worry. He didn’t want them to run into a tree or some kind of foliage, or get hit by someone not paying attention while driving or riding their bike! Maybe Goth was just being a little overly anxious, it was really only them in the park.

“Jeez,” Goth huffed, catching up to Paperjam. “How do you walk so fast?”

“You’re such a dramatic Goth. I wasn’t even that far away from you.”

“I’m not dramatic! I think I’m pretty easy to get along with…”

“Oh, you totally are. But you’re also dramatic as hell. It makes you fun to talk to.”

Goth’s cheeks flushed, and he hid away in the red scarf around his neck. Paperjam turned, ponytail swinging as they did so, and the two were walking side to side once again. Their hands rested in their pockets and Goth took a second.

“Paperjam?”

“Yeah?”

“You realize I’m not dating anyone…right?”

“What? Of course you are.”

“No…um, I’m not dating your brother. Any brother of yours.”

With the most incredulous look on their face, Paperjam turned to him. “Really?”

“Yes!” Goth was exasperated, unsure of why they even thought that he was dating someone. “Did…Palette say something to you?”

Almost immediately, Paperjam went tense. Goth flinched slightly. They looked like Error when they did that. Although he’d never tell them that. They crossed their arms, an intense scowl crawling over their face. Palette. Ink’s golden boy and one of Paperjam’s half-brothers. He was a good kid, usually. And they were pissed that he had lied. Maybe he was jealous, but they didn’t care. They weren’t particularly interested in his thought process. They were interested in how they’d get back at him. Paperjam was the eldest in the Star Squad house, being second only to Lux, who was a year older than them. It was their responsibility to get back at their little brother’s when those hooligans did something stupid. Palette had sealed his fate.

“Yeah. He did.”

“What?! Why? That doesn’t sound like him.”

Paperjam’s body shifted as the two talked, relaxing, although not unfolding their arms. “He was probably jealous and lied to me because he’s a bitchless loser.”

“Jealous? Like, of us? Oh jeez, maybe I should talk to him…”

“Nah, no need. He’ll get over it.”

“Get over what?”

“You.”

“ME?!”

Everything that came out of Paperjam’s mouth continued to slam into Goth like a semi-truck. Admittedly, Goth struggled when it came to romantic intentions, so it was very possible that Palette had been showing signs of liking him that he didn’t pick up on.

“I think that I should definitely talk to him then! I hope he doesn’t think that I’ve been leading him on or something.”

“I don’t think he does, so don’t worry about it.” Paperjam paused for a second, choosing their words carefully, “Does that mean that you don’t like him back?”

“W-Well…I think Palette is nice and all. He’s a great friend, y’know?”

Paperjam rolled their eyes dramatically. Goth tried to pay no mind to it, it was just siblings being siblings. He knew that well enough, being the middle child out of three. Sometimes when they talked about Palette and their other siblings, it reminded him of when Raven talked about him and Shino to Blueprint. Though Raven was always nicer than Paperjam.

“But um, I don’t see him romantically?” Goth wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. He didn’t talk about his feelings very often, much less romantic feelings! He didn’t even talk about that to his siblings, and he told them just about everything. And Goth did not want to be asked the question that always came after admitting that he didn’t like a particular person. But, maybe, this time would be different! Paperjam was cool and like no one else Goth had ever met! Maybe they wouldn’t ask that dreaded question!

“Yeah no, I gathered that. I don’t see why anyone would see him romantically.” Goth’s heart swelled, this was going well. “Do you like anyone at the moment? Just curious.”

Curses!!!

Even Paperjam couldn’t not ask the question. It was just ingrained in people, he supposed.

Goth definitely did not want to answer that. He nearly choked on air when Paperjam asked. He put a fist up to his mouth, fake coughing into it. It didn’t seem to bother them though. They walked straight ahead, just waiting for Goth to answer.

“Um. Maybe?”

“Maybe?” Paperjam laughed, slowing down slightly so they and Goth were walking at the same pace. The pair walked a few spaces before they wrapped their hand around his shoulders and Goth’s face exploded, cheeks flushing. “We’re buddies, Goth. You can tell me.”

They were so close to him, his cheek basically touching theirs. He could see how their yellow, orange, and pink birthmarks shifted to the brown of their skin. And their mismatched, multicolored eyes, that were pink! He hadn’t realized how magenta their eyes really were until then. They just had so many features that he hadn’t seen before. Also their makeup was much shinier than he first thought! The pink eyeshadow on their eyelids had a slight shimmer to it.

“UM.”

“Goth. I’m not gonna like, make fun of you or something. Unless it’s someone I don’t like, then maybe I’ll be judgemental.” Paperjam laughed, and started walking again, arm still hanging around Goth’s shoulders.

“It’s uh, a secret?”

“Is it me?”

Truly, it was such a shame that Goth was so very, very, terrible at hiding anything on his face. He never told his feelings out loud, but his face was like an open book. Any surprise, anger, happiness, sadness, any feeling he felt was written across his face in the cleanest handwriting known to man. So when Paperjam asked that, despite the clear joking tone in their voice, his face gave it away. That is not how he wanted any of this to go! Oh god, what if Paperjam felt uncomfortable, or didn’t want to be friends anymore, or hated him or-?!

“You’re such a dork, Goth.”

“Huh?! “You’re a fucking loser!” Paperjam laughed, running their hand through Goth’s coily hair. It was as if they were giving him a gentle noogie. Did Paperjam give their brothers noogies? That sounded totally in character for them actually. “A lovesick nerd with very, very, poor taste in romantic interests. But that’s ok. ‘Cuz you’re cute.”

Was Goth hearing that right? Did Paperjam, someone who he had grown to be very close friends with, and gain a little bit of a crush on, call him cute? He was a little astonished, to be completely honest. Goth never thought that cute could be used as a descriptor for him. That was something you called cats or dogs, or bees! Someone could even call a house cute! But not Goth. He didn’t think so, anyway. He could try and change Paperjam’s mind about that but that would just be fruitless. He knew from experience that their mind was not easily changed. He liked that about them. Their conviction to their beliefs was something he admired.

“You…think I’m cute?” Goth asked, just to confirm what he had heard. He hid away in his scarf, pulling it over his nose.

“Yes, Goth. Jeez.” And there it was! The obligatory Paperjam eye roll. Goth saw it coming from a mile away.

The two walked some more, Paperjam’s arm still slung over his shoulders. He questioned for a moment how that was even possible. He was the only sibling in his family who actually inherited Reaper’s deathly touch. Anyone could tell by the holes in his hands, his dark skin sinking into it. It was…gross. It was the bone that was missing, but the muscle and skin was still there. He could touch his family of course, but outside of his home? No way! He had to be careful. And yet, Paperjam always made a point of gently nudging him or touching him briefly. Admittedly, Goth didn’t know a lot about their family. If being related to Ink or Error allowed someone to be immortal was something he wasn’t sure. That had to be the case! Since Paperjam wasn’t dead where they stood!

Once, they grabbed his hand and poked the skin in the center of his hand. It had startled him, since people tended to be freaked out by it. But they weren’t. In their own words, they had said that it was “fucking sick” with a grin on their face. They weren’t ever freaked out by him. Maybe that's why he liked them so much.

With his hand, he messed with his scarf. Still hiding away even as Paperjam pulled away, shifting their hands into their pockets once again. “...Thanks.”

“Sure.”

“Does this, um, mean that we’re dating?”

Paperjam’s eyes fluttered as they took a second to comprehend what they just heard. Their cheeks grew a little warmer, and they averted their eyes. “Is that what that means? I’ve never actually dated someone before.”

“Me neither.” Goth chuckled slightly, messing with his hands. This…entire interaction was really awkward. But he and Paperjam were teenagers, so maybe that was how this was supposed to be? Even though it was awkward, it was still nice. It was a mutual awkwardness and it made Goth feel better. He could probably talk to his parents about what it means to date someone, since they were married and had been for years. However that would open up a new can of worms that, frankly? He didn’t want to deal with! Paperjam definitely couldn’t ask their parents, since they hate each other so much. They could maybe ask Blue? Or Dream?

Goth cleared his throat, “Maybe we could ask Dream? Or the internet?”

“Nah.” Paperjam responded quickly, all traces of them being flustered gone. He wondered for a second if he could make them blush again, before flushing himself at the thought. “I say we just…do it.”

Clearly, Goth’s face showed confusion at the phrase and Paperjam rolled their eyes accordingly. They stopped walking and grabbed Goth’s hand. “What I mean is, we don’t need anyone to tell us what we are. We can date and do whatever, we can just make it work. We don’t need to ask anyone about what we’re supposed to be.”

“Paperjam…” Goth touched their face with his hand. They were really warm. He had to suspect that he was really cold. “That’s really sappy coming from you.”

“Oi!” Paperjam gently punched Goth in his shoulder and he laughed. They chuckled a little as well, playing with their ponytail.

Despite them moving away and taking their hand off of his, he almost immediately put his hands back on their cheeks. “I think you’re right though. I think I like just doing it our way.”

“Haha, oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Gently, their lips met.

#Fallen's writing #Paperjam (UTMV)#Goth (UTMV)#Paperjam/Goth #Palette (UTMV)#paperjam x goth #papergoth #?#ok #utmv #ship kids #goth sans #paperjam sans #undertale fanfiction #utau #utmv fanfic

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canmom · 1 year

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Animation Night 138: Del Toro’s Pinocchio

Happy almost-new Gregorian year everyone!

No huge introduction tonight since it is late and I imagine Guillermo del Toro needs little introduction in these parts, and for biography, I would be paraphrasing Wikipedia’s quite thorough article. I also have seen fewer films of his than I’d like, so I could give you only broad strokes: he has a deep and very genuine enthusiasm for gothic horror monsters and comics, he likes to tell metaphorical stories about fascism framed through fairy tales, he’s really big on body horror.

Here’s the really condensed version. del Toro got his start on horror movies, made his name on comic book movies Blade II and Hellboy 1 and 2, helping to revive the genre, and through that he got enough clout to increasingly do original films like El laberinto del fauno (Pan’s Labyrinth) and The Shape of Water which fit the del Toro ‘sympathetic or alien monsters contrasted against fascism’ template, Pan’s Labyrinth especially being the iconic del Toro movie; two gothic horror type movies Crimson Peak and Nightmare Alley; and odd duck Pacific Rim, a gleefully silly spin on mech anime. And I’m a little embarassed to say that I’ve only seen Pan and Rim. I’d rather wait to say more until I’ve filled in the rest.

But I will briefly talk about animation, since it’s Animation Night! Although he began as an eight-year-old with a Super 8 camera, Del Toro was interested in using animation from very early on, originally planning to create his first feature film Cronos as a stop motion film until his studio was robbed. He worked for a long time in special effects makeup, and most of his films have had an animation component, often blended with practical effects. With Hellboy, del Toro deep inspiration from Ray Harryhausen’s stop-motion, and asked Tippett Studio (the studio founded by Phil Tippett of Mad God) to make the miniatures and puppets, but I’m not sure if he used stop motion there. Pan’s Labyrinth using elaborate animatronics, The Shape of Water touching up a suit with CGI. Pacific Rim mostly shot its action scenes in CG at ILM, with Del Toro asking them to use a saturated colour and draw inspiration from Hokusai(!) in the wave effects.

Oddly enough, Pinocchio is not the first time del Toro has made a fully animated something. That is actually a series of CG TV shows animated by Dreamworks, the Tales of Arcadia series. It begins with the urban fantasy Trollhunters (not to be confused with the Norwegian fantasy mockumentary), followed by the sci-fi fish-out-of-water 3Below and time-travel Arthurian isekai Wizards (not to be confused with the Bakshi film).

Del Toro is credited as the ‘creator’ on all three series, which turns out to mean he originally planned it as a live-action TV show, which he turned into a book - a book which got picked up for a film by Dreamworks, and then finally evolved into a TV series. I’ll admit, I haven’t really looked into this much more than that, but it’s apparently scooped up a lot of praise and many awards.

OK, so, enough preamble, Pinocchio then. It’s a famous novel from 1883 by Italian writer Carlo Collodi. I suspect you know how it goes, at least in the broad strokes: puppetmaker Gepetto creates a living puppet, but he wants to be a real human boy; he becomes a serious troublemaker, and gets cursed for it, famously with a nose that grows whenever he tells a lie. Like most novels of the time, The Adventures of Pinocchio was first serialised in a weekly magazine, before getting compiled into a massive volume compiling all of Pinocchio’s many misadventures. (I think it’s interesting how serial fiction is making a big comeback lately, but more on that elsewhere.) In the first part of the serialisation, it ends with... Pinocchio getting executed by hanging, I’m not even kidding, it was supposed to be a ‘be moral’ tragedy. However, if I’m reading the summaries right, Collodi decided to retcon this and serialise it into something longer.

There’s a lot of Pinocchio-related things coming out right now. Disney are continuing their pattern of tedious expensive CGI remakes of their early traditionally animated movies, there’s an upcoming Souls-like game Lies of P, and there’s even a Russian animated film Pinocchio: The True Story. I couldn’t begin to tell you what kicked off this Pinocchio fever, since the book has been in the US public domain since 1940 - not coincidentally when Disney’s first adaptation came out. I was a little tempted, not gonna lie, to do a night where we watch all of them, but I don’t think I could sit through that lmao.

I showed Disney’s original Pinocchio on Animation Night before. By virtue of its position in history, and the ludicrously complex animation, it has positioned itself as the definitive filmed Pinocchio - the one that all subsequent adaptations must in some way respond to. For more on that, read Animation Night 84: The Walter Dismey.

Funnily enough I actually I fell asleep during that one (I was very tired that day and in a very cosy place...), so I’m actually going to watch it again. It is relevant, because that Disney film was part of del Toro’s inspiration. He set out to make his Pinocchio as far back as 2008, describing it as a lifelong passion project, and that he appreciated what he called horror-movie like aspects of the original as well as the traditional animation. Wanting to set his one apart, del Toro stumbled on the designs of illustrator Gris Grimley, and hired him. Along with Grimley, he found a co-director in Mark Gustafson, a stop motion animator who’d worked with Wes Anderson on Fantastic Mister Fox and evidently had some experience with working with normally live-action directors. Later cam art director Curt Enderle from Laika and usual collaborator del Toro Guy Davis to design characters; the models were built over here by a specialist company called Mackinnon & Saunders. For more see here.

One of the things that interests me reading about it is that the animation is described as being very naturalistic, with a lot of attention paid to blinking, shifts of gaze, and that kind of thing. That sounds like a fascinating angle to bring to stop motion, and I hope I’ll have the energy to write about it after the film. Narratively, I’ve avoided learning too many spoilers, but I know it involves an ‘Italian youth training camp’ so I think I can guess how that’s going to play given del Toro’s usual themes. But we’ll see! I’m told there might even be songs.

I think that’s all I want to write tonight. So here’s the plan! We’ll take another, more wakeful go around OG Disney Pinocchio (1940), and then dive into the exciting new flavour of anti-fascist stop motion Pinocchio (2022).

Animation Night will go live now at twitch.tv/canmom, we’ll begin the movies in about half an hour at 20:40 or local equivalent. Would love to see you there!!

#animation night

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patrice-bergerons · 2 years

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here, have this very self-indulgent Bond & Mansfield | M h/c I wrote for myself-

~*~

It is an odd sight, M sitting in the corner in one of those comically uncomfortable chairs, hunched over an exceptionally large binder spread over an exceptionally small table. Practically a tableaux out of a sitcom, and, Bond observes, probably a sign that he is at death’s door, if she is going around turning hospital rooms into offices.

“Not at all,” she says, looking up, and Bond realises he must have said that last bit out loud. “You are perfectly fine, 007.”

Her expression would make you think Bond suggested letting gin flow out of the taps at Six. (Which, now there is a thought.)

“Right-” he cranes his neck against the pillow to get a better look at her. “You were just hankering for some Jell-O on this fine Monday evening.”

It is Monday because she is dressed in business clothes, the sharp suit and impeccable makeup complementing her innate authority. Bond takes some comfort in this—he would have started planning his funeral in earnest had he found M in a t-shirt and a jacket by his bedside, holding his hand.

“It is the one dessert I can never resist,” M replies dryly.

As she swaps her corner office for a seat by his bed, Bond takes further stock of his predicament. He can’t see much out the window from the bed but the internal decor of the room does not match MI6’s Medical department—a proper hospital then. He is not in any real amount of pain and his vitals seem fine but his muscles feel like they are made out of Jell-O and his head is filled with cotton. Last he remembers—he strains to remember—ah yes, he was bleeding out on the floor of his favourite bar. On Sunday night.

Bugger.

“I lost a day?”

M passes him some water which he accepts gladly.

Except this turns out to be one of her devious tricks to distract her victim: “two. It is Tuesday night.”

Tuesday night. She must see something in his expression because she quickly adds, “oh don’t look at me like that. You will make a full recovery. Back in the field in a month.”

Bond interrogates her face for a sign that she is lying but she looks like her usual glowing self—stern and vaguely cross, as if Bond has greatly inconvenienced her by choosing this room, her office, to have a lie down in alone. When he is satisfied, he groans.

“A month.”

“You really are insufferable when you are injured.”

He smiles. Maybe too openly. Maybe for too long. But he has been shot and drugged and he deserves a little bit of fun for compensation.

“I’m your favourite double-0 agent, aren’t I?” he asks, still smiling.

“You flatter yourself,” comes the terse response.

“You didn’t even visit 003 when he was shot last month.”

“003 barely spent a day in Medical.”

“You were worried about me.”

“You are heavily drugged so I will do us both a favour and not dignify that with a response.”

That’s M, alright. His M. Who took her work and brought it here just so she could be there when he woke up.

“Will you hold my hand?”

Wait.

M looks at him in mild horror, as if Bond sat up and snogged her. He has meant it as a joke, obviously, but it comes out- And when he looks down he finds his elbow propped up on the bed, thrusting his outstretched hand towards M, entirely of its own volition.

He really is drugged.

He stares at his bloody, rebellious limb until it finally yields, and then, in not his finest display, he closes his eyes shut, trying to ride the wave of embarrassment all but pulling him under.

He really asked M to hold his hand. He can hear the heart monitor announcing his shame to the world one angry beep at a time. Christ.

“Christ,” M echoes softly.

“Just go,” Bond tells her without opening his eyes. Just go and let me lick my wounds in peace.

Except.

Then something extraordinary happens.

Two hands envelop his own; they are old and warm and dry. Gentle, firm—an anchor in the storm. Bond lets out a shaky breath. When he opens his eyes a tear rolls down his cheek. He wants to roll right down under the bed. He feels so tired. He feels-

“You are alright,” M says quietly, reaching out to wipe his cheek. She lets her hand linger there, cupping his face, and she is frowning but her eyes say- you are alright.

Bond gives her the best smile he can conjure—a grimace. He tries to think of something witty to say but all he can think of is how good, how welcome her hands feel, holding his. Holding him in place.

In the end, it is M who breaks the silence.

“You are right, you know,” she says conspiratorially, a fond glint in her eyes.

“I usually am,” Bond manages, keeping his voice steady, even.

“I would have never done this for 003.”

“I won’t tell him that.”

She squeezes his hand and he squeezes back.

“Now get some sleep,” M orders, and Bond thinks- it’s high time he listened to one of those.

#james bond #olivia mansfield #my fic #i have zero excuse for this #except i deserve it LOL

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