#*mushu voice*I LIVE

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Is the contract fulfilled?

CW: Blood

Zhongli knows when a contract is fulfilled. It is true bliss. As he runs his pole arm through Dainsleif he expects to feel the weight lifted from his shoulders and relief wash over him. Instead it almost seems as though his pole arm is even heavier in his palm. 

Another lives. 

And one glance at your bleary red eyes tells him everything he needs to know. His hunch was correct. In truth, he's known from the very beginning. He just... he turned a blind eye. For you. 

Only you. 

But now... now he stands at a crossroads.

Just as fulfilling a contract fills the archon with relief, leaving one unfulfilled... knowing that he could finish it. It will eat at him, like tiny termites at a solid oak.

Why?

Why did it have to be you?

Of all people...

A crossroad.

A choice.

His duty?

Or his love?

Both aspects of his life...

that will kill him

to live without.

Zhongli raises his bloodstained spear.

The guardian's blood glistens as it rolls down the blade.

The end is nigh. The cool steel whispers to him.

“No…” 

You can’t look at him. 

Perhaps…

Perhaps you hold just as much blame. 

You chose to ignore the feelings of guilt, betrayal, rot and sin. 

This man–

No.

This god, the one who stands before you, he killed your people. He condemned your entire race, not to die

But to live. 

To suffer.

To be slaughtered.

As thought the curse alone hadn’t been enough. 

And in this moment, you can’t seem to remember how you came to fall in love with this… this god. Between your choked sobs, and your locked arm as the only support holding you up against the over bearing pressure of the ground, 

The walls,

The ceiling.

Oh gods…

They’re closing in on you. 

How? 

You can hear Dainsleif’s voice scratch your conscience like a serrated knife on your skull. 

How could you betray us like this?

You squeeze your eyes shut even tighter and dig your nails into the ground until they bleed. 

Or maybe you’re not actually digging that hard. 

Maybe the ground is the killer. 

Maybe you’re about to be its next victim. 

His next victim. 

Neither of you can bring yourselves to look at each other. 

What force is so powerful as to blindside an archon and a demon? 

And how can that same force practically disappear like a single droplet hiding inside a body of water?

Just get it over with. You both think to yourselves at the same time.

The end is nigh. The nightmares whisper to you both. 

I’m sorry

You both finally say. 

A loud clang rings out across the cavern. It is not followed by any other noises. 

The walls. They’ve stopped closing in. 

The spear. It feels lighter– no. It does not rest in its wielder's hands. 

The spirits go quiet. But they do not sleep. 

There is no rest for the wicked.

The cavern feels full and empty at the same time. 

Filled to the brim with feelings of all sorts. Anguish, betrayal, death, and love. 

Empty of life. Of joy. Of hope. Of pain. 

Or perhaps…

The cavern does not feel anything. 

Absolutely nothing at all. 

“Fascinating,” whispers the onlooker from afar.

[merulanoir]

Wyrmwood Witch

Chapter 3: Presumptions

Chapter 4: Temper

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Still alive!!! Finally have again some stable-ish internet connection. We'll see how long that's gonna last! Wish me luck!

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time: 1.31am (the time my dog woke me up today by jumping in my bed😅), location: Kensington palace , character: David and Alex please 🙏🏾 🐶, song lyric for vibes, discard if you don't like: "feels so good to be alive" 🌅 (from Beyonce's Be Alive Oscar performance 🎾💚🌻)

my ao3 is this same name but with underscores (the_marathon_continues )

no pressure if you can't get to this I'm sure you're inundated with requests!

*mushu voice* I LIVE hello i am in a two week lull of normal work hours so i have both time and brain space after a freaking month to write more and your prompt was the next at bat! i hadn't seen the oscars performance so that was cool to look up and see. i hope you love this little moment with my favorite boy. and alex.

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1:31am, kensington

Henry’s stuck at some royal event, one that Alex wasn’t invited to attend, and Alex is fucking bored. He can’t sit still enough to watch something, there’s no chores to do since he’s stuck in Kensington waiting for Henry to come back, and he doesn’t have any schoolwork for once. And yes, it’s after one in the morning, but he certainly isn’t sleeping. It’s only when David pads into the monstrosity that is Henry’s gilded bedroom, that Alex’s brain lights up with glee.

A quick rummage through Henry’s closet (oh, the irony) and a text conference with Bea, Nora, and June, and Alex has a plan. David’s a good sport through all of the outfits Alex puts him in, placidly allowing the infringement upon his dignity and obligingly staying still for the camera. 

He starts with a black bow tie collar Henry had lying around and fashions two shirt cuffs out of an old white shirt of Henry’s to go around David’s front legs. A strategically placed pistol emoji on the most debonair picture of David and the tribute to Arthur as James Bond is sent off to the group chat. That one’s just for the family's eyes.

Alex finds giant sparkly sunglasses shaped like flowers (left behind by Pez, surely) and slaps a super bright filter on top. He posts it to Instagram with the caption Elton Paws. He spends way too long making a black vest, white shirt, and black belt for David, wanting to get as close to the iconic look as possible. David’s unimpressed face looks out from the photo with the caption I’ve got a bad feeling about this. A cardigan from one of Bea’s old dolls and David’s own booties for cold days sitting next to him complete the Mr. Rogers costume. Please won’t you be my neighbor? With a fit of giggles, he removes the booties from the shot, adds the tiny crown Henry pretends he didn’t buy for his dog and takes another photo. He adds a photo of Henry in a similar cardigan as the second photo. The third photo on the post is just the meme from The Office where Pam says ‘they’re the same picture.’” Alex spends another ten minutes color washing a normal picture of David with bright purple, solely so he can make a Courage the Cowardly Dog joke.

He doesn’t bother checking any of the comments, fuck if people think he’s being ridiculous. Alex built this life; he’s found his person (and his dog). He managed to create something beautiful for himself all on his own, despite being thrust into the public eye. He and Henry came out the other side of the leak with their relationship and futures intact and shining brighter than ever. They’ve spent long enough putting on their best faces in public—it’s about time people remembered that he’s twenty-fucking-three. If he can’t dress his dog up in ridiculous costumes and post them on the internet like everyone else on the fucking planet, then what is the world coming to?

And alex is so fucking proud of his life, both separate and intertwined with Henry’s. They can weather any storm and forget anyone who says their relationship isn’t what love looks like. Someday, they won’t have to split their lives over two continents. Someday, it’ll be a given, an if/then statement: If Henry, then Alex. They’ve been fighting for something resembling normalcy since way before the emails leaked. They’ve dealt with depression and being outed, with a long-awaited ADHD diagnosis and the pressures of their families and countries. They’ve hustled and worked and bent over backwards for the public for years. If the general population has a problem with them occasionally being ridiculous about their pet? Fuck ‘em.

It feels amazing to be goofy, to act like the young adult he is, to not run every single tidbit by a publicist or handler, to do something dumb with his dog because he misses his boyfriend. So Alex will keep on dressing David up in whatever strikes his fancy and posting the results. If nothing else, Henry will love the results.

an instagram post: 

[pic of david in a ridiculous costume, alex beaming with tongue out and peace signs while he holds david up for a selfie]  when dad is away, we will play.

[victoria-daydreams]

The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Seven: The Lady Hightower Part II

AN: I LIVE *in mushu voice*. I know took me awhile again, but the bills don’t pay themselves unfortunately. This is a long one folks, hope you like it and buckle up. Has not been proofread (I’m exhausted), we die like men.

Trigger Warning: SMUT - MINORS DNI, age gap, mentions of infertility

Word Count: 6.4k

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Summary: Three blissful years of being Lady Hightower pass and questions, whispers, and unwanted noses begin to worm themselves into Jesmyn’s marriage due to a particular matter. Or more specifically, lack thereof. It all comes to a head during a hunting trip where Jesmyn gains an unlikely ally in her midst.

Chapter Eight: Wifely Duties

116 AC, Westeros

A deep, peaceful silence hung upon the early noon air. The quiet was disturbed only by the soft creak of wooden wheels rolling, the clopping of four sets hooves trotting against the dirt road, and the occasional page turning of a book. Inside the carriage sat two travelers, a husband and wife.

“If it pleases you, I can you give another book,” Otto said, waking Jesmyn from her daze.

She blinked her eyes a few times, the interior of the carriage coming into view. Dark red velvet lined the seats, the sides and doors were left bare, matching the silver exterior.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’ve been staring at the same page for quite some time now,” he remarked, with an amused expression. “I shall keep my book recommendations to myself, my lady wife is none too impressed,” he noted, lightly laughing.

A strained smile appeared on Jesmyn’s face as she shut the book, gently placing it down on the plush cushioned bench. Turning her head, she stared out the decorative grated window scanning the passing countryside as their carriage moved down the road. An audible sigh came from Jesmyn, her face pinched and lips pursed. She had a restless night sleep. The knots of anxiety in her stomach kept her awake, tossing and turning.

“My love,” Otto called softly. “I beg of you, tell me what troubles thee. You have not been yourself this week,” he said, snapping his own book shut.

Jesmyn didn’t respond immediately to her husband. Instead, she remained stony faced and kept her focus on the trees who’s leaves were aflame with red, purple, and gold. After another moment of silence she finally turned away from the window to glance at Otto, his entire face a mask of concern.

“Unburden yourself Jesmyn,” he pleaded, eyes filled with worry.

Jesmyn’s expression was uncertain, her eyes wavering before she shook her head from side to side. Uneasiness crept into her stomach causing her to shiver. The carriage ride was making her want to lose her breakfast.

“If not for me, then for you,” he said, with care to his voice as he can tell that she was troubled by something.

She took a moment, gathering her courage. Her fists clutched her richly decorated emerald gown.

"Otto? Are you….happy with me? As your wife?" Jesmyn asked, her voice hesitant.

Instantly, his expression softened, “More than I can put into words. I’ve never been happier Jesmyn,” he declared, his face lighting up.

“Despite, me not bearing you a child?” she pushed, trying to swallow her words.

“Yes, for I haven’t asked that of you—”

“It doesn’t matter if you asked me of it, it’s expected!” she snapped, her nostrils flaring slightly.

Otto's brows raised, stunned by her sudden outburst as an uncomfortable silence poured into the carriage. After recovering from the initial shock, Otto stared at Jesmyn and quickly she dropped her gaze to the floor. The back of Jesmyn's neck felt hot and wet with embarrassment.

“Forgive me, Husband. It’s unfair of me to take my frustrations out on you,” she apologized, exhaling heavily.

“Is this what has been bothering you, Jesmyn? Otto asked, trying to move back into her line of vision.

“Yes,”

Still avoiding his gaze, Jesmyn nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a gentle touch on her knee. Her eyes shot up, meeting a pair a gentle blue eyes.

“Come here,” Otto beckoned.

Silently, she quirked an eyebrow at the demand, but rose from her seat. However, just as she stepped forward, the carriage rolled over what must have been a deep hole in the road caused the carriage to jolt. Jesmyn was sent her flailing into Otto’s arms with a tiny squeal. Jesmyn’s fingers tightly clutched themselves into his cape, akin to a death grip. It made a smile appear from underneath Otto's mustache and beard.,

“Where is this all coming from Jesmyn?” he asked, gently running across her cheek.

“Tongues are wagging in court, Otto,” she answered, leaning into his touch.

“Name them and I’ll shall have them silenced,”

“And give them the satisfaction of knowing their words bother me?” she asked, with a scoff. “I think not,” she said, shaking her head.

“What words are these tongues speaking?”

“The lack children I haven’t had,” she explained. “For three years, we’ve been husband and wife, and there’s nothing to show for it,” she continued, placing her hand on her stomach. “Do you know what they say about me when they think I’m not listening? When I’m not present?” she asked. "'The Lady Hightower, so young and vivacious, but as barren as an old maid'," she recited, her lips tightening into a bitter smile.

Otto’s jaw clenched, his temples rippling with anger, “You remain steadfast on your decision of no tongues being cut?”

With a faint smile, Jesmyn nodded her head, “We have coupled with each other many times, Husband,” she continued. “Yet, you…you never finish inside me, Otto,” she remarked.

Gently, he took her hand in his, “It was my belief, you did not want me to,” Otto answered, stroking his finger along her skin. “When you spoke of your aunt and her fate, there was this terror in your eyes,” he recalled. “As your husband, it is my duty to love, honor, and protect you. Not instill fear within you,” he said, bringing their joined hands to his lips and kissing her knuckles.

“And as your wife, my duty is to bear you children,” she countered easily. “The next time we join with each other, I want you to…finish in me,” she requested, feeling strange having to say such a sentence aloud.

Otto only hummed in response, “Is this my wife speaking her wishes, or is this the members of the court?” he asked.

“Both,” she answered honestly. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when Aegon is in my arms,” Jesmyn remarked. “Secretly, you wish it was a child of our own,”

“I cannot deny such a sight was pleasing to me,” Otto admitted.

“Then, I shall not deny you any longer, Husband,”

A smile broke out on Otto’s face before his lips planted themselves onto of her forehead.

“Do you mean it?”

“I do,”

With a grin, Jesmyn laid her head down on his shoulder, nestling into the crook of his neck. Softly, he kissed the top of her head again. Jesmyn wished they could be alone like this all the time. She would give anything for such a dream to be bestowed on them. But alas, that was far-fetched and unrealistic. So, she would settle for the private moments like these, it made them much more cherishable. For the first time in a week, all the racing thoughts in her mind were quiet. She was at ease and with the gentle rocking of the carriage, Jesmyn believed she would be able to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

"How did I ever get to be so lucky to have met someone as beautiful as you?”

Jesmyn raised her head, "My handsome Otto," she began, cupping his cheek with her hand. "I am the one who is lucky. Most girls can only hope to meet a caring and compassionate man in their slumber, but not I. I don’t have to dream,"

Wordlessly, Otto leaned forward to meet her lips in a soft kiss, like it's the first time and the last time all at once. Jesmyn’s eyes fluttered close as she skillfully parted his lips, a low moan vibrated in his throat. Her fingers curled themselves into his dark hair and tugged gently, savoring the way their lips danced together. Otto’s thumb ran over her lower lip, coaxing her mouth open so his tongue can slip inside. Instinctively, he pulled her tighter against his body, moaning softly as Jesmyn’s curvaceous frame pressed against his.

Sliding his hand down her back, and then across her rear, Jesmyn was left feeling wholly intoxicated, as her head tilted to keep up with Otto’s hungry lips. Quickly, the kiss is not as playful anymore. His hands slipped under her cloak, skimming over her breasts on its way to her waist and she gasped sharply, breaking the kiss. Feeling his tongue brush across hers, a whimper escaped Jesmyn as she deepened the kiss. Their tongues glided against each other languidly.

Undeterred, Otto continued trailing kisses across her cheek then down to the delicate skin of her neck. His breath warmed her skin, helping dispel any trace of the chill from outside. Sighs of pleasure escaped Jesmyn’s mouth at the sensation of his carefully trimmed beard scratching lightly against her. Otto’s hand caressed its way up her side and brushing over her breasts. She pulled away slightly, her blood heating up, her dress starting to feel much too tight with her speeding breaths.

“Too much?” Otto asked.

“Not nearly enough,” she quipped, then her mouth was on his.

Their kiss deepened and his hands moved back to her chest. Gentle, but determined squeezes from his hands sent a gush of delight through her and a delicious ache inside her blossomed further. Otto’s thumbs grazed her nipples through the fabric of her dress, eliciting a soft moan from her. As their kiss reached a natural ending, she gasped for breath. Her arousal was lazy yet burning, almost simmering beneath her skin.

Jesmyn brought her hands up to the collar of her cloak, unfastening the ties, slowly. A coy smile growing on her lips as Otto watched with bated breath.

"Jesmyn," he warned, swallowing thickly. "The footmen are just outside,” he reminded, never making a move to stop her.

A mischievous glint shone in her eyes, “Well then, I guess we’ll to be quiet,” she whispered, carelessly discarding her cloak to the other side of the carriage. “Besides, weren’t you the one who said you wanted to fuck me a carriage?” she recalled, her lips curved impishly.

It was safe to say their sex life was far from bland by any stretch of the imagination. Though you wouldn't be able to tell that by how normal they acted in public. A proper lady in front of court, but a whore behind closed doors. They partook in all manner of positions and kinks as they indulged in their own private fantasies. Otto was open minded to almost anything she suggested, and Jesmyn was up for most the things she was intrigued by.

Her shy smile seemed to taunt him with need for his touch. Otto pulled her back towards him, throwing caution to the wind.

"Gods help me," he breathed. "I can't say no to you," he stated, slightly shaking his head. Otto cupped her breast and her mouth fell open, gasping. "I can't say no to this," he rasped, giving the mound of flesh a squeeze.

Slowly, Jesmyn coaxed his hands downwards, hiking up her skirts to her knees.

“You best get to work then, Lord Hand. Your wife demands it,”

~~~x~~~

With the help of a footman, Jesmyn stepped onto the earth for the first time in hours. Inhaling deeply, she let out a happy sigh, grateful to no longer feel cramped in a confined space. The sun shined high in the sky, light spilling through the branches and illuminating the forest floor. A brisk blast of wind cut through the air, sending cyclones of decaying leaves twirling across the plain full of tents both large and small. The Kingswood was buzzing with activity from servants, nobles, and guards.

“Stepmother,” Alicent greeted, holding her swollen stomach.

“Your Grace,” Jesmyn said, with a curtesy.

“You look to be in better spirits than earlier,” she remarked, eyes trailing over her.

Jesmyn smiled, “I am,” she answered, nodding happily. “Fresh air and a carriage ride cures all it seems,” she quipped.

Jesmyn’s cry of pleasure was swiftly muffled by Otto covering her mouth with his, melting into a muffled moan of orgasmic bliss. Her body spasmed against his thrusting fingers as she rode out her climax with jerky movements. Gradually Otto slowed his thrusting fingers until he came to a complete stop, leaving Jesmyn a heavily panting mess. The post-orgasm buzz left her feeling tingly all over, bordering on numb.

''Otto,” Jesmyn said breathlessly, smiling at him and conveying her affection without words.

“It’s a mystery how I didn’t realize it sooner,” Otto stated, coming up beside her. “The Claricks are renowned for their archery and hunting parties,” he recalled.

She patted his bicep, “I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it up to me, my love,” Jesmyn reassured, smiling sweetly at him.

Alicent’s lips quirked up halfway in grimace, “I’m glad to hear it,” she said, and continued walking to the large tent.

“We should follow,” Otto suggested.

“You go ahead Husband,” Jesmyn said. “I think I’ll linger out here for a moment, I wish to enjoy the fresh air,”

He smiled at her, “Not too long though,” he warned, reaching to graze her chin. “I will not have you getting sick in this weather,” he said.

Jesmyn mirrored his expression, “I won’t, I promise,” she reassured, gazing up at him.

With a nod of his head, he turned around and followed the same path as Alicent. Exhaling softly, Jesmyn scanned the trees of the King’s Woods and from the corner of her eye, she saw a figure approaching her. She looked to her left and instantly regretted she did.

“Good brother,” she greeted, forcing her lips to curl upwards.

“Jesmyn,” Hobert responded shortly.

“I thought you would be in the tent with everyone else,” she said, interlocking her fingers together. “Otto is inside already,” she informed.

“I could say the same about you, Good sister. You should not be stray from your Lord husband,”

Jesmyn’s temple throbbed and she bit her tongue to refrain from saying something improper.

“I am my own person, Hobert. I see no reason nor need to constantly hover over my husband’s shoulders,” she replied, and Hobert let out a scoff. Her body stiffened at the sound. “Good brother, if there is something you wish to say to me, then say it,” she said bluntly. “I’ve always known of your dislike for me. You wanted Otto to marry a Lady from The Reach to your strengthen ties there, but he didn’t. He chose me, a Lady from the Riverlands,” she finished, turning to look at him.

Hobert met her gaze, “I misjudged your father, Lord Clarick. I knew he was an ambitious man, but it seems I foolishly underestimated his cleverness,” he began.

“I do not follow,” Jesmyn said, her brows furrowing.

“He was smart, trotting you out to give your condolences and comfort your dear friend Alicent. And in doing so, he planted the seeds,” he continued cryptically. “The young, elegant Lady Clarick known to be soft spoken and everything a highborn lady should be,” he described resentfully. “How could he ever resist you? My brother was drawn to you, like a moth to a flame,”

“You’re not suggesting my father used a man’s grief to elevate himself and his house?” Jesmyn said, her lip curling in disdain at the implication.

“It’s as I said before, your father is ambitious and it’s quite a feat he managed to get The King’s Hand to marry his barren daughter,” Hobert sneered.

“I am not barren!” Jesmyn hissed lowly.

“If you are not barren, Lady Hightower,” he retorted mockingly. “Then what else could it be?” he hissed back. “Alicent has given birth to the Prince with another child on the way,” he pointed out. “Three years of marriage and how many children have you pushed out? None. I grow impatient waiting for nephews and nieces,” Hobert stated.

“You grow impatient?” Jesmyn asked incredulously. “I am not some broodmare, who’s only purpose is to lie on their back!” she argued.

“So you’ve forsaken your wifely duties?”

“I’ve done my wifely duties, several times over!” she bit back, her eyes narrowing. “This air has grown foul, I shall take my leave,” she remarked, glaring at him one final time.

Turning around, Jesmyn made the short walk to the large, crimson and gold tent where all the nobles have gathered. She crossed through the open flaps and was greeted with the sight of lords and ladies engagedly conversing with one another. As her eyes swept through the crowd, one head stood out from the rest. Her father’s. Jesmyn made a beeline straight for him, she needed to know the truth.

“Lady Hightower!” a female voice called, stopping Jesmyn in her tracks.

She looked over her shoulder to see Lady Redwyne, sitting with Alicent and other ladies of the court.

“A circle of vultures more like,” she thought.

“You must come sit with us,” Lady Redwyne said invitingly, stroking the dog in her lap. “Your presence has been sorely missed,” she added.

Jesmyn flashed the middle aged woman a smile, although on the inside she felt nothing but dread.

“Of course,” she agreed happily, moving to the circle of chairs. “May I?” she asked, gesturing to an empty next to a lady and she nodded. “Thank you,” she smiled gracefully.

When she lowered herself into the seat, Jesmyn noticed a man with dark brown hair, also sat with the circle of ladies which she found odd. No man would ever willing subject themselves to sitting through ladies gossip. Then, she saw his cane and realized why he sat with them. Jesmyn raised her gaze to his face only to see he was already staring back at her with his beady eyes. His stare was unnerving and his face resembled a weasel to her, quickly she averted her eyes and focused on pulling her gloves off.

“Isn’t that right Lady Hightower?”

Jesmyn’s head snapped up, looking in Lady Redwyne’s direction.

“Forgive me, what were you saying Lady Redwyne?” she asked,

“I said Prince Aegon will need to have playmates soon,” she repeated, her lips tugging into a grin. It made Jesmyn’s skin boil. “Tell us, when will the Prince have an uncle or aunt to play with? Soon, I hope?”

A gentle smile formed on her lips, “The gods have not blessed Lord Hightower and I with a child yet,” Jesmyn answered calmly, her nails digging into the fine material of her gloves.

All eyes were on her and she hated the contemptuous or pitying stares she was receiving from the ladies circle.

“Hmmm,” Lady Redwyne hummed, as if she were mulling on the thought. “If it’s herbal remedies you need, I am more than happy to tell you which ones to ask for from the maester,” she suggested.

“Lady Redwyne, your concern is appreciated,” Jesmyn began diplomatically. “However, matters relating to my bedchambers are simply inappropriate,” she said firmly.

Jesmyn had to will herself to not let her eyes water up.

“I am just trying to help Lady Hightower,” Lady Redwyne insisted. “For a woman quite young—”

“Lady Hightower is correct,” Alicent cut in, silencing the older woman. Jesmyn’s eyes snapped over to Alicent’s. A subtle apologetic expression displayed itself across her face. “Let us move onto a different topic, she demanded softly.

No sooner than those words left Alicent’s lips, a woman brought up the latest style of dresses, effectively pulling the attention away from Jesmyn. As the rest of the ladies excitedly chatted with each other, Jesmyn let her eyes drift to Alicent. She smiled along to the conversations and for the briefest of seconds their eyes connected. Jesmyn mouthed only two words to her.

“Thank you,”

~~~x~~~

“Might I steal my father away you, my lords?” Jesmyn asked, smiling pleasantly.

Her own words echoed in her head as she and Lord Clarick sat under a pavilion away from King Viserys’ tent. Silence was shared between them, the only sound which could be heard was the wine trickling out of a pitcher and into their waiting cups by a servant.

“What troubles you my child?” Lord Clarick questioned curiously, dismissing the servant with a wave of his hand.

“Hobert Hightower levied an accusation against you that I know to be untrue,” Jesmyn said, bringing the goblets to her lips.

He chuckled, “This should be entertaining to hear,” he remarked. “What did your good brother accuse me of?” he asked, his eyes a light with glee.

“He claims you strategically used me during the time I was comforting Alicent when her mother died,” Jesmyn informed, with a scoff. “He thinks it was your plan for Otto to set his sight on me and begin to court me. It’s ridiculous,” she said, shaking her head.

“No, it not,” Lord Clarick disagreed, sipping his wine and making her head whip to him. “That’s exactly what I wanted to happen, and it happened,” he said proudly.

“You admit it?” Jesmyn asked incredulously.

“I took advantage of nothing, though your lord husband cannot say the same, can he?” he quipped. “Jesmyn, you comforted Alicent on your own without having to be told, because she is your friend. I only stressed to you to give your condolences to Lord Hightower, and to make small conversation with him,” he explained casually.

“Now Jesmyn, when you visit Alicent in her quarters, make sure you speak and give your condolences to Lord Hightower,”

“Of course, Father,”

“Unbelievable,” Jesmyn breathed, shaking her head.

Tense quietness fell over them and Jesmyn looked into the sky. Birds flitted about in the blue, cloudless expanse above the tents of the royal hunting party.

“Why the fuss?” Lord Clarick asked, laughing a little. “Your happy, Lord Hightower is happy, I’m happy, and you made your house richer,” Lord Clarick pointed out.

“Do you think he knows?” she asked worriedly, before drinking deeply from the goblet. “I’m scared to think of what he would, if he realized…” she trailed off, draining the rest of her cup.

“Does he know about my underlying motive? Perhaps,” Lord Clarick guessed, swirling his wine around. “Otto gains nothing from confronting me about it. He’s happy and in love, he’ll leave it be,” he assured and shifted in his seat. “He’ll be happier once you give him a son,” he commented, pointing at her.

“Oh not this again,” Jesmyn thought.

Fortunately, before Lord Clarick could get another word out, one of Alicent’s handmaiden approached their pavilion.

“Lord Clarick, Lady Hightower,” she greeted, dropping into curtsy. “The Queen has summoned you, my Lady,” she informed.

Jesmyn glanced at her father briefly, and placed her goblet down before rising to her feet.

“Lead the way,” Jesmyn said kindly.

She followed closely behind the handmaiden, wondering why Alicent requested her presence. Just as she and the maid drew closer to the tent, Rhaenyra suddenly came storming out. Jesmyn’s head swiveled, following her path but the soft call of the handmaiden made her turn around. Holding her breath, she went inside the tent, silently praying she would not encounter the same thing almost an hour ago. This time Alicent sat alone.

Jesmyn curtsied, “You wished to see me My Queen,” she said.

“Yes, please sit,” Alicent encouraged, gesturing next to her. She directed her attention to the handmaiden. “You may go, thank you,” she said, as Jesmyn sat down.

“I must say this is unexpected, Your Grace,” Jesmyn admitted, with a slight chuckle.

She shook her head, “Please, there’s no need to be so formal, Jesmyn,” Alicent stated, making Jesmyn’s eyes widened.

“Jesmyn? Not Stepmother or Lady Hightower?” she asked, a sardonic laugh leaving her.

Alicent nodded, “How are you?” she questioned, a genuine look of concern on her face. “Lady Redwyne…well, you know how Lady Redwyne can be,” she commented.

“I am not barren!” Jesmyn said defensively, keeping her voice low.

“I know, I know,” Alicent reassured, discreetly placing a comforting hand on top of hers. “However, it’s been three years Jesmyn,” she said quietly. “Have you any difficulties with childbearing?” she asked in a hushed tone. “I can be discreet, and have the maester help you,” she explained, sincerity shining in her eyes.

“Alicent, I have no issues with childbearing, none that I know of,” Jesmyn answered, just as quietly and Alicent’s brows furrowed.

“Then, what is it?” she asked, with a puzzled expression. “The marriage was consummated, yes?”

“It was,” Jesmyn answered slowly, feeling awkward speaking about this with her. “But when it was, there was not any intention of a pregnancy,” she explained.

Alicent’s confusion only deepened, “My father gave you a choice?”

“One time, I told your father my fears of the birthing bed and it stayed with him,” Jesmyn said, smiling a little. “So kind and caring, he is. Otto has never been forceful about having children,” she informed, her lips curling up a little more.

“Really?” Alicent asked, her mouth stretching into a thin line.

Jesmyn nodded, “When we…lay with each other, it’s always been for pleasure,” she said, her cheeks growing hot in embarrassment.

“Pleasure?”

“Yes,” Jesmyn responded, lightly laughing. “Sex doesn’t just have to be about having children,” she said lowly, as if it was obvious. “You don’t have to lie there and let a man have their way with you,”

“And, this has been your experience?” Alicent asked, and her demeanor slowly beginning to darken.

“Yes,” Jesmyn answered simply, a sly grin forming on face.

With her post-orgasmic high fading, Jesmyn’s eyes flickered down to her husband’s crotch. There was a prominent tent in his pants. Letting out an airy giggle, she grinned and reached down to palm him, earning a small grunt for her efforts. His hips rose quickly to follow her hand.

"Husband, it appears you've have a bit of problem down here," she whispered hotly into his ear. "Would you like your lady wife to assist you with it?"

Sparing her a glance, "It’s as I said, I can never say no to you," he said.

Smirking, Jesmyn methodically pulled the drawstring of his breeches loose. With one final tug, his erection sprang free and upwards. Leaning back, she watched smugly as his member jerked from side to side, free of any touch, searching for the warm comfort of her body. The head of it was pulsing red with need. Wrapping her fingers around his member, Otto released a stilted groan, his breath quivering.

Jesmyn did an experimental stroke and he bucked up into her hand. Precum leaked steadily from the tip, Jesmyn had to fight the urge to lick it away. Grinning, she licked his earlobe as she took him in her hand once more, slowly stroking him from base to tip over and over again. He was hot and solid in her palm and she felt him pulse in response to the steady rhythm of her pumps.

“Does that feel good, my lord?” she asked, lightly biting his earlobe.

Otto’s eyes were shut, lost in ecstasy as his hips thrusted up in time with her strokes. Jesmyn was certain he did not hear a word of what she just said. So, she let go, and a most rare noise came from her husband, a whimper. Otto’s eyes snapped open, his chest heaving.

“W-Why did you stop?” he asked, out of breath.

“You didn’t respond to me,” she replied with faux innocence. “How am I supposed to know if I’m pleasing my lord husband if he doesn’t answer me,”

“Being cheeky are we?” he remarked, with a frustrated huff.

She shrugged, “It was a simple question,” she said playfully, before glancing back down to his crotch. His shaft still standing tall, fully erect, and throbbing. “Shall I continue?” she asked innocently.

"Enough, Jesmyn," he groaned, his patience reaching its limits. "Get to it—"

Jesmyn squeezed him an inch, the subsequent moan was music to her ears. Maintaining her grip, Jesmyn resumed pumping him, slowly stroking his thick shaft. With each stroke Otto’s composure loosens further, his noble visage crumbling away bit by bit. Her own heart rate quickening, her lust starting to flare up.

By now, her hand is coated, no, drenched in clear, slick precum making it slide with ease and glimmer in the light. Otto was leaking so much it was overflowing from the head and dribbling all the way down over her fist. Jesmyn did not take her eyes off her husband, looking him up and down: enjoying the rosiness of his cheeks, the light sheen of sweat sparkling on his face, his heavy breathing, and the occasional whine with each thrust into her hand. If there is one thing Jesmyn adored, it's seeing her husband turn into putty because she was only one who could make it happen. It’s an enticing sight that she couldn’t resist.

Otto beckoned her with his fingers and she obliged, leaning forward to meet him halfway with a deep kiss. He moaned quietly against her mouth

"Mmmm…Jesmyn…" he breathed.

His lips slid over her own, their tongues gliding against each other languidly. Otto’s grunts and moans tell her all she needs to know—he in was close to coming. Jesmyn wanted the perfect moment to pull him over the edge. She drew back, moving her mouth to his ear and pulling the lobe between her teeth.

She started to stroke him faster, "Come, Otto…come for me…" she whispered in a husky voice,

He groaned, pulsing and throbbing in her grip.

"Fuck!" Otto growled.

Jesmyn repeated her command, his body tensing as he buried his face into her neck. Not a second later, her wish was granted, and she lets out a most blissful moan as her husband climaxed. With a loud, muffled cry of her name, Otto came; his seed leaving his shaft in long, hot, pearly ropes. The noises emanating from Jesmyn’s hand growing wetter as he couldn’t stop thrusting through his climax.

"Oh… gods…"

As Otto panted from his release, Jesmyn released his member from her grip and pulled away to admire her work. Raising her hand, drops of cum trickled down her skin. Otto’s eyes were still misted with lust, his swallows becoming more pronounced as he watched her slowly lick the white substance from her fingers and moan lowly.

“Simply delectable,” she purred.

Her eyes then fall upon his cock once more and the sight gives her pause, if only a short one.

"My, my, you've made quite a mess," she lowered herself to hover just before his base. "So naughty, guess I'll have to clean you up," she dragged her tongue across his length, immediately relishing in both his taste and his warmth as she moaned to herself again.

Then with little warning Jesmyn took his cock into her mouth, lips sliding over the head and engulfing his girth. The erotic movement coaxed out a strained hiss from Otto’s throat.

“G-Good girl," he praised her, wrapping a hand in her hair. “Such a good girl,” he bit out, shoving her down deeper and grunting gutturally as her tongue grazed the underside of his cock.

Their heavy breathing was disguised by the racket of the carriage.

She grinned to herself at the memory, “Not to pry, but is it not the same for you?” Jesmyn asked, tilting her head.

“Yes,” Alicent answered quickly, her mouth turning upwards into a smile, but appeared closer to a scowl.

~~~x~~~

Night hung over the Red Keep, the stars brightly shining in the dark sky. Many nobles who attended the royal hunt, retired to their rooms to rest from the all festivities over the course of the past several days. Within one wing of the castle however, slumbering was the very last thing on the mind of two of its occupants. Illuminated only by a gentle roaring fire coming from the fireplace, two silhouettes were cast onto the wall. The light from the flames made the sight of their lovemaking all the more alluring.

The lewd symphony of wet skin slapping against skin in a sharp, fast rhythm flooded from the bedchamber of The Tower of the Hand. Low grunts resounded off the walls that were almost primal in nature, accompanied by the distinct sounds was heavy panting and pitchy moans.

"So...fucking good…" Otto panted mindlessly, with each thrust filling the room with the erotic melody of his wet cock plunging into Jesmyn’s womanhood over and over again.

''Mmh…yes—'' she moaned out. ''J-Just like that!'' she mewled, his balls slapping her exposed clit and sending shivers up her spine.

"Like this?" Otto asked, his voice laced with arousal.

His question was punctuated by a harsh thrust that made Jesmyn’s face contort in pleasure. She nodded quickly, goosebumps racing up the back of her neck as he continued to press himself deep inside.

“Gods, yes!” she whispered, so sultry she sounded like a whore from the Street of Silk.

Jesmyn’s hips bucked back with every deep, hard stroke Otto railed her with. Her hands fist the sheet, twisting them between her fingers as her head lolled back. Otto grunted in reply, plowing his hips forth harder and making her breasts bounce lightly from the force. The rough pace made Jesmyn moan all the more, eliciting hot cries from her. Otto’s callused grip on her waist was nearly bruising as he dug them punishingly into her skin.

“You’re going to look so beautiful with your belly full of my seed!” he bit out, his voice deep and lustful as his cock sheathed itself inside her dripping folds. "You'll have so much of me inside of you," he growled into her ear, grinding his cock against her.

The only response Jesmyn could give was to whine pathetically. Drawing back all the way to the tip, Otto slammed his hips forcefully back into her and caused her arms to give out beneath her. Jesmyn was sent flopping face first into the sheets, gasping and moaning as she took him from behind. In this position, her ass was pushed into the air, letting Otto's cock sink even further into her cunt. The action forced a strangled groan to rumble deep within Otto’s throat.

A strong hand connected with her right buttock, a loud smack resonating in the air and a pleasured whimper left her lips. The sting of the slap had left her skin tingling and hot. Otto struck her backside again, harder, and the muscles of her inner walls fluttered around his member before clamping down upon him.

“Fuck!” he hissed.

Otto’s hands roamed up and down her back and ass, squeezing the soft flesh. One hand traced along her spine before tangled itself in her hair. He gathered a handful of her raven coils and gave it a sharp tug, pulling her flush against him. Jesmyn moaned loudly, her back arching enticingly for him to pound into her harder.

Otto groaned into her flesh as clenched tightly around his cock again before biting down hard on the crook of her neck. He reached around her, cupping one of her plump breasts from behind. Gripping onto her nipple, he began to roll the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger ripping a helpless cry of pleasure from her throat as she arched into him. Jesmyn gasped between breaths, shutting her eyes tightly as she felt his mouth sucking and licking at the side of her neck.

Gasping, Jesmyn circled her hips against him and ground into his cock as she panted his name in a plea. She brought a hand up to drape behind her, her fingers threading through the nape of Otto’s hair.

“Ahh, don't stop. Please—harder, fuck me harder!” Jesmyn cried, as he speared into her and made her into a quivering mess.

She felt him smirk against her skin. Otto released her hair, his large hands gripping her hips before increasing the speed of his thrusts. Jesmyn turned her head in Otto’s direction and wordlessly he captured her lips with his in a messy, hot kiss all the while driving his cock deep within her. Jesmyn’s lips parted, their tongues dancing and giving her a taste of her own arousal from when he feasted on her earlier.

The room was alive with sound of wet slaps and loud moans and groans as the lovers melded into each other, his shaft hitting her deepest parts like a battering ram.

“Yes, yes!'' Jesmyn breathed, throwing her head back, her breasts bouncing. ''I-I'm so—'

With a high, faltering cry, Jesmyn’s climax exploded through her, coming hard over his cock. Her folds contracted tightly around his pulsating member and immediately pushed him over the edge. Otto let out a roar, harshly bucking his hips into her and depositing himself deep inside of her with each powerful thrust.

Jesmyn could feel the thick, plentiful ropes of cum shoot inside of her, painting her insides white. Her walls milked him for every last drop of cum she could squeeze from him. Grunting harshly, he thrust into her with each and every last spurt, emptying himself. Doing his damnedest to make sure his seed took root. Then, he moaned in delight, his cock finally stopped spurting.

He pulled out with a gasp, the both of them collapsing down onto the bed, spent. Otto rolled off Jesmyn, laying next to her. Slowly, she could feel strings of his seed starting to leak out of her, no doubt dribbling onto the sheets beneath them. Wisps of hair were stuck to her face, and her cheeks were flushed with heat. Jesmyn’s legs shook from the aftershocks of her orgasm while her chest heaved, trying to catch her breath. Lazily, she turned her head in Otto’s direction still shuddering from his own climax, his hair wet with perspiration.

Taking a minute to recover, Jesmyn rolled over onto her side, she pressed soft, slow kisses onto her husband’s lips, one he gladly returned. Both of them still breathless from the coupling.

”Hmm...'' Jesmyn hummed, finally drawing back from the kiss and flashing a satisfied smile. ''Amazing as always, Husband,”

A small, proud grin formed on his mouth and he pulled her onto his chest planting his lips on her forehead. Idly, he ran his hands through her hair or down Jesmyn’s side, before resting on her rear and grabbing a handful of the flesh there. Her skin glowed in the light of the fireplace, moist and smooth. Jesmyn nuzzled her face onto his collarbone.

“Do you think I would be a good mother?” she wondered quietly.

Still partially lost in the afterglow of their coupling Otto had taken a few moments to respond. He cupped her face, tilting it upwards so they’re eyes would meet.

“You would be an excellent mother,” he corrected, pressing a lingering kiss onto the top of her head.

Chapter Nine: Most Wondrous News

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For Fun: Here's My Favorite Disney Songs That Were Deleted/Changed In The Final Film (Part 4)

"Someday" was meant to be Esmeralda's song in Hunchback of Notre Dame, but was replaced by "God Help the Outcasts" in the final version. It was sung over the credits, however, and both would be sung in the stage adaptation.

"Shooting Star" was the original "I Want" song from Hercules, but was cut for being "too soft". I could take either or, but "Go the Distance" is still a classic.

"I Can't Believe My Heart" was Meg's original song. It was cut for similar reasons as "Shooting Star". I definitely prefer the version we got.

Stephen Schwartz, who wrote the lyrics for Pocahontas and Hunchback with Alan Menken as well as all the music for Wicked, was originally tapped to write the music for Mulan. He left early in production to work on the music for "The Prince of Egypt" at DreamWorks. "Written In Stone" is the only song of his version available to listen to. It would've been in the spot where "Reflection" exists in the final film.

Speaking of "Reflection", when composers Matthew Wilder and David Zippel joined the film after Schwartz left, they wrote a much longer version of the song. The fact that this version is not in the film is a crime.

"Keep 'Em Guessin'" would've been Mushu's song as he introduces himself to Mulan, but Eddie Murphy's dialogue worked much better, and made things much more succinct. The song is enjoyable imo, tho.

Famously, Disney was working on a film set to release in late 2000 called Kingdom of the Sun. It was a sort of an Incan retelling of The Prince and the Pauper, with some magic and gods thrown in for good measure. It was supposed to be another grand musical on the scale of The Lion King, even sharing its co-director, Roger Allers. To match that scale, they brought in musician Sting to write the songs, thinking he'd bring the same energy that Elton John brought to Lion King's songs. Sting and co-composer David Hartley wrote three songs for this version. The first, "Walk the Llama Llama", would've been the opening song. It was to be sung by the main character, Pacha (here played by Owen Wilson), a teenage llama herder who coincidentally looks exactly like the spoiled teenaged Emperor Manco (played by David Spade). The song is Pacha expressing his love for the llama as he herded them. Pacha's singing voice would've been Sting himself in the final film. There also would've been a reprise halfway through the film and at the end, though nothing from these reprises has appeared online. Unfortunately, the only clean version of the song is this country-fied version by Rascal Flats on the Emperor's New Groove soundtrack.

The second song, "Snuff Out the Light", would have been sung by the villain of the film, Yzma (as played by Eartha Kitt). In this version, Yzma would have been an aging sorceress who hated the sun for causing her wrinkles. She would've discovered that Manco and Pacha swapped, and turned the real Pacha into a non-speaking llama. She would've manipulated Pacha into doing what she wanted. She planned to summon the Dark God, Supai to block out the sun so she wouldn't grow old. This song was fully recorded, and the sequence had quite a bit of animation finished on it before the story changed.

The third song, "One Day She'll Love Me" would have been the love song of the film, and been sung by Pacha and the emperor's betrothed, Nina. Pacha has fallen in love with Nina, but feels guilty for living a lie. Nina is starting to fall in love with him, but still believes he's Manco, and doesn't know why he's changing.

Continued in Part 5!

[selkie-on-land]

Why I don't like the Ariel Live Action and my thought on this topic

disclaimer 1 : please, I'm french, I'm sorry in advance for any wrong sentences etc. I will do my best but I'm not perfect.

disclaimer 2 : I'm new on this app, so I don't know all the functionnalities, how to do this or that, I will try my best to make a descent and pleasant visual post. I know there is differents ways to respond, we can ask I think ? like publishing a post on the profile on someone (that's it right?), there is the republished and adding your own post and the comment section. That's all the option I'm aware off.

disclaimer 3 : WOW ! I just finished to wrote this down and I didn't expected to talk about so many differents subjects !

So I will, list them, as TW, so please, if your sensible to this subject, protect yourself and skip my post. Take care. 👥🤍

School harassment, eating disorder, body dismorphia, suicide attampt, sa and masculine violence in general, incest, familly abuse, racism, lesbophobia, ableism, gingerism, alcool, afrocentrism.

I'm sorry in advance if I miss one.

I hope, it will be an interesting reading.

Prologue :

I know I will receive pretty much all the hates of the world for this but, I'm autistic and Ariel was and is my very first special interest, so I don't care.

I will say/write what has to be written because I'm so sick of the misunformation about her.

I hate any misinformation at all cause I'm autistic but it's so much worst when it's about one of my s.i and unfortunatelly for me, the ones I have are very specific and the society and the patriarchy built a HUGE LIE and basically, any historical information about matriarchy/mythology/patriachy are just misunformation. But there is just too much that I can't correct everyone, everything, because I don't have the energy and because it caused me so much stress that I have a meltdown everytime. So I'm already used to the tense, so I think I will survive the hate about this post.

The real subject of the post :

The Live-Action of The Little Mermaid is at the same time good ? and the absolute worst !!!

Disclaimers : I'm not a fan of Live-Action, it's not specific to The Little Mermaid.

My pov on it is :

Either make the most realistic and exact same as the animation movies, or GO CREATIVE and create something new, a story about someone in the same universe, a prequel, anything. Like Cruella for exemple (I admid I didn't watched it), or Maleficient (I watched it don't worry and loved it) ! It works perfectly, and because it's in a total different universe but based on the same fairytale, you can create anything and it doesn't have to follow the animation movie. It's not an adaptation but more like an extra movie about this universe that you loved ! Or like Mulan (plus it corrected something that was culturally disrespectful : Mushu). I think I love them only if there are creative and create something new.

And here is why :

As an autistic person, I HATE the change, so if it must be an adaptation that I've read/seen, IT MUST be perfect and there MUST BE NOT CHANGE AT ALL otherwise IT RUINS AND DESTROYED WHAT I LOVED AND I END UP HEARTBROKEN. Truly, I had to go to therapy to deal with it and to morn all the differents possibilities of the adaptation that could be the MOST accurate to the animation movie. I waited more than twenty five years to see it and it was a disaster. Too close to be complety hated but too different to be accepted and loved.

In the differents possibilities of an live action of The Little Mermaid, I also imagined some that were about the second or third animation movie. Or about the show.

I bet no one knew (except the ones that have Disney + now), that there was a show about her adventures.

In this one for exemple, she had a mute great friend, Gabriella ! And I LOVED HER SOOOO MUCH !!! She speak with her hands (signing) and her friend an octopus, Olie, translate with his voice. He's sooo cute ! When they go swimming he hang himself on her tail, like if he was riding Gabriella. This is so cute ! I felt so seen, first because I wasn't always verbal as a kid.

And for other kids that weren't pale like me, she was very tan with absolutely wonderful almond green eyes and a bob haircut with browns/dark blond hair. (I think it showing that I had a crush on her and ship them so much lol)

And because when she saw Ariel for the first time, it felt (for me) like she had love at first sight (I knew very young that I loved only girls). Honestly, their story is more a love story to me than a friendship, but it's obviously subjectiv.

Ariel also adopted (secretly) a lost baby killer whale, Spot, a specific

under species of those that only lived in arctic or antarctic.

Killer whale are my most favorite sea animals with seals (I know they don't get along together).

Representations :

I always identitified myself with Ariel because she was a redhead and so had a pale skin. Even if when I was very young my hair where short and almost dark auburn, I could relate with Blanche Neige as I was pretty similar to her but the animation movie scared me so much that I still have nightmares of those sometimes. My hair turned even more light auburn / redhead when I started my puberty and they became slowly but definitely curly/wavy, and then I related even more to Ariel.

And I'm so glad I had her as a model because it's when the bullying, harrassment, assault, s.assault, pushed to unalive myself because in their countries (maghreb) I would I been tortured, raped, burnd alive etc. And every day they (a bunch of boys) come to tell me that I should be dead and were surprised that I didn't killed myself yet. So many times per days, every days, for four long years.

In younger classes, my bff (a girl) was from morroco, and neither her or her mother ever told me things like this. Neither any other girls or women in my whole life from those countries. Only boys and men. So it's not about the people where they were from, but the boys and men and the misogyny from where they were from.

So the fact that Ariel (and Blanche Neige too but they choose an afro descendant to represent a very pale character, we have absolutely no representation, they are all erased or replaced) must be pale was a VERY HUGE expectation for me, cause it was litteraly what partielly saved me. I however did some of the things they told me to do (atttempt in a very specific ways, I did it at the same date evey year, waiting for Death to come get me).

So in my mind castle of the possibilities, there was an adaptation of Ariel as pale redhead with her girlfriend/bff that is deaf and not "white", with her own story. And that could had been absolutely perfect ! Because they didn't had to imagine one, she already existed! (And that would have been quite an argument for the "gnagnagna woke, inclusivity bs gnagnagna".)

Girls and women deserve representation, but come on, the bare is in hell ! We deserve good representation. As a little girl I was far from looking like Pocahontas but I still related to her, because what we saw as kid is not JUST how she look likes (this is so misogynistic that we only exist and have physical characteristics) but also about what they love, what they does, what they stand for etc.

I BET every little girl that has ever seen the little mermaid identified as her when we were at the beach and damn even more if they were a rock where we could sit and do the thing with the wave ! Or when suddenly the wind makes our hair dancing and in our head we look like Pocahontas ! (But you know there is the expectation Vs reality 😂)

Physical representation matters, but saying that, it's the only things for girls to rely on is bullshit and misogynistic.

Why erasing the redhead pale mermaid when it already existed a brown skin mermaid and have both which is even better for the representation in the franchise of the little mermaid ?

Even thoug, signing girls were already kinda represented with Ariel who is a mermaid (as her human form), who is loved, accepted and have fun even if she doesn't speak. But then, there is Gabriella and she just not speak but she signs with the real signing langage ! That's amazing !

They could have done a wonderfull job and created an adaptation where there was two amazing mermaids a pale one (not a white one) and a brown one. Who instead of being in competition could have been friends and shows and learns sorority, or even for once love between two girls or here two mermaids. That would have been amazing ! I would have loved so much to have this and I'm sure little girls (whatever their skin color would have loved it too !)

Growing up I would have loved to know that there weren't anything wrong with me for loving girls and not boys like in absolutely every single movies or animation movies.

We were kissing each other in secrets, deeply convinced that we were doing something wrong, bad, and we did it in secret full of shame because we knew it was forbidden. There wasn't a rule written with it was is ok and was it not, it's more uncunscious. But at 4 y/o we already knew and felt that it was not ok, and still at 13.

I only learn that they were people that love the same sex that their own, in teenagehood, not because there was a lesson about the three differents sexuality (heterosexual, bisexuel, homosexual). No I learned it with all the slurs on all the ones that coudn't hide their sexuality and they all were bullied. It's only around my majority when I was 17 y/o that I knew it wasn't something wrong.

I was accepted in a big group of friends, we were so different from each others, with so many background, but goddess I LOVED THEM SO MUCH ! They helped me setting the things rights, like REALLY. I had no bar, no bounderies, nothing. I grew up with an incestuous big brother (it started when I was 3), violence within all my family (except my dad and step mum), and school harassment since I'm 3 until 22 y/o. No friends or rarely. Or fake ones. Until this group. They teached me that differences is fun, we can learn from each other, they were curious, everyone was curious to understand the pov of everyone even if we thought the opposite. I was so sexually abused in my life that I coudn't bare being in anything that could reveal my skin, my shape. I was soooo prude. Because my brains associated nudity with bad things. But thoses guys (we were mixte) teached me that our body exist to allow us to experiment life. They help me heal from eating disorder, bodydismorphia, shame, and so many other things. We could ALL be naked sitting comfortablelly and not good looking, with rolls, saggy boobs, het, bi, or homo, everything was fine. (Disclaimers, we were drunk when we were naked, drinking red wine, with flower or tree crowns philosophising on life etc. That was so cool and nothing was sexual. Except with one guy who did and tried to sa every girls that came in the groups, he was punched a multiples times by the others mates but not excluded sadly). And within this group they were lesbians and bisexuals persons, a couple of male bff where saying there were married to each other and kissing and every thing was fine and so funny. This was when I learned that it was ok for me to be lesbian. But for fifteen years I hated myself for being like this. Like if there wasn't enough things wrong about me there was this too on the list. It was such a relief ! I even tried to unalive myself because of this guilt.

So yes, I think we definitely should have something for the girls to let them know that it's ok. There is nothing wrong with them.

Resume of all the fact that indicated that Ariel lived in the north of the Atlantica, North of the Europe and not in the Caribbean :

Spot, the Killer Whale

Ariel meeting Great White Shark (living in cold water)

Ariel meeting Hans Christian Andersen who live in Denmark

The Kingdom of Atlantica is near the Groenland

Melody swam quickly to the Groenland, which is in the territory of the Denmark

So it makes absolutely no sense to say it actually happens in the gulf of guinea, in south africa (except for the shark and the killer whale part) or in Caribbean.

BUT !

If the goal was to have only afro descendant community in the representation, I WOULD HAVE LOOOOOOOOVED not to see a Dannish fairytale as representation.

And it blows my mind that it doesn't seemed to occur or bother any usa black afrocentrist. Like ???? This is si insulting ! They all say 'anything that is not black or brown is a coloniser' but they don't seemed to have any problem with having a fairytale that is from a country that colonized (and still doing it 👀) a lot of country in different continents including Africa to represent the afro culture ?! 🤡

You said you want to represetant "YOUR" culture, but obviously you have no idea of what culture you're talking about. You think continent and country is the same, so you think that european has no culture and at the same time you said "european culture". You talk about african culture. Asian culture. But None of them exist. You think Africa is Egypt, maybe South Africa and that's it. Asia is only Japan and China. No. And you have absolutely zero knowledge about not just geography but history too.

Denmark was one of the coloniser country of the African Continent (in case you didn't know). So no I wouldn't choose I dannish fairytale to represent the people from Africa or afro descendant no.

Mermaids are a wordwilde story because it descent and came from Matriarchy. And before Patriarchy, the whole world was Matriarchal. So you can found myths and tales about them in every culture that exists in the world.

So for an afro representation there would had been a lot of choice !

I want to hear everything about the tales of Oshun, Mami Wata, Yoruba and all of the others all over the world ! But I bet you have no idea of who they were and are.

The Yorùbá Goddess Yemaya.

Conclusions :

A huge thank you for reading my very long post.

I think I'm good. I mean, I think I'm done writing my thought about the Ariel Live Action and all the topics that were brings along it and were causing a lot of "scandale". No, wait, I forgot the word? Debate ? Idk.

Please, feel free to share with me your thought on it ! What's that makes you think ? What part are you agreeing, or not agreeing ! And please, explain to me why (agreeing and not, both). I might not get it bc we don't share the same shoes and as autistic I don't always "catch" it.

And please, don't get angry or insult me if I don't understand immediatly your thought or if I don't guess them. I'm not a mind reader, so please, if you think about something that I am not aware off or didn't bring the topic on.

We can all learn from each other. It's not because we have different point of view on something that our views are necessarily in contradictions, they can complete each other's.

Thank you. 🤍

[phoenixlionme]

Why Mulan (1998) is one of the best movies ever

1. Has a central plot with stakes, setbacks, payoffs. And everything makes sense from beginning to end with no silly twists like some modern movies do.

2. Has some of the BEST musical numbers in history, Disney or otherwise.

3. Have great supporting characters that are instrumental to both the protagonist and the story.

4. While the villain may have been not the most fleshed out, was still memorable just for his design, voice acting, skill, and intimidation. Also, one scene many fans have pointed out in some posts is his reaction to discovering Mulan was the “male” solider who killed most of his army; he doesn’t disparage her for being a woman, only seeing her as the solider who bested him.

5. Li Shang, Chien-Po, Ling, and Yao. Most (not all) movies today think the best way to show a strong woman is by having only idiotic and/or sexist men. These guys prove that wrong. All of them start as typical macho, sexist men. However, while those are certainly flaws, they are each given nuance and character growth in subtle yet still noticeable ways. And due to said growth, they move past their said flaws. And they prove to be just as useful as Mulan. And then there’s this moment between the latter three and Mulan.

5. Some of the most memorable scenes: The scene as shown above, the people of China bowing to Mulan, the Emperor’s dialogue going from telling off Mulan to thanking her, and (my favorite) Mulan’s father calling her his greatest gift and honor.

6. Just a great cast of voice actors. They all just flow well into their respective characters.

7. The romance however light between Li Shang and Mulan. They are one of my favorite fictional couples. The sequel ruined them for me but I can pretend it doesn’t exist.

8. It was made in 1998 and is still LEAGUES ABOVE it’s “live action remake”.

9. Mushu was created here. And he became one of the most famous and beloved sidekicks and dragons (Disney or otherwise) in history.

10. How Mulan depicted how to ACTUALLY  do a strong female character: She is given a full character that also includes showing her flaws in her appearance (a show don’t tell thing). She has her moments of triumph and moments of defeat. She goes from clumsy and inexperienced to trained and deadly but also doesn’t refuse to ask for help (in fact, she goes to her friends because she has a plan that will only work with them). She is strong not because she can kick butt (but that’s still cool) but because she doesn’t give up especially when her loved ones are on the line; heck her biggest strength is her brains. Then, there’s this iconic moment where she disarms Shan Yu by using a fan, a symbol of femininity. See it here.

[sleepynegress]

Okay... So... I am literally crying rn.

Dungeons and Dragons was one of those staples of Saturday mornings, that had a fantastic soundtrack and great cast of characters. One of the few cartoons with a black girl in it from back in the day too! I loved this show. A group of kids are at an amusement park and are transported to another realm and granted gifts by a wise guide to help them fight the supernatural challenges they must endure in order to find way back home. I was just a kid when this show was cancelled w/o these kids ever getting home.... Well, the rights holder gave permission to produce an audio drama of the already written finale script. They got one of the voice actors, and performed it live. Passionate fans placed a comic over the performances and my grown-ass jaded adult middle-aged self finally got closure on a childhood fave.

...My gawd. The plot I always suspected panned out and they found a way home. The child inside arose like Mushu and shed a damn tear.

[ksfoxwald]

Anyway, because I'm a dweeb who never watches new releases and only gets around to seeing things like two years after the Discourse has died down.

I finally saw Raya and the Last Dragon.

It was okay.

Like, overall it was good, there just wasn't anything that stuck out to me that was particularly good about it. Except buff evil-ish princess, with her gay little undercut and giant cat. Love Naamari. Definitely my Disney gf. But other than her, it was just generic Disney okayness.

Mostly I can't stop thinking about how someone compared the dragon to a My Little Pony and at first I was like "yeah I can see that" but it's actually worse when you see it in the movie. And with Awkwafina as the voice it was like she was trying to be Eddie Murphy as Mushu which just. Did not vibe. For so many reasons.

And also the idea of "trust" as a main theme felt very papered on, like the only way they could get it to stick was to say it a million times. Because there were so many other things they could have used that were just right there. Grief and healing comes to mind, not grief from death, exactly, but that feeling of loss. Of separation. Missing someone. Knowing you are living your life while someone important to you is Not There. Trying to reconnect with someone after that distance. Might resonate with a large diaspora population, maybe?

Also the way "trust" was used in that movie felt more like the way Christians use "faith" which gave me really weird vibes. Just this dichotomy of having/not having trust/faith, of being expected to give it for no particular reason that being virtuous...Trust is a delicate thing built piece by piece, starting small before it becomes big. So I don't know where the "trust" theme in Raya came from but that almost ruined a pretty good movie even more than the appalling monstrosity they called a dragon.

[scortchedtoast]

Now my friend I need your top 5 best disney movies. Then your top 5 flops

Oooooohhhh this will be hard to narrow it down but my family and I just got finished watching a bunch. I will also keep this animated only and remove any Pixar collaborations.

1. Mulan- truly the movie of my childhood I watched this movie so much as a kid and it mostly holds up to me. Mushu is funnier than the average talking companion and the cricket and horse don't speak praise be. The songs slap, the emotional beats are the strong love the message and Li Shang is hot af. Mulan is also just such a great protagonist 10s across the board!!

2. Moana- I had been following Moana ever since it was announced and let me tell you it did not disappoint. It came out when I first started college (for animation and I wanted to work for disney which quickly fizzled out thank god but I digress) me and my friends saw it in theaters so I have fond memories of it. Story wise I have no notes a great sound track and one of the very few times I like lin manuel miranda’s work lol. I also probably bought the most merch from this movie.

3. Lilo and Stitch- A classic!! My parents don’t like it cause of the aliens??? But they are haters and are wrong. Great songs, great animation and now that I'm older I really feel for Nani and cry literally everytime she sings Aloha Oe before they come to take Lilo away. Like I cry again when the alien grabs Lilo and Nani thinks its over. Its a great movie if it can make me cry, plus stitch is adorable.

4. Tarzan- A Suprise entry for me! I remember hating Tarzan as a kid but when I rewatched it, it was an instant fave. Its so well done and also has great songs too, I even enjoyed the love story between Jane and Tarzan and I'm pretty picky about that with Disney. Like I was very pleasantly suprised and this knocked lion king off the list cause lion king was a disappointment on a re-watch.

5. Tangled- It was either this or Atlantis but I had to go with the og of the 3d princesses, and the animation still holds up! (Better than frozen’s if we are being real). This movie is the last princess movie of the old forumla incoroprating romance and a villain and its good fun. She should've got the love Elsa got but oh well.

Flops- I'm gonna preface this by saying I'm sure there are way WAY worse disney movies. I just have never watched them cause they look bad so these are the ones that I've watched that didn’t hit.

Raya and the Last Dragon- Boooo, decent premise and promising start but they had way too much ground to cover in such a short runtime. I honestly feel it would've done way better as a disney plus show like then we would've spent more time exploring the different places but no we had to speed run. Sisu was annoying af awkafina’s voice only made it worse. The moral to trust the person that literally already betrayed you, has been hunting you down, and showed no real signs of changing was also very bad and heavy handed. No way would I have trusted undercut after how she behaved also sisu is literally ignoring how the old lady betrayed her earlier in the movie just cause you trust some ppl doesn’t mean you can trust everyone.

Beauty and the beast- This was an easy one, so boring I never finished. I didn't watch as a kid so again no nostalgia but it sucks man and I tried to watch the live action too and it was even WORSE only made it through even less of that one.

Peter pan- The racism is startling on a rewatch and everyone was so nasty and mean to wendy it felt sexist a bit how every woman was a nasty hater trying to kill her because they wanted to be with peter. Also just boring and bad in general I had a horrible time watching it.

Frozen 2- A gigantic mess from start to finish. There was no salvaging this mess and the addition of the 5 spirits, and enchanted forest, and parents backstory was a confusing choice to pick. Also the spirits designs themselves were trash and super weird. Also from a dystopian capitalist viewpoint why did they not make the four other spirits magic girls as well so they could sell different dolls of the new magical girls. It also would've worked better as a tv show and wouldn't have been as rushed. I'm being nice because I know they had to rework a lot of the movie last minute.

Fox and the Hound- super boring and tedious to get through like all old disney movies. The songs were also super atrocious too, I use to love this movie as a kid but probably just because there were talking animals like no other part is redeeming. The subplot with the birds trying to eat the bug was super annoying too like this is a movie not a tv show why is there a totally unrelated B plot getting a ton of time.

[piglet26]

How Wokedom Destroyed Mulan L.A. then no one learned anything

Disney going live action is not only a brilliant cash grab for the nostalgic 90s generation, but it was also meant to introduce Disney greatness to a new generation. The 90s were an epic decade for Disney! A decade of hits that produced Grammys, millions in merchandizing, broadways shows, new theme park attractions and shows, its own channel AND properly jumped on the early 00s DVD movement. In short, Disney made a shit ton of a money from this decade.

The live actions have been trash though. Notice how Disney had been abandoning them and focusing on Marvel films? Financially, they did well while underperforming what Disney wanted them to do. They failed where it really matters and that's with the audience that grew up loving the animated version. Not because we didn't want them to succeed. We did!

Mulan is a brilliant beloved Disney film for over two decades! She was my favorite Disney princess and the boys loved her! Mulan is an action fantasy coming of age story. Mulan has battles between the Chinese army and the invading Hun army. We wanted to see the glorious Chinese landscapes. Sing all our favorite songs and hang out with Eddie Murphy's beloved Mushu. See actors bring to life Mulan, Shang, Yao, Chi-Fu, Ling. And what the hell did we get?! Barely any of that. Disney removed every lovable aspect of this film. China, the audience Disney was really aiming for, didn't even like this film.

Where did it all go wrong? Two things. The group that is at the center of most failed reboots, sequels, gender/race swaps and live editions. The woke group. The second being pandering to China.

Mulan started production at the height of the MeToo era. You know that era that was meant to target Hollywood and the systems they had in place that protected the men and women that used sex as a form of currency, control and intimidation. People seem to have forgotten that though and are back to worshipping the same people quietly allowing the same system to continue behind the scenes.

As a response to all of this going on Disney decided to completely butcher the Mulan film. Why?! Why?! Because the woke group, aware of their growing influence, thought the film wasn't empowering enough for females. This showed how the woke group is nothing more than a limited thinking group of sheeple who have the right intentions but don't exactly know where the problem is much less how to fix it.

They literally removed EVERY SINGLE SONG because some of the songs were "sexist" how stupid are you? No really how stupid are you? That you think everything needs to be dumbed down because you clearly missed the point of the movie. We all saw the film and got the point of the movie without these people being involved with the film. Thank God! Yes, Mulan faces misogyny. Girls all over the world face misogyny and you know what? The western film had the girl defeat misogyny. She saved China while being a woman and having men followed her knowing she was a woman. This is also the Chinese story because Mulan was based on a real woman. That apparently wasn't important enough for them to see either.

They excluded two great characters Mushu and Shang. Shang because he was her commanding officer, and it would be regarded as a man taking advantage of his employee. WHAT?! The guy that only treated her as a respected fellow soldier then choose not to kill her when he found she was a woman, though that was the law. Then defended, protected and demanded others respected her a hero of China. Only then pursuing her as a woman once she left the army.

Mushu, a black voice actor, got cut because of cultural significance. Uh-huh. I really suspect it has something to do with the fact that China has a massive racism problem against blacks. A fact the western and eastern world are desperate to not expose. This is the problem with political correctness though. It's hypocritical in nature and things that are hypocritical never stand for long. For heaven's sake the Mulan filmed thanked China for allowing it to film near a concentration camp!

I could say more, believe me I could, because this film fails bitterly on every front but I do want to round out the point. The point being that despite the bitter failings of the recent decade no one has learned a damn thing. Disney refuses to return to the nonpolitical booming 90s. The woke audience don't seem to realize they are also the problem and the companies they love, like Disney, they are aiding in the demise of. The western world with all our problems still stand a leg and arm above the most basic human rights violations of the east but we ignore this out of greed.

Now ignore this version was ever done and go watch the brilliant version about a girl who became an empowered woman through hard work, intelligence, courage and self-belief.

[bananaapplewaffle]

A Twisted Halloween: Spectral Soiree Book 4 and Book 5

No thoughts, head full of Wanderer soon

Book 4: Escalating Fight

I’d Like to Move On & Nary a Chaperone Silver…

Crowley what you doing on this line

Yeah Jack and Silver are highkey too serious to be startled

Plus the skills/abilities they have

Man I can’t wait till I get stopped lol

We are big behind y’all

Oh we back at the school

Well I guess someone has to die then, Sam

looks around the room

Highkey why do they listen to this old coot

Silver/Jamil/Jack | Bury the Lede

Oh baby I have to do 90 lessons

I wanna perish

Oh northern shaftlands are forestry!

WAIT

SILVER IS LITERALLY FUCKING SLEEPING BEAUTY

Listen, two things:

One, Ion her name. I may have owned Sleeping Beauty on VSC, she was not on the same level as Brandy as Cinderella.

Two, yeah we know Silver is SB, but damn it is sometimes crazy. I didn’t watch the live action Maleficent movies but—

Silver, sweetheart

What do you mean you fought bears

JACK STARTING FIGHTS WITH THE UNSUSPECTING

AND HERE’S A ROAD BLOCK

Just Keep Going & Kneel Before Me

And we're back!

So in the time that I was supposed to do 10 lessons with Jamil

I ended up doing the 30

Then 20 with Ortho in Alchemy

Oh and I also updated both this and my writing blog, so go give those a look on desktop lol

Imma be real tho, I’m very tired of these back to back fights

Jack…

PRINCESS SILVER

THAT’S ALL I CAN SAY

Just a schemer

Lilia was just teaching you whatever the fuck huh

Oh baby we’re in that one forest from Nightmare Before Christmas

WAIT WE HAVE TO DO ANOTHER SET OF POSSESSED PEOPLE

GIRL

KALIM

I’m surprised Jamil didn’t say more shit

But he probs will after this fight lol

SILEEENCE

Oh baby my job is barking up a storm

In her sleep

SILVER WITH THIS PRINCESS OF HEART SHIT

“And I’m sure Jamil feels the same way.”

Jamil who was minding his damn business and wanted nothing to do with the speech: What.

Oh wait that does kinda make sense

Oh hi Jamil

That the students would be possessed to be taken over

And that’s how even those with keen senses wouldn’t have known

Riddle/Ruggie/Ortho/Jade | Seize the Initiative & Rule 124

WHAT

RIDDLE HAD NEVER SEEN THE OCEAN UNTIL COMING TO THE SCHOOL

BITCH WHERE IS THE BEACH EPISODE

Ooooooo~

Me holding up a camera as Ortho scares the ghosts:

You’re doing amazing, sweetie

Oh my god what rule is this

…

:)

I’m all ears

RIDDLE SWEETHEART WHAT ARE YOU DOING

OH MY GOD

WHAT KIND OF FUCKING RULE IS THAT

SIX HOURS?????

FLOYD NOT IMPRESSED AND YOU KNOW IT JADE

AND HE WAS SINGING

OH NO HE’S BEEN CAUGHT DURING THE REENACTMENT

Ruggie, Riddle is pissed.

He’s probably gonna set the dead ocean on fire before leaving

NOT ANOTHER ROADBLOCK

A Comfy Bed & Is This Blackmail?

My fucking laptop died lol

This position sucks

ANYWAY

HE’S ALWAYS MAD ABOUT THE WERIDEST SHIT

WHEN YOU WALK AWAY YOU DON’T HEAR ME SAY

NOOOOOO

WE’RE IN THE FUCKING STAIRCASE

AGAIN

SIMPLE AND CLEAN

Okay whose next

WHO THE FUCK JUST USED STEAL

Oh its Azul!

SHIKAMARU???

ADMDM,AS.DMSA,DASM .SADM

ORTHO WITH THE CASUAL ASS

“Yeah I was recording literally everything. I’m always recording literally everything.”

Rook/Trey/Sebek/Deuce | Take More Interest! & A Major Influence

This is certainly a group

Okay so Silver knew about Mulan

And Rook knows about Mushu

Sebek talking about the three good fairies

WHAT

WAIT

GIRL

WHAT THE FUCK IF

SEBEK AND ROOK WERE RELATED

BITCH

NOT TREY GUSHING OVER THE FACT THAT SEBEK’S DAD IS A DENTIST

Oh my god Deuce is in a fucking mood

Oh my god trey is such a fucking nerd

Love him

PERIODT DEUCE period

YOU STUCK UP FOR YOURS

Nah nah nah

Rook why you running from the question

I hold Cater and Rook so close and just go

“What the fuck is going on with y’all?”

Small-Time Punk & Lack of Confidence & But A Prelude

Alright who's next

CATER

ITS CAY-CAY

I wassjust talking bout you

Deuce— he’s talking ya language

And highkey Trey that’s the problem

Cater needs to pop off at someone

WOAH

THE VOICE THO

WAIT TWO???

VIL???

Oh this has to be the one that possessed Deuce because why is Vil crying

Oh…sorry for ignoring you?

And the ghosts are gone…

MALLEUS????

Oh no we’ve sent him into a tizzy

Leona/Ace/Floyd/Epel | Get Digging & No-Man’s Land

Onto the last group!

SIKE

Gotta do the last few lessons

That took so much longer

Leona: I learned a valuable thing in the lab…ADHD

Ace bestie…

You better chill with Leona my beloved

SKSKSKSKSKSKSK

TWO WITH ONE

Oh honey’s gonna sing for the class

…

You can’t see it but I’m making a

“Gon head and explain” face

That’s Cute & Serves You Right

LOOK AT ACE

JUST KNOWING SHIT

But I mean yeah…you do play Basketball with Floyd soooo

Whose the last person?

I am simply not keeping count

OH SHIT IT’S IDIA

Idia I’m so sorry they're gonna hit you harder than they need to.

ACE YOU BITCH

Yes, yes you do, Leona.

They funny thing about it is

Idia is probably pretty fucking strong

You and your big mouth, Ace

THAT WAS IT???

What a terrible closer…

Good thing they released Book 4 and Book 5 together

And that its gonna be on this same post!

Book 5: Final Fright

Wide Open

Sebek.

No.

NOT MORE STAIRS

GASP

RIDDLE AND ACE

Deuce don’t be mean to bestie

Oh shit everyone’s together!

AWWWW

THE BROTHERS REUNITING

Jade shut the fuck up

Yeah it is kinda weird that y’all all united at this very moment.

A LOCKED DOOR

Chile lemme gon head and summon the Keyblade

Have this open in a jiffy

IS THAT THE DOOR

THE DOOR TO DARKNESS?

In Milord’s Presence & Breach of Etiquette

What the hell

One of them pictures on the wall look like Oogie

Who laughing

And why is it Lilia

I FUCKEN KNEW IT

I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS

PUSHED HIS OWN SON AWAY

Malleus this is not time to be playing music

I wish I could hear what he was playing lol

Ace: Damn he fucking it up

Everybody playing in on this shit

Cuz these two ain't possessed nor are the others

Riddle: NAH NA NAH

Riddle: WHY THE FUCK AREN’T Y’ALL IN COSTUME

This man is talking to the Heartslabyul students specifically

Still Merely Human & Proper Hospitality & By All Means, Weep

These bitches really bout to make me fight

Silver calling for his father in front of the fam

WHAT THE FUCK

THE VOICE

OH MY GOD

WAIT HE GOT EVASION????

NOT ON MY DUO MAGIGS

NOT MY RIDDLE/RUGGIE DUO MAGIC MISSING

Now we gotta fight Malleus

Yeah you’re right about Riddle

She sure was fighting children

GIRL WHAT

IMMUNITY TO FIRE????

HE’S GOT STRAIGHT UP IMMUNITIES

BB Sebek dedicating the victory to Malleus like he didn’t just fight him

Leona: Oh, so I’m Kingscholar now. Bet. You were never possessed to begin with.

LILIA TO THE RESCUE

PERIODT ACE WORRYING ABOUT THE BESTIES

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OUT OUTFITS CHANGED

Aaaa

I liked the purple tho…

And Grim fully broke the cover!

It Define All Logic & Let This One Go & Totally Hostile

These were the ghosts we for some reason never seen

Oh my god

He felt for them at “never been invited”

OH HERE I COME

FINALLY AT LEAST

A WHAT

AN ESCAPE ROOM

PERIODT TELL’EM SILVER

WAIT

WHAT

THE REMOVED US FROM THE PLOT YET AGAIN

DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND

Revived Here and Now

OH MY FUCKING

THEY’RE ABOUT TO MAKE A FUCKING DISCO BALL

I'M GONNA THROTTLE SOMEONE

ALL THIS FUCKING MAGIC EFFECTS

JUST FOR A FUCKING DISCO BALL

Listen don’t come for Leona being all smart and shit

NOT A ROADBLOCK

Its fine I only need to do 19 more lessons

A Whole Lotta Steam & Give Me Your Hand & No Need To Be Shy

Oh we got a twistune!

Oh hey we’re back in the plot!

Silver and his disney princess ass

Lilia’s “raise the roof” just about took me out

The girls WILL be fighting after this party is over

OH?

THAT WAS SO CUTE

Wait give who who’s hand?

Also side note

Malleus has a fatass tail

Good for him

ARE YOU FUCKING JEALOUS ACE?

Man get over here and dance with us

Aawwww my little baby Ortho

He’s making so many good memories.

I mean Lilia that is your whole ass son

Yeah you’re strong and shit but he’s still your child and gonna worry about you

“GEE THANKS, DAD”

TOODLES Y’ALL

ITS OVER FOR ME

But what Jamil didn’t know

Is that Lilia is literally Silver’s father

You better hope this doesn’t go to his head

Trey outing himself

He in fact can barely keep with the beat

He will NOT be dancing at the function

Eye on the Ball & I Wasn’t Invited?!

Not Grim falling asleep

He really is like a baby

…and me

Shit let me put some good food back like that

Yeah I’d be ready to sleep too

OH MY GOD THE DISCO BALL IS A FUCKEN PORTAL

…

Oh my fucken

They knew

OH

THEY DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THE GHOST PARTY

BUT THEY WERE HAVING THEIR OWN

They really said “Move bitch!” to the teachers

Its morning!

It really was a Halloween to remem—

WHAT FUCKING POWERPOINT SLIDESHOW IS THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Twisted Ramblings

[aesthetic-uni]

DID SOMEONE SAY SPIDERVERSE

[jjonesin4]

This is begging for a bughead songfic. BUT will it be Betty or Jughead’s pov?

[incorrect-nightrunner]

Alec: *yawns*

Seregil: Yes, being hot must be tiring.

Alec: *tilts his head* Then, you must be exhausted.

Seregil: *blushes furiously*