#lightning bear studios

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: Potential spoilers, violence, flashing lights

Title: Illuminating Spectrum

Editor: Speedy180

Studio: Lightning Bear Studios

Song: Spectrum (Say My Name) (Calvin Harris Remix)

Artist: Florence + the Machine

Anime: Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Category: Action/Drama

[zaynessbeloved]

Rafayel had always been theatrical. But this—this was worship. You were sprawled across the velvet-covered chaise in his studio, the dark red fabric clinging to the sweat on your back, your legs hooked over his shoulders as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a god to kneel.

Fully clothed, of course—he almost always was when he focused solely on pleasuring you. A silken shirt half-unbuttoned, ink stains near the cuff, and those paint-smudged trousers that now pressed tighter against the strain of his untouched arousal. He hadn’t laid a single hand on himself. Hadn’t needed to. Because the second his mouth met you—tongue sliding in like he had the right, like your body was just another masterpiece begging to be signed—his whole body convulsed. A sharp, humiliating twitch beneath his waistband. He groaned into you. “Fuck…”

Not even thirty seconds. He came untouched. Shamelessly. Sloppily. Like your taste alone rewrote the laws of what a man could endure. Still, he didn’t stop.

Why the hell would he?

“R-Rafayel...” Your voice cracked around his name, breathless, your hips bucking instinctively against his face. The sound of it, the way you clung to him like you’d drown if he stopped, only drove him deeper. More tongue. More teeth. Devastating precision honed by obsession.

“S-Say it again,” he panted against your folds, voice hoarse. “Say my name like that again, cutie. Come on...give it to me.”

“Rafayel,” you whimpered, broken and soft.

And just like that—again. Another mess in his briefs. His spine arched as if he’d been shocked by lightning, thighs trembling, lips never leaving you. His fingers dug into the plush of your thighs so hard you’d wear bruises, and still he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. He tasted his devotion. And it tasted like you.

Rafayel didn’t speak at first. He couldn’t. Not with your taste dripping from his lips. Not with the guttural groan still echoing in his throat. He just stayed there, knelt between your thighs, trembling. Panting like a sinner who'd touched divinity and would never be clean again.

His eyes—those impossible, ancient eyes—stared up at you like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d done. What you had done to him. And you? You were shocked too. Not because of what just happened. But because he let you see it.

He didn’t hide his release. Didn’t mask the way his hips had jerked into nothing, untouched and undone. Didn’t turn away as his body betrayed him, cock still twitching in soaked briefs, still hard, still needing. You saw all of it. And he let you.

No, not let—he wanted you to witness it. Wanted you to know how deeply he craved you. How desperately his body responded to just the taste of you on his tongue. That alone nearly broke you. Because Rafayel, in all his vanity and arrogance, had never been vulnerable like this. Not once. Not in battle. Not in pain. Not even when the world tried to drown him in grief and memory.

But now? He was ruined at your feet, pupils blown wide, jaw slack, soaked through his trousers and still whispering your name like a prayer.

“You’ve no idea…” his voice cracked, uneven, raw. He pressed his face into your thigh, kissing the sensitive skin like he couldn’t bear to leave it. “You’ve no idea what you’ve done to me. What you...mean to me.”

Your hand trembled as it reached for him, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. He looked so young like this. So real. Not a god. Not an artist. Just a man who had fallen too hard for something he couldn’t unfeel. And for you? It meant everything. Because no one had ever worshipped you like this. Not with their body. Not with their soul. Not with the kind of devotion that left a man shaking, breathless, filthy with need—and still eager to go back for more.

You cupped his jaw gently, tilting his face up until he looked at you again. He blinked, dazed and all you could do was smile.

“You’re mine,” you whispered.

And oh...how he shuddered at that.

[bloodhoundluke]

drunken smiles & fishnet stockings

pairing: luke hemmings x fem! reader

description: it's halloween and luke is hosting a party! luke and y/n know each other, but little do they know that this night would change something pivotal between the duo.

warnings: 🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sex talk, smut, protected p in v, alcohol consumption, cursing, fluff, an embarrassing amount of pet names. (i don't think there’s anything else??).

word count: 5,8k-ish. a/n: hey there friends! 🌟 i wanted to publish this fic before publishing requested & other fics, i'm working on all of them so pls be patient! and this is my first fic which contains smut so there's a huge chance this sucks (i'm actually nervous to release this pls help me i'm scared lol) 😬 also, i have a lot of deadlines atm so pls bare with me, i am working on the requests whenever i can. thank you for supporting my blog, i adore you all so much 🤍 happy late halloween to everyone who celebrated 🎃

dividers by @silkholland.

"Y/N!", you heard your best friend yell from the other side of your studio apartment. You had been getting ready for nearly two hours, and to one one’s surprise, you and your best friend were already late. Calum had been texting you for a while now, telling you two to hurry up. 

"What?"

"We are so late! We need to get going! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing", your best friend sighed and now stood next to you. You were still fixing your hair in front of a full body mirror.

"Okay okay, stop fussing. Do I look okay?", you asked them and placed the curling iron on top of your drawer, shutting it off. You reached for the hairspray sitting on the drawer, and looked over at your friend who looked absolutely stunning. 

"Yes, you look amazing Y/N. If I wasn't your friend I'd totally hook up with you", your friend cheered and nudged your shoulder gently. 

"Gosh, thanks. I'd totally hook up with you too", you giggled and took a glimpse of their police costume. You ruffled your hair slightly and placed some hairspray on your locks to hold them in place.

You locked your hands with your friend’s, and got into the cab that was waiting outside. 

You had been invited to your friend Luke's Halloween party. You had met him a few years prior through your mutual friend Calum, who was also his bandmate and one of his best friends. Calum and you had known for four years or so, and you considered him to be one of your closest friends. You considered yourself lucky to have a friend like him, since you could tell him anything and you knew he wouldn’t judge you.

You looked through the cab window with the city lights passing by. You wondered who’d be at the party. Luke must have sent invitations for hundreds of people, since he was a pretty popular guy. You found the guy and his shy-ish exterior rather charming, but only in a platonic way. Luke and you weren’t extremely close, but you exchanged text messages every now and then. 

You arrived at the party and looked at the sea of people, who were mingling with each other in their Halloween costumes. Luke’s house was decorated in decorative spider web, pumpkins, and some skeleton figures. Purple lightning illuminated the whole house. You liked the decorations, it wasn’t too much or too little.

You and your best friend decided to go and say hello to Calum and his group of people. Calum hugged you tightly and commented on how he hadn’t seen you in ages. His girlfriend, Brandy, did the same. They were wearing a matching set of vampire costumes. You were happy for Calum, he had finally found a girl who loved him just the way he was.

You walked over to Ashton, Michael, Crystal and Luke. Ashton was dressed in a cowboy costume, which made you smile a bit since he practically dressed like one in real life. He brought you into a bear hug and you couldn't help but smile. Ashton always made you feel so welcomed. Michael and Crystal goofed around in their Anime costumes. You catched up with them and then finally noticed something familiar about Luke’s costume. It was a Harry Potter costume.

No fucking way.

"Cool costume", Luke commented as he saw you eyeing his Gryffindor badge, and the lightning bolt on his forehead. His hair had grown out a bit, but it didn't look bad. Actually, it looked anything else than bad. That man could definitely pull off any hairstyle, you were sure of it.

"Thanks! You too. Suits you", you stated and straightened your own Gryffindor badge on your costume. Dressing as Ginny Weasley, or what you called it low-budget Ginny since you had no cape, was a decision you had made a few days ago. You were supposed to dress as a Pumpkin, but you managed to break the costume and didn’t have the time to fix it. So the second best option was Ginny.

You sighed and looked around the room, thinking of grabbing a drink.

“Oh my gosh! We need to take a picture of you two”, your best friend suddenly exclaimed and you giggled, nervousness plastered all across your face. You saw them giving you the look, and knew instantly what it meant. They believed in fate, what you on the other hand called nonsense. You were sure Luke and you dressing in similar costumes was some sort of sign of “fate” to your best friend. Luke and you could never happen. 

“Really?”, you giggled as you felt a knot in your stomach. Luke was sometimes difficult to read, and you weren’t entirely sure if he would conform to the idea.

“Yes!”, your best friend commented, and ‘totally’ and ‘absolutely’ from Michael, Crystal, Calum, Brandy and Ashton followed after. You and Luke both looked at each of them, then finally looked at each other. Your friends would never let it go, so you’d better just get it out of the way.

“Okay”, you accepted your defeat. “You okay with that?”, you confirmed Luke. “Yeah, sure, why not?”, he took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle on the counter, giving you a small smile. 

You, Luke and your best friend found a spot in Luke’s house and you settled in with Luke against the white wall, as your best friend was holding their phone towards you two. Luke placed his other hand on your lower back, and you placed yours on his stomach. 

“This okay?”, you looked up to him and shuffled a little closer to the man. You saw him eyeing your legs, which were covered in fishnet stockings. His oceanic blue eyes met yours, and you did your best not to drown in them. You hadn’t even chugged down one drink, and you were already a fool for some man. And worst of all, it was your friend. You blamed this growing lust for him on the Halloween spirit. Surely someone had once said that Halloween brings out feelings you don’t usually feel.

“Uh..yeah, sure”, he cleared his throat and chuckled. “You ready?”, he offered you a little smile.

“S-sure”, you returned the smile and you both stared directly at the camera.

“And say….cheese!”, your best friend cheered.

You took an awkward glimpse in Luke’s direction and both of you bursted out laughing. The photos shown afterwards were pretty cute, you had to admit that. And Luke’s hand on your lower back left you yearning for more of his touch.

Damn, you really needed a drink. And to forget Luke fucking Hemmings' hands.

—❦

After taking the picture of you and Luke, you had been mingling with people, eating, and drinking a few tequila sunrises. You had just settled into Luke’s living room to play Spin the Bottle, the classic party game. The group playing consisted of you, your best friend, Luke, Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael and Crystal. To be honest you were zoned most of the time, since you found the game a bit ridiculous.

Then you heard your name as the bottle pointed towards you. In your alcohol-infused state, you picked a dare.

“I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room”, Ashton dared. You heard a few encouraging comments coming from your friends, and Brandy gave you a wide grin.  “Ash? Really?”, you squeaked, and gave him a deadly glare. “Well, didn’t you pick a dare, pumpkin?”, he asked and chuckled. Suddenly the rush of confidence you had seemed to fade out, and you mentally cursed the drummer.

“Okay”, you sighed, and looked across the room. The choice was obvious, but you didn’t want to give it away. So you pretended to consider your options for a while.

You got up from the floor, and got on your knees in front of Luke. You caught him looking at you, and he looked away. But then you leant to kiss him, and he kissed you back. The tingling feeling of him kissing you back flustered you. You shouldn’t like the feeling of his lips pressed against yours this much, but you did. His lips brushed over yours delicately, and your heart was pumping. It made no sense, but you loved every second of it. His beard stubble tickled you, but you didn't care. Not everyday you got the chance to kiss Luke fucking Hemmings, who was practically the hottest guy you had ever seen.

You backed away from the kiss first, then did Luke. 

 “Cool”, he let out a nervous chuckle and you did the same. Cool…really? You didn’t know if you should have been offended or relieved that the awkwardness of it was finally over.

“That was hot”, your best friend whispered into your ear as you went back to your place on the floor. “He’s hot”, you whispered back. The taste of pure tequila lingered on your lips.

“And Ashton’s so hot too”, they whispered. “Go get him, Y/B/F/N”, you advised, and winked at them.

The game continued and the next rounds were spent by hearing how Ashton’s favorite sex position was Basset Hound Doggy and Brandy’s biggest turn off in a relationship was controlling behavior. You also saw your best friend give a lap dance to the person who they fancied the most in the room, Ashton. They both seemed to enjoy it. Michael and Crystal had also shared a steamy make out session, to which you all cheered.

It was Luke’s turn next.

“Hmmm…okay. What is your biggest turn on?” Michael asked Luke and took a sip of his Corona, placing the bottle on the floor afterwards. Luke’s answer interested you, you had to admit. 

“Ohh…got many. But neck kisses are a big one”, Luke slyly answered and gulped down his tequila. “Ohhh, that’s a good one”, Ashton agreed and you saw him looking in your best friend’s direction. You rolled your eyes slightly, and giggled to yourself. They would totally share the bed tonight. 

Luke spun the bottle, which landed on Calum. He chose the truth. Luke didn’t come up with anything, so your best friend chose the question instead. 

“Which two people in this group should hook up?”, your best friend asked Calum.

Oh my god, were they serious? You totally knew where they were getting at. But hopefully Calum didn’t understand that, or anyone else for that matter. You were safe, Calum would definitely pick Michael and Crystal. Or Ashton and your best friend. 

“Well, the obvious choice would be Brandy and me. Or Michael and Crystal, but…I feel I want to stir the pot, I guess.. So… I think Luke and Y/N… I mean we saw the kiss Luke and Y/N had earlier”, Calum smirked devilishly at Luke, and then at you. The group around you chuckled, and seemed to agree with Calum as they were nodding their heads. But not you nor Luke. 

“Okayyyy, so maybe Cal should stop drinking for tonight”, you chuckled, and Calum gave you a humorous smile, which screamed a polite fuck you, in return. You saw Luke looking down at his drink on the floor with a drunken smile on his face. He fiddled with his rings on his left hand. He looked up and directly at you, boring his eyes into yours for a milli-second. You wondered what was going through his head, since yours was filled with so many questions. 

Why didn’t he say anything? Why was he so quiet? Did he find your kiss icky? Did he find you… repulsive? Why was he acting so strange? 

—❦

The party was over and people had left Luke’s apartment, which was now littered with red cups, beer bottles and pizza boxes. You had been settling into a spare bedroom in Luke’s house. Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael, Crystal and your best friend were staying over as well. 

You drank water alone in Luke’s kitchen, since everyone had already gone to sleep. The now quiet atmosphere made you feel at peace, and you smiled to yourself.

You enjoyed the brief moment of silence until a head of blonde messy curls appeared from the doorway.

Luke walked into the kitchen and gave you a tired little smile. He opened the refrigerator door and took a large water bottle, pouring it into a glass he retrieved from the cabinet. He placed the bottle back to the refrigerator and closed the refrigerator door as you were still drinking your own water.

You noticed how he had gotten rid of the jacket and the tie, leaving him with a slightly unbuttoned white collar shirt and dark gray pants. He had also wiped the lightning bolt off his forehead.

Standing here with Luke, in this terrifyingly awkward yet weirdly comforting silence, made you question your lust towards the man. Maybe it was just the alcohol running through your veins. That might just be the only logical explanation.

“Let me guess, you don’t want to get a hangover?”, you chose to break the silence.

“Hell no”, he sipped water, “did you have fun tonight?”. The blonde locked his eyes with yours and you looked away, your eyes now fixating on your ring-covered fingers.

You cleared your throat, and answered, “Yep, had a blast. And you?”. 

“Yeah”, he smiled and you went closer to him, as you were about to place the cup in the sink. Your hands brushed against his as he was just about to do the same. You both placed your cups in the sink, and your eyes met his. You both stood in your places quietly, and for some weird reason, you couldn't help but look at his parted lips. And you noticed him doing the same, then his eyes studying yours.

Your heart started to race a million miles an hour. You weren’t nervous around the people you fancied, but Luke was a different story. He was the epitome of gorgeous, so you couldn’t really blame yourself, could you?

He turned his body towards yours, and you took a step closer to him. You didn’t know what you were doing. Hell, you didn’t know what he was doing either.

Luke let out a low chuckle and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip. 

Yes, even a fool could tell you wanted to kiss him. But you weren’t sure if you should. And you weren’t sure if the man in front of you noticed that too. 

Thankfully Luke had noticed your indecisiveness as he leant in for a kiss. You had imagined this after the kiss during the game, but now that it was actually happening, you couldn’t believe it. This was rougher than the last time. More passionate. More demanding. He moved even closer to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. You felt his cold rings against your bare skin, but it didn’t matter. Not when he touched you like this, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks and his tongue battling for dominance over yours.

He backed away from you, licking his lips.

“Fuck… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry”, he apologized and rested his body against the kitchen counter.

“What do you mean?”, you frowned your eyebrows. Was he being serious right now?

“It’d mess things up…if we go further. Shit, this on its own could make everything awkward...”

“What if…what if we just don’t think about the consequences? You want me, and I obviously want you”, you suggested. You didn’t want to think, not now. You didn’t want your growing lust for Luke to go to waste. It would be a shame if it did.

“Are you..sure?”, he scratched the back of his head.

“Yes”

“Okay”, he let out a low chuckle and took a step closer to you, studying your lips in the meantime. 

“Luke?”, you looked into his eyes as you spoke.

“Yeah?”, he bored his blue eyes into yours, and placed his hands on your waist, tugging you closer to him.

“Just fuckin’ kiss me already”

“Thought you’d never ask”, he whispered, his voice perfectly husky and seducing. His plump lips found their place on yours and you swore you had never kissed someone like him before. His lips moved swiftly, hungrily against yours.

You tugged his shirt, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible. 

“Luke?”, you asked, out of breath.

“Yeah?”, he wiped his mouth with his hand, and you couldn’t help but stare at the man’s mouth. The mouth that you wanted to do incredible things to you.

“What are we doing?”.

“What do you want to do princess?”, his voice was heavy, and hoarse. And so god-damn sexy. He moved a few stray hairs out of your face.

“Fuck…”, you cursed.

“...me?”, Luke smirked.

You were totally gone off the rails, so whipped for him, there was no going back now.

“Actually, yeah”, you decided to toss logic aside, and once again, Luke placed his lips hungrily on yours. You kissed him back passionately and he grabbed your ass under your skirt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and felt the need to do such things to Luke you could never say out loud. 

“Jump”, he groaned between the rough yet lustful kisses and you jumped into his lap. He grabbed you by your outer thighs and placed you on the counter. He left wet kisses on your neck, leaving you wondering why you hadn’t done this sooner with him. Maybe it was the fact you had known this man for years, and he had never shown you any sign of interest. But it didn’t matter now, he clearly wanted you.

“Is this okay?”, he reassured you.

“You’re perfect”, you sighed and stared at the beautiful man in front of you. Yes, you had always thought Luke was hot, but this was something else. You loved how soft and assertive he was at the same time. This was dangerous, anyone could see you two. But you liked it this way. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted him. You craved him. You needed him.

His lips found their way back to yours and you bit his lower lip by accident. You felt Luke giggling against your lips, and you couldn’t help but do the same. 

“Can I take this off?”, he asked between the kisses as he was holding the fabric on your shirt. “Please”. And he does, leaving your chest area covered by your black bra. You started to unbutton his shirt and when you were done, he threw the white collar shirt on the floor next to yours. 

Luke traveled kisses from the side of your face to your neck, then to your chest. “Fuck, you’re so hot”, he remarked and you chuckled slightly as a response. Luke kissed you, and you kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You made out for a while until he decided to move the strap of your bra over your shoulder. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder, and you didn’t understand how he did it all this, being this fucking good at everything, but you enjoyed the show. 

“Need to get my fishnets off”, you whimpered under his touch. 

He ripped open your fishnets using his hands, and you swore to yourself you hadn’t seen anything as hot as that. You lifted your body using your hands on the counter so he could take the remains of the stockings off. And when he was done, he nibbled your ear and his heavy breathing made you squirm. 

“Finger me?”, you asked as his lustful ocean eyes stared into yours. “It’d be my pleasure”, he smirked, pushing your lingerie to the side and pushing two fingers into you with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Fuck, you are so wet…so good, Y/N”, he remarked huskily and moved his fingers inside you in swift motion. You widened your legs so he’d get a better entrance. “Mmmmh”, you whimpered, your head tilted back and eyes closed. Luke trailed down kisses from your neck to your chest. You opened your eyes and his lips crashed into yours. 

“Need you to fuck me, Luke”, you whispered into his mouth. “Believe me, I will. Just wanna make you cum first”, he whispered and kissed you. And in under a minute, you were a whimpering mess under his touch, him giving you a smug look. You swore you just saw the stars, no one had ever known your body like him. And it didn’t make any sense, this was the first time being with him. But it didn’t have to make sense, you were now with him and god, he made you feel incredibly good. 

His fingers left your entrance and his lustful dark eyes met yours again. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, still holding the eye contact.

”Baby, you taste so good... Fuckin’ incredible”, he mumbled.

”Fuck…”, you whimpered as you were still coming off your high and watching Luke taste you did not help to urge to feel him inside of you. Neither did the fact that you noticed his boner through his dark dress pants. What was this man doing to you?

“Wanna go to my bedroom?”, he suggested, and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, giving you a small lingering kiss on your collarbone.

“Thought you’d never ask”.

You both grabbed your clothes from the floor and you went upstairs. In the upstairs hallway, Luke couldn’t resist but pin you against the wall, kissing your face like he had never kissed before. You grabbed his erected dick under his dress pants and stroked it slightly above the material, making Luke whimper. “Y/N…”, he started yet couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Mmmh? Tell me?”, you asked as you started to unbuckle his belt.

“Mmmmh, don’t tease me, Y/N”

“That’s bold of you since you started it...”, you pointed out.

“Mmmhhh…fuck, that’s true. Let’s go before I fuck you against this wall and everyone will hear it”, he gave you a quick peck on your lips, leaving you wanting for more. You didn't know Luke could be this smug, but it definitely turned you on.

Luke led you to his bedroom. You placed yourself on his California King, and looked around. You had never been in Luke’s bedroom. A few paintings hung on the dark -painted walls, a vintage record player rested on the dressing table and the TV across the bed covered most of the wall space.

Luke retrieved a condom from his wallet, which was resting on his night-stand and pulled down both his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened dick. In the meanwhile you got rid of your skirt, and underwear. He placed the condom on and you couldn't help but admire the sight in front of you. Luke tossed both his pants and boxers off to the floor. He placed his body on top of you, kissing you and making the kiss deeper as you slid your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues danced together and your anticipation for the following grew, even though you had gone through your high already. But maybe, just maybe, he could make you come twice. His lips parted from yours, and he looked into your eyes, his fingers traveling along your lips.

“You’re so damn beautiful”. 

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful too”, you answered, your need for him growing.

“You ready?”.  You nodded and he slipped into you slowly as you kissed his neck. You detached your lips from his neck and tugged his hair, your hands exploring the softness of his curls. A few moans escaped from both of your mouths. How could he make moaning sound so damn good? 

“Please keep on going”.

"Was planning on doing so, princess".

He thrusted into you, and your walls clenched against him. You saw him biting his lip, his eyes wide open, clearly enjoying the view of you. “Fuck, you are perfect. So tight around me.... So good”, he praised.

This would probably never happen again, so you decided to make the most of it.

You met his lips in a kiss and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, his own meeting with yours. His thrusts became quicker and you both moaned of pleasure. Your hands had moved to his upper back, your nails scratching the warm skin.

And when you both came undone, you cleaned yourselves up and laid in his bed. You both stared at the bedroom ceiling. Luke had asked you to stay, which had surprised you. 

“I held myself back when you kissed me in the game”, the blonde confessed. You looked at Luke, whose left arm was leaning against the back of his head. Only now you noticed his bird tattoo on his bicep. You couldn’t see it properly in the dim lightning, but you were guessing it was a hummingbird. To be honest, there probably were a lot of things you didn’t know about him.

“Did you?”, you asked in a rather suggestive voice, and turned your body towards him under the covers.

“Well, yeah, have you seen yourself? Fuckin’ beautiful. I wanted to rip those fishnets off you the moment I saw you in them”, he chuckled and his eyes met yours.

You couldn’t help but feel flustered. Luke Hemmings, of all the people in the world, thought you were…beautiful?

“In that case, I’m happy I decided to wear them”, you giggled.

“I can buy you a new pair of fishnets”, he offered.

“You really don’t need to do that”.

“If that gives me an excuse to see you, then I’d like to”, you saw an endearing smile appear on his face.

“What if you break them too?”, you chuckled, not that you wouldn’t mind him doing that.

“Then I’d have another excuse to see you again”, he reasoned, and shuffled closer to you. You didn’t know if it was still the alcohol clouding your judgement, but you liked him. Maybe a bit more than you wanted to. 

“Seems like you want it to be a pattern”, you suggested.

“Well, if it makes you scream like earlier…”, he smirked and took you in his arms, your face squished against his warm and toned chest. “Luke!”, you screamed into his chest.

“Hush hush now, everyone is asleep”, he kissed the top of your head, and chuckled.

“Sorry”, you giggled and wrapped your hand around his waist, snuggling closer to him. Your face rested against his chest, and he stroked your hair gently.

"Good night beautiful", he reached for your lips and planted a small kiss on them, then turning off the bedside lamp. "Good night, Luke".

—❦

“Quit starin’ at me princess”, Luke spoke with his eyes closed as you lied with him in his enormous California King bed. 

“I can’t, you’re way too pretty”, you played with his curls, both of your naked bodies under the same duvet.

You had been awake for a while now, mainly going over the memories of last night. Luke’s lips pressed against yours, his hands grabbing the sides of your body, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he was inside of you.  You had contemplated leaving Luke’s house, but you didn’t want to do it to Luke. And the change in Luke’s behavior towards you made you question his motives. He even let you sleep in his bed, and didn’t want you to leave to your room. Did he actually like your company? Or was he just lonely?

You removed your hand from his set of curls, and wondered what it must be like to be that beautiful. It was unfair how good-looking he was.

“Talk to me about pretty, huh?”, he opened up his eyes and scanned your face. “Hush”, you gave him a deadly glare and he grinned back at you.

“Tell me when did you get so freaking hot?”, you asked him.

“Haven’t I always been?”, he winked and readjusted the pillows on the bed, his face and body now towards yours. 

“Yeah, but I mean…like this hot. Ridiculously hot. So hot I want to jump into your lap”

“Now you’re just makin’ a fool out of me”

“Am not! I promise”, you exclaimed. “I swear when I saw you last night, something happened inside of me. This lust, I guess…I don’t know what the hell it was”

“Well, thank you. Good to hear I don’t look like an absolute knobhead”, he rolled his eyes, and letting out a chuckle.

“And he’s funny too”, you giggled.

“C’mere”, he motioned you into his embrace and you laid there for a moment in silence, taking in the moment. This silence felt comfortable in some odd way. His fingers brushed gently against yours, moving to cup your face, his mouth telling you compliments you never expected to come from his mouth. You’re gorgeous. Your eyes are pretty as hell. I like cuddling you. You smiled back at him, not really knowing what to answer.

“So this wasn’t a one time thing?”, you decided to break the newly founded silence.

“Nope. If that’s okay with you?”, Luke searched for your approval from your softened eyes, and you gave him that. “More than okay”, you smiled. You looked for something in his eyes. Maybe a hidden truth. You were his friend, but you didn’t know him truly. You did not really have an idea who he was deep in his core. But your instinct told you to find out.

"Good. Did you actually like my Halloween costume or were you just being polite?", Luke hummed, and placed his head into the crook of your neck.

"I thought you looked hot. And so dreamy... So yes Luke, I liked it", you beamed, and pecked his lips. "A lot", you added and caressed his pretty curly hair.

"You were a pretty dreamy Ginny yourself", he placed his mouth on your neck, sucking on the skin slightly, then placing a few sloppy kisses on your jawline. His breath started to become noticeably heavier, and you giggled, "Luke Hemmings, you are one hell of a guy".

After a while of lounging around with Luke, you both decided to do your morning rituals and throw some clothes on. Yeah, you might have hooked up with him again, only in the shower this time, and you felt as if you couldn't keep your hands off the blonde.

You and Luke had decided to go downstairs and cook something for breakfast, and now you waited for him to come out of the bathroom. Luke opened up the bathroom door attached to his bedroom, and you studied his features.

You couldn’t help but smile as he was humming some song you had never even heard of. He had a habit of doing that, making you smile. Or at least that was what he had been doing the past hours. And last night, obviously. He was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants, which made you drool over him, and a black AC/DC t-shirt. He had also offered you an oversized band t-shirt to wear since your own shirt was a bit uncomfortable to wear. So now you were standing in front of Luke, wearing his oversized t-shirt and barely visible black skirt. You would have never guessed that something like this could actually happen.

“Ready?”, he asked, and you nodded. You were waiting for him to open the door, until he decided to turn around and he grabbed your face into his hands. He pressed a delicate and endearing kiss on your lips.

“Actually, now we’re ready”, he chuckled and finally opened the door. “You dork”, you giggled, the taste of his toothpaste lingering on your lips.

“No one should be up, it’s barely 9am”, Luke commented as you were walking down the stairs. “Yeah, there’s not a chance anyone’s up yet”, you agreed with him and you both walked into the kitchen, only to discover every single person that had stayed at Luke's sitting by the kitchen table. 

“Good morning, Luke and Y/N”, Crystal greeted you two, to which both you and Luke responded.

Luke offered you a glass of water with a side of lemon and ice, after he had convinced you of how the drink makes a great hangover cure. You and Luke found yourself seats by the kitchen table, next to each other since they were the only ones not taken.

"Luke? Y/N?" Ashton opened his mouth.

“We fuckin’ heard you last night”,  Ashton remarked as both you and Luke were caught up in your own worlds. And then you made sense of what Ashton had just said.

...Oh my god, had they really heard all…that? 

Your best friend was sitting next to Ashton, and they were giggling with Ashton’s arm resting behind their chair.

You hadn’t talked this through with Luke. Shit, shit, shit. You hadn’t really even thought about if anyone had heard you last night.

“Oh you are speechless now, is that it?” Ashton giggled, making your friend, Michael, Crystal, Calum and Brandy laugh too.

“We really hope you Luke cleaned up the kitchen afterwards”, Crystal commented. “Just saying”, she added and gave a quick peck to Michael. Michael chuckled, and took turns looking at you, and then Luke.

“I did, don’t you worry about it Crys”, Luke scratched the back of his head, obviously feeling awkward as hell. You cleared your throat, wishing to be anywhere else than being questioned about your little rendezvous with Luke last night.

“And you used a condom?” Ashton asked, making Luke groan. “Of course, you fuckin’ moron”.

“Okaaaay, should we change the subject? Us having sex isn’t the most exciting topic”, you chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Even the handsome blonde beside you.

“It definitely did sound exciting last night…All the screams and objects fallin’ to the floor, all Y/N’s whimpers and Luke’s -”, Ashton remarked, but was soon interrupted by an annoyed Luke.

“Okay okay, we get it. We were a bit loud. But let’s move on, please”, Luke groaned. 

"I want to hear more details though... Were the kitchen and Luke's bedroom the only places you had sex in?", your best friend took apart in the conversation, grinning from ear to ear. Y/B/F/N had to be kidding. And were the walls of Luke's house made of paper? "Yes", you answered in turn, trying to sound as convincing as you could. They didn't need to know about the shower session an hour ago.

”It was no wonder you ended up sleeping together, I mean you were drooling over each other the whole night”, Michael continued, and chuckled.

”You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me right now”, Luke cursed, obviously wanting the conversation topic to change sooner than later.

“Calm down, Hemmings”, Calum chuckled, earning a side eye from you and a deadly glare from Luke. “Okay, okay, I won’t say anythin’ next time”, Calum put his hands up in defense and grinned awkwardly. 

You looked at Luke only to discover him looking at you, a small smile creeping upon his pretty pink lips. Next time.

a/n: hey please do share your thoughts on the gifs, did they disturb your reading experience? i’d love to know, ty! 🤍

© 2023 bloodhoundluke.

[vermilionsun]

SO the Red Spring Studio team decided to REMOVE the "Hound" origin from the Touchstarved Demo and replace it with one called "Exile" WHICH IS SO DIFFERENT??? I'VE ALREADY MADE THREE MCS!?!?!?!

So, yk what this means….

*check the notes at the bottom hehehehe~

“What do you mean you’re leaving?!” Akachi screeched, grabbing Aeron’s shoulders. “Where are you even going to go? Do you even know how many dangers await you? Eridia is our best chance—”

“Not for me… not anymore, at least,” Aeron cut her off gently. He hugged her, petting their short hair. 

Arioch leaped and grabbed his waist. “But…” They whispered softly against his back, tears already staining their cheeks. “We’re supposed to…” They couldn’t continue, their voice cracking beyond coherency.

“Find the cure together…” Aeron sighed, turning around to hug both of them properly. “You know I love you both beyond death. That’s why I needed to tell you first.”

Akachi sighed. “You’ve already made your decision, huh?” Aeron nodded. “You dumbass…” She hugged him tighter, tears of her own starting to fall, joining Arioch’s in staining his shirt.

Aeron held them both. Gods, he wished he didn’t have to do this. He couldn't bear seeing them cry without himself joining.

During his last days in Eridia, Aeron barely stayed inside. 

He wandered the streets, spending quiet hours with the food vendors and old women he'd gotten to know through errands. He visited Miette's bakery one last time, updating them on everything with a soft smile, slipping a few extra coins into the tip jar when they weren’t looking. Princess, temporarily in Miette's care, earned a full five minutes of belly rubs and sweet words.

Kuras handed him a new cloak during their last meeting. “To handle the coldness of the world beyond,” the doctor said with a sly, sentimental smile. Aeron folded it neatly, trying not to let his hands shake.

He didn't even try to approach the Senobium. And honestly? That felt like peace.

By the end of the week, there was only one goodbye left. It was no surprise really, since Mhin had the tendency to disappear for days at a time. But it was Aeron's last night in the city, and the hunter was nowhere to be found.

The caravan would leave by midday, so Aeron stayed with Leander, Vere, Ais and Akachi downstairs for one last round of drinks. Laughter echoed, someone spilled something sticky on his shirt, and Akachi stole his seat when he got up.

He finally climbed the stairs with a good buzz in his system and a heavy feeling in his gut. But when he opened the door, he noticed a shadow lingering just inside.

Aeron sighed, not unkindly. "Are you going to murder me in my sleep, or come out and talk?"

Mhin stepped forward, face unreadable, voice sharp. "I don't have anything to say to you.”

“Sure you do,” Aeron walked forward with careful ease. They weren't going to flee, like they would've done a few months back, that much Aeron knew. Rejection, at least, would be better than silence.

He reached for them, a hand wrapping around their waist. They didn’t push him away—but they didn’t return it either.

They nudged his shoulder, turning their head when he leaned in, and Aeron chuckled softly. He lifted a hand to their chin, coaxing their gaze back to him. “Look at me.”

“Don’t touch me,” Mhin said, voice cracking. “You traitor.”

“I’m not sorry,” Aeron replied.

Mhin’s eyes narrowed. “I can tell.”

“That includes being in love with you.” That seemed to catch them off guard. Aeron leaned in and kissed them. It wasn’t forceful, just… honest. In a way nothing had been in a long time.

For a moment, Mhin was rendered breathless. Then realization struck like lightning, and they shoved at him—chest, shoulders, collar, anywhere they could reach. “Don’t… don’t—”

Aeron caught one wrist mid-shove. His other hand pulled them close again, resting against the small of their back. “Mhin—”

“I hate you,” they whispered.

“I know.”

“You’re still leaving.”

“I am.”

Silence. Then, Mhin rested their forehead against his shoulder. “I should’ve run the moment I met you.”

“But you didn’t,” Aeron murmured, pressing a kiss into their hair.

One last time, they pushed each other into Aeron’s always-messy bedsheets. Mhin kissed him like Aeron was something they needed to win, and he let them. He let them take out all their anger and grief until they were gasping and exhausted, breath tangled with his, bodies slick with sweat.

Then, he gently turned them around and loved them. Usually, it was mindless—"meaningless" by silent agreement—and Aeron had been okay with that. Because one, that's what Mhin wanted and two, he thought they had time.

Maybe he's a fucking idiot for leaving. Maybe that's the worst mistake of his life. But here, now—Mhin lets him love them, and for that alone, he’d gladly die. For them.

He knows they know. He tells them anyway.

And they're so beautiful, looking up at him wide-eyed and undone, wonder softening every edge of their face. Like they’re seeing him—truly—for the first time.

And Aeron can only hope, as sleep pulls at the edges of the moment, he'll wake up the next morning and find them curled up like a cat beside him…

He woke up with a faint ringing in his head. Aeron reached out, expecting warm skin— only to find empty sheets, cold where Mhin should be. He shut his eyes tightly, bitterness pressing into his lips.

The bathroom door creaked open. Mhin stepped out, yawning, hair wild, still naked.

They look at him. He looks at them. He opens his arms. Mhin sighs—long and theatrical—and climbs back into bed, onto him, cheeks pink with something almost shy. They don’t speak.

Later, they leave through the window (typical). Aeron caught them just before they disappeared, hand closing around their sleeve.

He opened his mouth, wanting to tell them to come with him, to abandon this fish smelling, tyrannical wasteland behind. But he didn’t, because Mhin knew things they hadn't told him. So he just stood there like an idiot, just ike the first time they met—speechless.

Mhin sighed. "Don't die out there." 

Aeron shook his head. "Don't die in here"

"I won't."

“Good.” He hesitated. “I’ll... visit.”

"Mm."

Silence again, Aeron still holding them by the sleeve, unwilling to let go.

“For fuck’s sake,” Mhin grabbed him by the collar and kissed him; fierce, fast, final. Then, they were gone, leaping into the grey landscape beyond.

Aeron lingered there a while, biting his bottom lip. He turned around, bag slung over one shoulder; small, but holding all he owned now. That was... an improvement. His new cloak hung around him, warm and coated with the distinct scent of coffee.

He descended the steps of the Wick. Leander met him at the bottom with a firm handshake and a hug, muttering some last-minute advice. Aeron barely heard it, heart still in the window above.

Akachi and Arioch followed him outside. The conversation was light, easy, and distracting. The August air pulled at his hair as they walked. For summer, Eridia was cold.

They reached the outskirts of town, where the caravan waited, wagons creaking and wheels groaning like old bones.

Aeron slowed. So did the others.

Aroich turned to him first, arms already out. “I hate this,” they said, half-laughing through a teary voice.

“I know.” Aeron pulled them in tight. “But you’ll be fine. You always are.”

“You better come back with both eyes and most of your limbs,” Arioch sniffled, voice muffled against his shoulder.

Aeron smiled faintly. “One eye’s negotiable.”

Arioch gave a wet, choked laugh and swatted his arm. “Asshole.”

Akachi stepped forward next, and clasped his hand—not as tightly as Leander had, but with something steadier. “Don’t forget who you are,” she said quietly, looking him in the eyes. “Not out there. Not for anything.”

“I won’t,” he said, and meant it.

She squeezed his hand once more before stepping back.

A caravan hand shouted from the front: “Last call! If you’re going, get on now!”

Aeron turned to look at them one last time.

Arioch wiped their cheeks, still crying. Akachi offered a small nod. Neither of them said goodbye, not really. Just watched him with eyes that said everything else.

He adjusted his bag. Tugged the cloak tighter over his shoulders. And he climbed aboard.

The wagon lurched forward a minute later, wheels groaning into motion. The road stretched out ahead. Behind him, Eridia grew smaller. And somewhere within it, someone had climbed back up in his room, smashing their teary face on his still-warm pillow, maybe.

He didn’t look back.

Miette is @sothissophist's oc. When I wrote Aeron into existence, I thought he'd like the bakery they set up (which you cn see in his character sheet above)

Which makes me wonder... just how many of our MCs I can write into the same timeline?

Raise your hands and say "I" if ya want me to get your MC into this funky little thing!

[and send me their info lol]

[nvxzaa]

── .✦ I love you, I’m sorry

Masterlist

Pairing : Hwang Hyunjin x reader

Word : 802

Genre : angst

Warning : sad…

Système

Hyunjin loves her. For real.

When he first got together with Yn, he thought it would be a one-off. But three years later, he can't see himself living without her.

Really.

And yet...

- I don't think she's as beautiful as she was the day before... She's still beautiful, but she's just...

…Something's not right.

He feels a weight on his shoulders, a crushing pressure. A diffuse feeling he can't put his finger on when he looks at her every morning.

- What do you mean by that?

Chan stares at him, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Hyunjin opens her mouth, but the words get stuck in her throat.

- I feel she's losing confidence in herself," he finally blurts out. She told me...

He inhales deeply, seeing her face again that morning, just before he left for work.

- I didn't really sleep... I had that nightmare again where I see her... the one who promised me she'd cut you out of her life. She's putting her hands on your face, messing with you, and then I see you laughing together... and then I wake up breathless, because she's... she's carrying your child."

Her voice trembled slightly as she mimicked Yn's words.

- After that, she was almost in tears. "My nightmare is so real... It's getting on my nerves."

Chan remains silent for a moment, his gaze grave. Then he turns to Hyunjin, jaw clenched.

- Hyunjin, you've got to tell her.

Hyunjin closes his eyes and sighs.

He knows he has to.

But for once, he wants to be selfish. Because to confess is to lose her. And he doesn't want to lose her. He just can't.

Weeks go by, and he's racked with remorse. Rotted from the inside out.

He spends his days outside, in the dormitory, in the studio. Anywhere but home.

And at night, when he comes home, he takes her in his arms as if he's afraid she'll disappear.

Because that's exactly what it is. He's afraid that one day, when he comes home, she won't be there. And he couldn't bear that.

But the sad thing is... he needs to feel better.

So one evening, when he comes home and sees her there, as beautiful and smiling as ever, his thoughts are jumbled into unbearable chaos.

- Are you here already? I was going to start cooking, but we can order if you're too hungry.

He hasn't even taken off his shoes before the words escape him.

- Yn... I cheated on you.

He confesses. Out of love, but mostly... out of selfishness.

- Last month. With her.

She freezes.

He doesn't even have to say her name. She already knows.

She doesn't cry right away. The shock is too brutal.

Her brain spits out morphine to dull the pain. She freezes. And then...

she smiles.

And seeing that smile brings tears to Hyunjin's eyes. His belly writhes in pain.

She smiled, and time stopped. Like between lightning and thunder. Like between the detonation and the impact of the bullet.

Then she burst into tears.

- I was right all along...

Her voice is too calm. Much too calm.

Hyunjin hurriedly takes off his shoes and jacket. He doesn't even bother to put them away. He almost runs to her, stumbling over his own footsteps.

- I've introduced you to all my family... all my friends...

He grabs her by the cheeks and pulls her close, her face against his chest. He needs to feel her close to him. He doesn't want to see the tears he's caused himself.

- She stole my man... and she stole my...

She doesn't finish her sentence.

Her fists pound against his chest, again and again. With all her might.

Hyunjin doesn't move. He takes it. Because he deserves it. He lowers his head and slowly steps back.

- You waited a month to tell me... It's as if you'd killed me twice.

And after that day, she cried every night for months.

And he... he stayed. Because he had no choice.

Because he didn't want to be any more of a coward than he already was.

- I'm so sorry, Yn...

He whispered it every night, in their bed.

But his apology was like a band-aid on an open fracture.

And then one night, as he walked home from a date with his mother... she was gone.

Not one of her things. Not even her toothbrush.

Only one thing remained: her humidifier, the one she used before bed.

Hyunjin stood frozen in the middle of the apartment. A full apartment, yet it seemed so empty.

Tears roll silently down his cheeks as he understands.

Slowly, he takes his phone out of his pocket.

And he writes, in their group with the other members:

Hyunjin - I've lost her.

[marcmarcmomarc]

Once Upon a Lamp - list of characters

In honor of Once Upon a Studio turning one year old

EXT. THE STEVE JOBS BUILDING - EARLY EVENING

Feature films

Toy Story (Toys)

Woody

Buzz Lightyear

Jessie

Mr. Potato Head

Slinky Dog

Rex

Hamm

Bo Peep

Mrs. Potato Head

Aliens

Bullseye

Mr. Pricklepants

Dolly

Trixie

Buttercup

Chuckles

Stinky Pete

Barbie

Ken

Lots-o-Huggin’ Bear

Big Baby

Twitch

Stretch

Chunk

Sparks

Chatter Telephone

Bookworm

Peas-in-a-Pod

Forky

Giggle McDimples

Ducky

Bunny

Duke Caboom

Gabby Gabby

The Dummies

Billy, Goat, and Gruff

Toy Story (Human side)

Andy Davis

Mrs. Davis

Molly Davis

Sid Phillips

Hannah Phillips

Bonnie Anderson

Bonnie’s Mom

Bonnie’s Dad

Buster

Scud

A Bug’s Life

Flik

Hopper

Princess Atta

Princess Dot

The Queen

Molt

Slim

Heimlich

Francis

Manny

Gypsy

Rosie

Tuck

Roll

P.T. Flea

Dim

Mr. Soil

Dr. Flora

Thorny

Cornelius

Thumper

Aphie

Monsters, Inc.

James P. Sullivan

Mike Wazowski

Boo

Celia Mae

Randall Boggs

Henry J. Waternoose

Johnny Worthington

Scott “Squishy” Squibbles

Don Carlton

Terri and Terry Perry

Art

Tylor Tuskman

Val Little

Fritz

Katherine “Cutter” Sterns

Duncan P. Anderson

Roz

Yeti

Jeff Fungus

Banana Bread

Roger Rogers

Suzy “Sunny” Sunshine

Finding Nemo

Marlin

Dory

Nemo

Hank

The Incredibles

Bob Parr

Helen Parr

Violet Parr

Dashiell Parr

Jack-Jack Parr

Lucius Best

Edna Mode (E)

Buddy Pine

Winston Deavor

Evelyn Deavor

Mirage

Rick Dicker

Voyd

Cars

Lightning McQueen

Tow Mater

Cruz Ramirez

Ratatouille

Remy

Alfredo Linguini

Chef Skinner

Colette Tatou

Django

Emile

Anton Ego

WALL-E

WALL-E

EVE

Captain B. McCrea

John

Mary

M-O

GO-4

The Reject Robots

Hal the Cockroach

Up

Carl Fredricksen

Russell

Dug

Charles Muntz

Alpha

Beta

Gamma

Kevin

Kevin’s Babies

Brave

Merida

Elinor

Fergus

Hamish

Hupert

Harris

Fergus’ Dogs

Angus

The Witch

Maudie

Lord MacGuffin

Lord Macintosh

Lord Dingwall

Young MacGuffin

Young Macintosh

Wee Dingwall

The Witch’s Crow

Conan the Clan Dingwall Hunk

Inside Out (Mindscape)

Joy

Sadness

Anger

Fear

Disgust

Anxiety

Envy

Ennui

Embarrassment

Nostalgia

Paula Persimmon

Xeni

Jean Dewberry

Janelle Johnson

Teen Riley

Rainbow Unicorn

Melatonin

Inside Out (Humans)

Riley Andersen

Jill Andersen

Bill Andersen

Grace Hsieh

Bree Young

Valentina Ortiz

Dani

Ally

Sofia

Nour

Coach Roberts

The Good Dinosaur

Arlo

Spot

Henry

Ida

Buck

Libby

Nash

Ramsey

Butch

Thunderclap

Downpour

Coldfront

Frostbite

Windgust

Bubbha

Lurleane

Pervis

Earl

Forrest Woodbush

Fury

Destructor

Dream Crusher

Debbie

Coco (Land of the Living)

Miguel Rivera

Dante

Abuelita Elena Rivera

Enrique Rivera (Papá)

Luisa Rivera (Mamá)

Tío Berto Rivera

Tía Carmen Rivera

Tía Gloria Rivera

Abuelito Franco Rivera

Abel Rivera

Rosa Rivera

Socorro Rivera

Benny Rivera

Manny Rivera

Coco (Land of the Dead)

Papá Héctor Rivera

Ernesto de la Cruz

Mamá Imelda Rivera

Pepita

Mamá Coco Rivera

Papá Julio Rivera

Tía Rosita Rivera

Tía Victoria Rivera

Tío Óscar Rivera

Tío Felipe Rivera

Onward

Ian Lightfoot

Barley Lightfoot

Laurel Lightfoot

Corey

Colt Bronco

Blazey

Soul (Living World)

Joe Gardener

Libba Gardener

Dez

Dorothea Williams

Curley Baker

Miho Akage

Connie

Melba

Lulu

Soul (The Great Before)

22

Moonwind

Terry

Counselor Jerry A

Counselor Jerry B

Luca

Luca Paguro

Alberto Scorfano

Giulia Marcovaldo

Ercole Visconti

Massimo Marcovaldo

Daniela Paguro

Lorenzo Paguro

Grandma Libera Paguro

Ciccio

Guido

Machiavelli

Turning Red

Meilin Lee

Ming Lee

Miriam Mendelsohn

Abby Park

Priya Mangal

Tyler Nguyen-Baker

Jin Lee

Grandma Wu Lee

Auntie Chen

Lily

Helen

Auntie Ping

Mr. Gao

4*Town

Lightyear

Izzy Hawthorne

Sox

Mo Morrison

Darby Steel

Commander Cal Burnside

Alisha Hawthorne

Kiko Hawthorne

Elemental

Ember Lumen

Wade Ripple

Bernie Lumen

Cinder Lumen

Gale Cumulus

Fern Grouchwood

Clod

Brook Ripple

Harold Ripple

Alan Ripple

Lake Ripple

Eddy Ripple

Marco Ripple

Polo Ripple

Ghibli

Elio

Elio Solis

Ambassador Questa

Ambassador Grigon

Olga Solis

Glordon

OOOOO

Ambassador Helix

Ambassador Tegman

Ambassador Turais

Hoppers

Mabel

King George

Short films

The Adventures of André and Wally B.

André

Wally B.

Luxo Jr.

Luxo Jr.

Luxo Sr.

Red’s Dream

Lumpy

Red

Tin Toy

Tinny

Gumbo

Flip ‘n Beth

Ace

Clocky

Spot

Zoo Train

Chrome Dome

Rallye Guy

Fire Hydrant

Helicopter Sheep

Toypot

Frodo

Bouncy

Eben’s Car

Les

RenderMan

Knick Knack

Knick

Sunny Miami

Sunny Florida

Sunny Egypt

Sunny Jamaica

Sunny Palm Springs

Sunny Israel

Surf Death Valley

Sunny Atlantis

Geri’s Game

Geri

For the Birds

Bluebird Flock

Gawky Bird

Boundin’

Jackalope

Lamb

One Man Band

Bass

Treble

Tippy

Lifted

Stu

Mr. B

Presto

Presto DiGiotagione

Alec Azam

Partly Cloudy

Gus

Peck

Day & Night

Day

Night

La Luna

Bambino

Papà

Nonno

The Blue Umbrella

Blue

Red

Lava

Uku

Lele

Sanjay’s Super Team

Sanjay

Sanjay’s Father

Hanuman

Durga

Vishnu

Piper

Piper

Lou

Lou

J.J.

Bao

Mom

Son

Dad

Cindy

SparkShorts

Purl

Purl

Lacy

Office Bros.

Office Ladies

Kitbull

Kitbull

Dog

Smash and Grab

Smash

Grab

Float

Father

Son

Wind

Ellis

Ellis’ Grandma

Burrow

Rabbit

Badger Landlord

The Rabbit’s Neighbors

Loop

Renee

Marcus

Out

Greg

Jim

Manuel

Greg’s Parents

Gigi

Nona

Nona

Renee

Twenty-Something

Gia

Nicole

Self

Self

TV shows

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

Commander Nebula

Mira Nova

XR

Booster Sinclair Munchapper

Warp Darkmatter

Gravitina

N0S-4-A2

XL

Win or Lose

Coach Dan

Laurie

Rochelle

Kai

Yuwen

Tom

Taylor

Borna

Hannah

Other

THX

Tex

[hazbinsillynight]

Radiostatic week 2024

Day 4 : You almost died!

Like every extermination, the Vees were watching the sinners getting slaughtered, and it was fine. Or at least it was until Alastor got hurt badly. Oh boy, Vox wasn't having it. If someone can kill the radio demon, it would be him, not some overgrow chikenlike cocky angel!

At first, everything was alright. Alastor was simply fighting with the angels like the rest of the crew of this stupid hotel. Yes he was fighting with Adam, the leader of the exorcists but it was fine, he was the radio demon! The most powerful Overlord with him should have been okay. Until it wasn’t.

Vox looked at the TV, frozen in place when he saw the radio demon deeply cut in the chest with his micro-cane broken. His voice wasn’t even emitting radio noise anymore. Vox could feel Velvet and Valentino next to him. They were talking to him if he listened to the static noise and muffled exclamations that resonated in his ears.

Then Adam raised his guitar/ax to the radio demon and Vox saw red. With a flash of lightning, he was now in front of the angel leader, piercing his chest with his claws boosted with electricity. Before the angel could even comprehend what was going on the thunder fell on him ten times stronger than it should be. His wings were burned and he was stunned enough for Vox to take the radio demon elsewhere.

He wasn’t stupid, fighting the leader of the exorcist and protecting Alastor at the same time wasn’t something he could do. He grabbed an angelic weapon during his flee, slaughtered a few angels that were trying to prevent his escape, and zapped into the radio studio. There shouldn’t have been any screen here allowing him to zapp in but he somehow found one. It was a small and ancient TV. Eh if the situation weren’t the one they were in now he wouldn’t stop teasing Alastor about it.

The hotel was in ruins, and even the radio studio was in pieces but even if it fell off the building during the attack Vox could still use it as a hiding for both of them.

“Don’t you dare to die on me Alastor! If there is someone that can kill you here it will be me! Not some cocky and stupid angel that came out of nowhere.” The TV Overlord said before cutting the tuxedo of his nemesis to see the damage.

Alastor hasn't reacted since he came to save his ass. Perhaps he fainted, it was hard to tell since he had his eyes open and wasn’t responding to anything, even when he ripped his shirt off.

“Hey, stupid radio! Wake up dammit!” Vox screamed in one of the micros around him, hoping they would still work. Damn, this guy was so weird sometimes.

Suddenly the red demon closed his eyes before opening them again but with more difficulties this time. He looked around him only to stop his eyes on Vox, confused. The other had a needle and some translucid thread in his hands, he looked at him relieved.

“You? What are you doing here stupid TV? I thought you preferred watching us fight than move.” Alastor said with a bitter tone, trying to get up only to be stopped by Vox.

“Wow wow wow. You’re not going anywhere until I fix this nasty cut you got here.” Vox said, pointing at the chest of his rival. “Now bear it, it’ll hurt.” He added before sewing the two edges of the wound together.

Alastor stayed silent, what Vox was doing wasn’t the best but in Hell, the medical furniture wasn't especially the best. He was an Overlord, he healed fast and the thread would help to maintain the wound close the time it was needed.

“So I know this isn’t the best but the thread came from a hospital. I often have to help fix Val for his bullshit so it’s with me all the time.”

“What are you doing here Vox?” Alastor asked again, not sure of the reason the other Overlord had.

The TV Overlord kept silent, the only sound that could be heard in the studio was the static of both the TV and radio. With a heavy sigh, Vox finally started talking.

“You almost died, Alastor. Was I just supposed to watch you die on camera by a stupid angel?”

Alastor remained silent, looking at the other demon, conflicted. Vox looked miserable and he wasn’t even the one who'd been fighting. He was covered with Golden angel blood, his iconic jacket had been torn out and one of his arms was bleeding, as if someone pierced it with a spear. That probably happened.

“I suppose not…” Alastor said, his iconic voice coming back.

Vox smiled when he heard his rival speaking on the radio again. He was safe, he was okay and now he roasted this stupid angel, the princess and her father should be able to kick his ass correctly.

“I’m just glad you’re safe.”

[chassie48]

Be my darling: Yandere vampire Law x Black fem oc

A vampire Law becomes obsessed with a human Andrea.

Warnings: Talks about murder.

The rest of the chapters. Next chapter.

Chapter 1 mystery guy

(Andrea POV)

At the beginning of my senior year of high school I decided to move out of my grandfather's house and live alone in a studio apartment. My grandfather and my grandpa weren't abusive or anything. I just want to live alone and be independent by the time I go to college. 

Living by myself was good at first because I can walk around my apartment in my underwear and not have to worry about anyone seeing me. I can spend my money on stuff that I need for myself or stuff that I want and not have to worry about getting a lecture about how I should spend my money from my grandpa.

And I don’t have to share my snacks or my food with anyone. I really liked living alone and I didn’t have any problems with it until the month of my birthday. December the first I had this weird dream about a guy who was wearing a white polka dot cap, a shirt that barely covered his tattooed chest, and a polka dot jeans.

He had a beard that covered his chin, but it wasn’t long, and he had gray eyes that looked like it could kill you. In my dream he would smile at me and call me beautiful and then when he touched my cheek he would try to attack me with a sword until I dodge it and run away from him.

He would chase after me and tell me to stop running, but I would ignore him and keep running. Then something would block me and before he could kill me with the sword I woke up. When I woke up that night I remember my neck was so sore to the point I felt like I was going to die.

So, I went to the restroom and looked at the mirror to check it and I saw a horrifying scene. My neck had a bite mark followed by a bunch of bruises. At first I thought it was a bug bite and it was coming from the new neighbors beside me, so I went to the doctor.

The doctor gave me medicine for it and then I went home and cleaned everything in my apartment. After that day the buries and the bite mark on my neck kept getting worse to the point they weren’t just on my neck they were in other places too.

Like my shoulders, my arms, and my legs. I couldn’t wear crop tops, skirts, and shorts anymore unless I covered the buries with makeup and I will have to get up early to do that which causes me to doze off in class and at work.

I kept getting in trouble at school and at work, so I hired a bug exterminator to check if there were bugs in the apartment. When they came in they basically told me there weren't any bugs in the apartment and the bite mark and buries I had wasn’t caused by a bug, but an animal which is weird because I didn’t have any animals in my apartment.

After the bug exterminator visit I really thought there was an animal in the house until the day of my birthday. That morning of my birthday I was really excited because my grandfather and grandpa were taking me to an all you can eat pasta buffet for dinner. 

I was getting ready for school and tried my best to look extra pretty that day because my friends Nami, Robin, Perona, Lilith, and Tashigi were planning to take me out for lunch. As I was getting ready I heard someone knock on my door. 

I opened it and saw a bunch of makeup products, a huge teddy bear, and all of my favorite chocolates and chips. I thought my little sister JM sent me all of those gifts until I grabbed the card from the teddy bear and read it. 

~ Andrea when I looked at you it was like I was being struck by lightning. You make my heart beat again. Your flesh and blood taste so sweet I couldn’t get enough of it. I’m sorry if I went a little overboard, sweetheart. But, next time when I visit you tonight I will try to be a little gentle with your delicate skin. I hope you like the gift, my beautiful darling.~

~Happy birthday- from your sweet L~

I was so creeped out by that letter to the point I felt like I was being watched and I wasn’t safe at night. I kept getting nightmares of a guy with a polka dot cap. I kept getting buries and bites marks on my body and I kept getting creepy gifts from that L guy.

I felt like the guy who is in my nightmare is the same guy who keeps sending me gifts. I didn’t tell my family nor my friends about this because I really don’t want anybody in my business like that. And I felt like if I told my grandparents they would make me live with them again. 

I was thinking about going to the Navy police, but they won’t do anything if it isn't life threatening. So, I brought cameras and put them around my apartment except for the restroom and connected them to my computer.  

And when it was night time I went to sleep. Next morning I went to my computer and found nothing, and a new bite mark had showed up on my neck. Well, anyways right now it is lunch time and I’m sitting with my friends Perona, Tashigi, and Nami.

We were talking about Perona's ridiculous love life. Like, girl I could understand you saving another girl from her boyfriend, but why do you have to sleep with another girl boyfriend?

Seriously, Perona, you really need to stop that before you get yourself kill.

Tashigi told her while she rolls her eyes while texting that stupid guy.

Does he at least have money?

Nami asked her and I shook my head while twirling my pasta.

Of course, his parents are fucking loaded and he said that once he he will inherit everything that his parents have.

She said while I gave her the bitch are you stupid look.

You do know that he is lying and if he isn't lying he wouldn't give you anything because you are a side piece.

I ate my pasta while she playfully glared at me.

Andrea, he is planning to leave his girlfriend for me, so don't worry and he is not lying because I rode in one of his parents' cars this morning.

She said while she went back to texting him again.

Was he in the driver seat or was it one of his friends?

His friend was in the driver seat, but it was still his car.

Then he is lying to you.

Nami, me, and Tashigi started laughing while Perona's face turned red like a tomato.

Nami, he is not lying!

She yelled while a girl with short pink hair with purple stripes in her hair walked up to our table with two other girls behind her. 

Hey, are you the girl who's been messing with my boyfriend, Gladiator?

The girl asked Perona while Perona smirks at the girl.

Yes, I’ve been talking to Glad.

You bitch!

The girl then grabs Perona's hair and drags her to the ground. Tashigi was about to stop it until Nami stopped her and signaled a teacher to stop the fight.

The teacher then quickly rushed over and pulled the girl off of Perona and walked away. Man I was hoping the girl can whop Perona ass a little longer, so that Perona can at least learn a lesson to stay out of people relationships.

Why didn't you guys help me?

Perona asked while we ignored her and kept eating our food. A couple of hours later I was in my last period class listening to music because my teacher was too tired to teach us.

Hey, Andrea, meet my friend Law.

Lilith and the guy who was in my dream was standing next to her with a smile on his face.

It is so nice to finally meet you, Andrea.

Then all of a sudden my body froze and my heart kept breathing faster. Why is he here?

-The end:)

I'm sorry about the late updates. I have been busy with school and work. I might update my fashionable darling, my little nepo baby, and the bet this coming week or the week after that because I might be busy this coming week, I'm not sure. I hope you guys enjoy this:)

[biglenny93]

I get inspired too easily. I stumbled upon @silverbelle1220’s dorm but couldn’t see the pictures, so I watched a YouTube video on building a dorm to get a general understanding. That made me download and install Engelhardt Hall, and I love its design so much that I ended up building a dorm of my own.

Without much further ado, I introduce you to my dorm: Evans Memorial Hall.

Here's the exterior and entrance.

The first door’s main hallway. Notice there are two elevators at the end leading to the second floor. The dorms I lived in while at college had elevators, so I thought, why not use them instead of stairs?

Another hallway leading to…

The ballet studio. OK, this is a rather odd room I built because I just wanted to add something unique to my dorm.

Cafeteria.

Living room. Aside from the TV, it has a piano, violin, and easel.

Library. It also has chess tables.

Computer room.

Games room, where sims can dance to the stereo or play group games like Myshuno, mahjong, and Don’t Wake the Llama.

Second floor main hallway. The arches on both sides lead to hallways with four dorm rooms and a bathroom for each.

Dorm room. Each has a single bed, dresser, desk, desk chair, bookshelf, mini-fridge, microwave oven, smoke alarm, lamp, and mirror. I make the rooms plain so players can decorate them however they like.

Bathrooms.

Roof. It has a few solar panels to prove that its electricity source is green. I added two lightning rods so I can pretend they prevent the dorm from being damaged by lightning. Oh, and there’s an atmospheric forecaster because it kinda looks like an antenna.

Bird’s eye view of each floor. Apparently, I have a thing for ceiling fans.

Bear in mind that I have all EPs and SPs installed. Most of the objects I use for the cafeteria come from Pets. The dorm room furniture and mirrors come from the IKEA SP. The lightning rod and atmospheric forecaster come from Seasons. The mahjong table comes from Bon Voyage. The ballet barre and Don’t Wake the Llama Table come from FreeTime. The solar panels come from the Mansion & Garden SP. The only “CC” I use are the prima ballerina poster from the FreeTime pre-order bonus and the NOMINELL chair from the IKEA SP pre-order bonus.

Anyway, if anyone wants to give feedback on their overall impressions of the building and what I need to work on, feel free to do so. If anyone wants to playtest it, just say the word and I’ll DM you the link. I already played with it for a bit, but I’m not confident enough to put the link available for everyone yet.

Shoutout to @silverbelle1220 and SIMSLEX on YouTube for inspiring me to build my dorm with their own.

[idiototheinternet]

Infodump about the ideas for the highschool idol au

So. Character info.

Cross: His dad is the principal (but they aren't on such bad terms, they just don't get along the best), he lives on campus with Ink (this is kinda a private school situation, you live in the dorms, but the uniform isn't really enforced by anyone but the actual principal, and it's usually just a stern warning.) and he may have some gender dysphoria, because I enjoy jumping on the bandwagon of using Cross as a punching bag. He wears the uniform pretty consistently, with a gold locket under the tie. He does always insist on wearing red Chuck Taylors all the time, which is the only pop of color on him other than the red scar on his cheek he got from falling down a hill as a kid. He was forcibly added to the band as secondary vocals and drums

Killer: Chaotic, loud, and possessing some godforsaken mix between a Cockney and a Boston accent that sounds surprisingly good when used to sing, he's the epitome of everything Cross isn't. He enjoys ghibli movies, my melody, and cats, but also feels like a bolt of lightning. When he actually wears the uniform, it's usually with a signature studded leather jacket with pins in it. he never takes the jacket off. if he isn't wearing the school uniform, it's usually a shirt with Kel holding an orange joe or a cat hoodie under the jacket. His voice and outgoing nature got him the spot as the lead vocals and guitar.

Horror: He doesn't speak much, but when he does, it's slow, and full of thought. He likes to make food for people, and one of the first things he said to Dust was "Do you like pie." (much slower, but you get my point.) He never really wears the uniform, and everyone is fine with that, i don't think he's even met the principal. The best bear hugs in the school come from him. He plays bass.

Dust: He speaks snarkily to combat Killer, or to help Nightmare talk him out of a terrible plan to get that one guy finger drumming and mouthing the words to Fine to come and play. He wears the uniform sometimes, but always finds something to make it different, never removing his scarf.

Nightmare: He writes the lyrics to all the songs they sing, and drills everyone on the lyrics matching the beat exactly. EMO B- He always insists on visiting this one coffee shop, and always either wears casual wear or a full suit like

And high heels. He's hot and he knows it.

Error: Works on audio editing, and seems to be getting gradually more interested in theater. if you think he wears anything but his pajamas, you're wrong. Bro learned how to code a free no download version of FL studio, but won't do his math homework.

Ink: Ultimate art and theater kid, does everything, always covered in paint. how does he manage this. Pretty good grades, and he can sing well, but he usually keeps his singing to himself and this one guy who used to go to school with him.

Dream: Writes scripts, and plays smaller character parts, very gay for blue. That's all I can really say without having a whole ass essay.

Blue: Builds the sets for plays, and finds ways to get the school budget large enough to get all the materials for the plays.

Ccino(I'm just gonna refer to him as coffee guy until nightmare actually learns his name): works at the only good campus food store/cafe, and makes, and I quote "The only black coffee that you can actually enjoy"-Noot noot joku, 2023(/24, Idk when he'll say that.)

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Twelve: Indie-Flexor

Everything was blue. Max liked it that way but Mitch wasn't so sure.

There were other colours in the rainbow. Mitch knew this well as he mixed them up and created artworks from the entire spectrum. Therein lay the key concept - mixing it up. Sometimes it felt like the pair were still in their university flat, always working towards the next thing and never stopping to smell the violets. Blue, again! - Mitch imagined a garden of other flowers. Velvety roses from the Lost in Love Hedge Maze. Dandelions bursting through city streets. Those ones that looked like dancing ladies wearing bulbous dresses, only found in the finest front gardens (that gave him an idea for a new painting).

Mitch realised the hypocrisy of his blues - his own hair had borne the brightest of its shades for years now and he still liked the icy lenses of his sunglasses (it gave him an edge at Deh'Javu Modern Art Museum cocktail nights). He simply looked at Max's matching bandana, blazer and tee one night while reading and realised there could indeed be such a thing as too much blue.

The colour conundrum had to be removed from the canvas when Max was struck by lightning on his way to work. In the hospital waiting room, he seemed more worried about missing his shift than becoming a brief lightning rod and bearing blackened marks as a result. Apparently Mr Mann would be livid to not have his driver for the evening. Well, Mitch had spoken to Mr Mann before, and while the old man was dismissive, he was only human. He had to understand that one couldn't just shake this off and get behind the wheel.

Max continued to stare into the distance as Mitch reassured him. A crumpled, charcoaled piece of material hung from his fist - the remains of the bandana that bore the brunt of the strike.

A nurse finally fetched Max and Mitch followed, thinking of Tramp, safe at home in their studio apartment.

The hospital walls around them begged for a coat of paint.

[ozark-shaker]

I'm Doing Bear Science

So my question is Who ACTUALLY did the voice for Teddi Barra in the original version of the show?

Nearly all the available information says that it was Patsy Stoneman who did the voice for Teddi. Given that I've spent the past month and a half pretty much only listening to the Stonemans, I believe that it is NOT Patsy.

Here is Teddi:

Under the cut is my evidence and my conclusion, BEHOLD

Here is my evidence: If you listen to this track by the Stonemans, it starts with studio chatter, mainly Patsy, talking about the track. The singing comes from the same direction that Patsy is talking in the beginning. Patsy was also older than Donna and Roni (which IMO you can hear in her voice). Their version of Wildwood Flower is sung by Patsy too.

THEN, if you listen to their version of All The Guys That Turn Me On Turn Me Down, I think that whoever sings this is who voiced Teddi. I believe that Roni is doing lead, meaning that by process of elimination it's Donna doing backing vocals.

Additionally, In All Honesty, Dawn of the Stoneman's Age and California Blues were all recorded BEFORE CBJ. (In 1969, and early 1970 respectively)

Here's snippets from a biography about the Stonemans (SOURCE) and a quote from a blog post (SOURCE)

Another video source that I think backs this up is this clip of the Stonemans doing a track called 'White Lightning'

Here you will see Van asking 'Grand Ol Opry stars' what they think of White Lightning, and first up is 'Kitty Wells': the vocals here being Roni.

Personally, I think that her voice is closer to that of Teddi than Patsy.

HOWEVER HOWEVER: Here is the kicker; a spanner in the works!

So someone basically just assumed it was Patsy because that was the first female name they saw associated with the Stonemans. Which is another point pour MOI. (They also did NOT do their research properly because if they had looked, they would know that there were three sisters in the band at the time they recorded CBJ: Patsy, Donna and Roni.) (SOURCE)

So my CONCLUSSY is that it is Roni who did the voice for Teddi Barra.

Bonus photo. Patsy (Top), Roni, Donna and Van (Middle), Jimmy (Bottom)

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY BEAR TALK!

[cxrsedmuse]

001. in miserable destruction kaya lockwood: one-shot timeline: after the masquerade

The half breed refused to cry. She refused to feel bad for what she'd done to her friend by mistake. The look in Hope's eyes when she fought back, Kaya knew she reveled in causing her that pain. But for Kaya, hurting Hope had been completely unintentional, a mere explosion of demonic power fueled by her rage. A thread SNAPPING on her resolve.

They'd always agreed to leave the fighting to their fathers, but Kaya just couldn't take it anymore. She had to say something. And the outcome, well... she hadn't expected that. Honestly, she hadn't even known she was capable of harm like that, didn't know the power existed within her at all. It was just another thing to shove deep down, to ignore.

When she finally got back to her apartment, alone and without comfort, she was ready to slip off her dress and get under the covers. Assuming fetal position for several hours would definitely solve the issue, right? But the painting she's picked up from the gallery earlier that morning stared at her from across the room.

The soft flowers, the kind look on Hope's face. All painted with her best friend in mind. Even the lightning strike and the looming storm captured the tribrid perfectly. It truly was a beautiful painting, but she couldn't bear to look at for another second. Not when the rage coursed through her veins. Not when her heart beat so fast it felt as if it would burst.

Anger needed an outlet, and this was hers. The studio apartment was small, the kitchen fairly close to the bed. She pulled a pair of shears from one of the drawers and gripped them with one hand, wielding them like a dagger.

The shears easily went through the canvas, stabbing through the sky on the side opposite Hope's face. She dragged them down slowly, creating a large rip. Then, tossing the scissors aside, she put one hand on each side of the rip and pulled, HARD.

That same power called to her from deep within, and this time she let it in freely, let it take her over. Her eyes darkened and a small flame started in the corner of the canvas. It moved slowly consuming Hope's boots first and working up toward her face. A face that Kaya had spent hours and hours perfecting, only to watch it burn up with a hungry gaze.

She would have let the whole apartment complex burn to the ground if the smoke alarm hadn't jolted her out of the haze that threatened to swallow her whole.

"Shit, shit," she said, and as she did, the power melted away and the fire went out, like it'd never been there. But she knew, and the scorch mark across the canvas stood as a reminder of just what the demon was capable of.

[ninjacreature]

dont mind me dumping a buncha au art into this post along with like half an explanation because i wanna use one of these designs as an icon for spooky month

anyways. the au is basically What If Chen Owned The Movie Studio That Made The Fritz Donnegan Movies. And What If Dareth And Gayle Were Former Actors

several of these r unfinished so bear w me here please

to explain the creechur boy dareth is the elemental master of beasts in this au and he can turn into any creature which does not match his own default species. this is very useful for practical effects

the gold teeth indicate your rank in chen’s organization, basically your number of gold fangs is a sign of ur status

i talked a little abt this a while ago w @legofreak33 (i hope you dont mind the @ here ajdnajdnns) including the fact that dareth n gayle r besties who bully each other forever

ill probably explain more abt the au in other posts idk

ill explain dareth’s lightning scars later dont worry abt it (everybody i drew the teeth of has em too but in different places)

anyways now to draw an icon of 3rd movie beastie dareth

[fearsmagazine]

DREAMS OF DRACULA: AN IMMERSIVE VAMPIRE MASQUERADE Debuts This October in New York City

 Prepare to experience the legendary tale of Dracula like never before! This Halloween, Never More Immersive (the innovative theatrical experience production company), Bucket Listers (the popular media experience brand behind the New York Bucket List) and Musica, the largest nightclub in New York City have joined forces to recreate the storied Dracula universe as a brand new vampire theatrical.

Dreams of Dracula: An Immersive Masquerade Experience will feature two floors and six rooms across 25,000 square feet, a choose-your-own adventure journey through history’s most famous vampire. This innovative production of the beloved Bram Stoker classic will begin previews September 22nd and open October 4th in Hell’s Kitchen (Musica NYC: 637 W 50th Street, New York, NY 10019) and play through November 11th.

Guests are invited to step into the dreamtime, the shadow world between sleep, nightmares, and ecstasy. Bear witness to a secret society of the dark arts and explore a world beyond the borders of conscious reality: terror, forbidden desires, and hypnotic dreams await. Expect an evening that not only retells the gothic Dracula story, but encases it amongst the very Dark Romantic literary traditions that inspired Stoker himself. Walk through the darkness and come face to face with the likes of the Brides Of Dracula, or maybe even Mary Shelley and Lord Byron. Or take in the entrancing seductions of Dracula’s ballet as it unfolds around you. 

Dreams of Dracula is a heady mix of immersive theater, dance, and decadent masquerade. With the language and symbols of dreams woven throughout the show, guests might encounter having their own dreams analyzed, lend their hand in co-writing a gothic ghost story, or have a poem composed in tribute to their beauty. Guests 21+ will also be granted access into the Oscar Wilde Salon to imbibe in a variety of decadent themed cocktails where they will be entertained by Oscar and his very wilde friends! A custom Dreams of Dracula app built by Shivoo Studios will allow guests to further interact with their dreams as an augmented reality post experience after the show.

Friday and Saturday nights are Black Tie affairs. For all other performances, basic black will be required for admission. Fabulous gothic or Victorian costumes are also very much encouraged. All guests will be provided with their own mask based on their ticket level. Black masks for GA tickets, gold for VIP, and platinum for very special guests who purchase one of two private boxes available. Private boxes feature a luxurious private room graced with two way mirrors, so our box guests can watch the story unfolding, but remain unseen, in their own private space. The box also features bottle service, a dedicated attendant, and exclusive interactions with the cast. Tickets will be available exclusively through Bucket Listers. Join the waitlist now and be first to receive notification of on sale. Full ticket and show run details available here.

WHAT: Dreams of Dracula: An Immersive Masquerade Experience Written and Directed by Jonathan Albert and Nicole Coady Choreography by Arianne Meneses General Management by Mott/Fischer Productions WHERE: Musica NYC 637 W 50th Street, New York, NY 10019 WHEN: Previews begin: September 22nd Open: October 4th - November 11th DETAILS: Must be 18+ to enter. All sales are final. No refunds or exchanges. Be Warned: Hypnosis, tarot readings, scary tales, darkness, flashing lights, thunder, lightning, and blood will be a part of the experience

[low-key-theatre]

Shows I went to saw on my 2024 Disney trip

- Walt Disney's Carousel of Progress

- Country Bear Musical Jamboree (reimagined )

- Disney Festival of Fantasy Parade

- Luminous The Symphony of Us

- Forces of Nature by AntiGravity at EPCOT

- The American Adventure

- Muppet*Vision 3D

- It's Tough to be a Bug!

- Beauty and the Beast – Live on Stage

- Indiana Jones™ Epic Stunt Spectacular!

- Mickey’s Magical Friendship Faire

- The Hall of Presidents

- Festival of the Lion King

- Finding Nemo: The Big Blue... and Beyond!

- The Dapper Dans

- Happily Ever After at Magic Kingdom

- Disney Movie Magic at Hollywood Studios

- Wonderful World of Animation at Hollywood Studios

- Lightning McQueen's Racing Academy

- For the First Time in Forever: A Frozen Sing-Along Celebration

- Monsters Inc. Laugh Floor

- Disney Adventure Friends Cavalcade

- Walt Disney's Enchanted Tiki Room

What I am and am not counting as a show is kinda down to vibes. Like Spaceship Earth is Iconic but more a ride than a show. And then there’s shows like Mickey's PhilharMagic where it’s mostly on a screen which I’m not counting but there is a Donald’s rear end animatronic but I don’t see that as being enough to count it.