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Look at all your sonas all in one place!!! 💖💖

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All of you look so great! With all the unique character designs and all the sparkly shiny stardust-

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Shuffled playlist 2 and got the ost "By Your Side" from Omori! Decided to add ib too for peak sibling-ism

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ME ME FIRST IM FIRST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ALASTOR X FEM READER WHO LIKE A HOUSEWIFE IN THE HOTEL AND TAKES CARE OF NIFTTY AND CHARLE AS IF THEY WERE HER AND ALASTOR CHILDREN

A/N: You my friend, caught my attention first because of such an adorable response. So ask and ye shall receive! Here's hoping I do Alastor justice.

(This is an adorable request btw)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Reader

Tw: None! Just pure fluff!

Word count: 745

The Hazbin Bunch

Ever since you came to the Habin Hotel, it felt like everyone was a little family. You were an older demon, having died back in the forties. So you have been in hell for quite some time. 

When you first saw the TV commercial you wanted to see what it was all about. Especially since you heard that your old friend Alastor was involved. You haven’t seen him in years. Seven to be exact. And to know that he was back sent butterflies in your stomach. You never told him, but you always harbored feelings for the eccentric radio host. You never had the guts to tell him though since you feared messing up your friendship.

Little did you know, he had feelings for you as well. Alastor was already intrigued with you when you first met. Just the way you carried yourself and treated others. It was also a plus that you hated that infernal TV just as he did. Plus, you were a great conversationalist and probably the only one who could keep up with him when you had the time to dance.

Soon enough, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Angel Dust, Nifty, and even Sir Pentious became family to you. Almost as if they were your children. 

“Nifty my dear, if you truly want to kill those little bugs I suggest you swing your knife in a diagonal direction instead of a perpendicular. That way, they have less of a chance to escape.” You told the little red-headed cyclops girl as she chased around a few stray roaches.

Nifty paused briefly and looked up at you from your seat at the bar. “Ooh! That’s a great idea! Less chance for them to escape hehe.” She giggled creepily and then started back on her roach hunt. 

You shook your head and smiled fondly at the girl. Then turning back to Husk you regarded him with a warm smile. “Well, since I’m here I mine as well indulge in a small drink. What do you have in mind for me today Husk? I do so love the different drinks you concoct. If you worked at a bar back in my days on Earth, you’d be regarded as an artist.”

Husk chuckled as he started up your drink. “Weren’t you alive durin’ prohibition times though?”

You just waved your hand nonchalantly. “Ah, semantics. Besides, you know what they say. Nothing fun ever comes from following the rules.”

“How right you are Cher! Why if people followed the rules, things would be so terribly boring.” Alastor said as he popped out from seemingly nowhere.

Husk handed you your drink and you smiled as you took a sip. “Oh, hello Al. How was the radio show today?”

Alastor’s eyes lit up and his smile shone brightly. Most people would find it off-putting but you personally loved it. “It went splendidly, my dear! Thank you for asking.”

You were about to say something more, but then Charlie came down the main stairs drawing your attention. “Charlie, my dear! How are you, sweetie? Do you feel any better since the latest meeting with that infernal angel? Ad-what’s his name? The first man, I guess?”

Charlie met your gaze and smiled. “I’m doing a little bit better (y/n), thanks. But you don’t have to worry so much. That meeting was a month ago!’

You just chuckle. “That may be so, but I can tell how stressed you’ve been hun.”

Angel Dust clicks his tongue as he takes a seat beside you. “You know toots, sometimes it seems like you're the mom of this place with how ya act.” He then glanced at Alastor who unbeknownst to you was gazing fondly at you. “An if you're the mother of this joint, that’d make ol smiles here the dad.”

“Haha! You know, that doesn’t sound too bad Ma Cherie. I’d consider myself lucky to be assumed to be your husband.” Alastor said as he put a hand on your shoulder.

Instead of commenting, you could only blush furiously. Feeling the heat crawl all the way up to your ears, you tried your best to compose yourself and hide your growing smile behind your glass. Almost hoping that Alastor didn’t catch how much his comment made your long-dead heart soar. But he was no fool, he could see that beautiful smile of yours even as you tried to hide it behind the crystalline glass. 

Perhaps you truly were like a little family after all. 

Hope you enjoyed the story my friend! I gotta say, this was an adorable request. I had a lot of fun with it!

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here’s much to do with hate, but more with love ➵ lee sangyeon & lee hyunjae

non-idol!lee sangyeon x reader, non-idol!lee hyunjae x reader

when you land the lead role for your university's upcoming play, you expect your scene partner to be your best friend, lee hyunjae. but when your eyes discover a different lee beside romeo montague's, you're certain that the universe is not on your side.

genre/warnings ➵ enemies to lovers, slight friends to lovers (kind of), afab reader (they/them pronouns), university au, theater au (?), suggestive themes, drinking, pet names (sweetheart), huh yunjin is your bestfriend, i don't remember much from physics so my bad if angular momentum is not taught in college (or probably a basic lesson), kevin moon is the director and kibum from shinee is the teacher advisor, three different scenes and one flashback, p1harmony cravity twice and ive cameo too, theater kids do know how to have fun!, sangyeon macbeth burn, the scottish play is macbeth btw, theater superstitions mentioned!!

word count ➵ 6.1k words

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a/n ➵ here's my submission for the secret santa fic exchange of the deoboyznet! i got daisy @daisyvisions <3 i hope you enjoy this, and i hope i got to fulfill your request (and did justice to sangmil) <3 thank you to @vernyangel and @winterchimez for betareading this <3 also thank you to @shegotthewoobies and @sizzlingdino for sharing your theater knowledge <3 much love <3 i'll definitely consider writing a part 2 for this fic if anyone wants it :') for everyone, please don't forget to reblog (even if it's in your tbr) and leave feedback <3

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To exist is to perform. At every waking moment—every second, every location, every play—is an audience ready to witness an act, regardless of whether they attended the first act or came in the middle of the third. To exist is to perform. No matter what role you signed up for, you’re left to act as your own backstage crew, cast, and director. To exist is to perform. There’s no such thing as intermission for the crowd remains rooted in their seats. To exist is to perform. You’re born an actor; nothing can change that.

There’s an unwritten contract that comes with being an actor; it is to understand your role and scene, and then immerse in what your character is undergoing. Let the curtains draw back and feel. And most of all, never allow the audience or your castmate to disrupt the show.

(It didn’t matter if you were performing for someone or no one. The roles you undertake are made for you, after all; it’s only right to perform, perform, perform.)

(And regardless of the nature of the role—ensemble or lead, it didn’t matter because they held their own value—you knew to perform it as if it were your last show. But you’ll never allow yourself to be a ham; you would rather have someone exclaim the official name of “The Scottish Play” in the theater—scratch that, you would rather hear “good luck” at every opening night.)

For today’s play, you’re left with a monotonous role—a university student forced to listen to the blabbering of a lecturer as they teeter on a tightrope. At any second, you swear you could almost slip and fall into slumber, but the sound of your professor clearing his throat is what has you scrambling back into focus. 

“So, angular momentum.” God, you need to get out of here.

Before you can find yourself falling back into your thoughts, the table vibrates. You look down at your phone to see a text from your best friend.

jennikirin: GIRRRLLL… jennikirin: i just heard that sir key posted the casting list

Your eyebrows shoot up. With hands quick to grab your phone and type out a reply, the voice of your professor turns into elevator music.

y/n: HUHHH isn’t that supposed to be coming out next week??? jennikirin: YEAA but zuha told me that sir key and kevin wanted it up early just so they could start preparing for the production jennikirin: jichang told her btw HUEYIQEYE y/n: IMCRYAINDG!?!@?@ y/n: fuck ME now i have to sit through the rest of this class knowing that the list is out already??? jennikirin: DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED i’m stuck with sir son in stupid econ…  jennikirin: like I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU GREGORY MANKIW!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! y/n: i’m learning about stupid angular momentum under sir won… y/n: like i’m only here because ITS A GENERAL SUBJECT!!! I’M AN ADVERTISING MAJOR?? jennikirin: nvm sir son is dismissing us early 💗 i’m bolting to that corkboard see ya y/n: FAWK YEWWWW

All you have to do is follow through with your role until the curtains draw close—a simple task that seems impossible to complete. If your knees were to hit the ground and your hands would come together in a prayer position, would the performance be life-changing that the show is cut short? Could you be free from your duty as an actor playing a student?

(And it’s funny because you spent countless hours studying and praying to get into this university; you were in no position to complain.)

“That’s it for today’s class! Please make sure to read up on—”

You were out of the classroom before you could hear your professor’s full announcement. The details of your next assignment don’t matter when your fate is stored in a paper posted on a corkboard.

(Though, you know it is a lie. You did need to pass Mr. Won’s class to get your degree, and you didn’t want to go through Physics a second time.)

The hallway is filled with rumbling students, off to go to their next class or itching to get some food during their break in between. As you made your way through, you could only spit out half-hearted excuses—Sorry! Just passing!—as you bumped shoulders with strangers. Different looks were thrown your way, apologetic and scornful ones to name a few.

Your phone vibrates in your hand, and you look down to see a text message from Yunjin. A sigh leaves you as you type out a reply while walking.

jennikirin: I JUST GOT HERE jennikirin: WRU y/n: OTW WAIR FIR ME jennikirin: BITCHHHH OKAY

Once you’ve made it out of the sea of extras, you can spot the brown corkboard surrounded by a crowd of students, and you can see your ginger-haired friend looking down at her phone. She’s pacing around, struggling to not look at the cast list.

“Huh Yunjin!” Her eyes land on you as you call out her name. You scurry your way to her. “Sorry! The hallways were packed.”

“It’s fine! Now, we need to check the casting list. I was practically dying not looking at it.” She tugs on your arm, maneuvering you both closer to the paper plastered on the corkboard. As she says excuses, you spot familiar faces leaving with different expressions—joy and disappointment to name a few.

You can spot Yoon Keeho and Hwang Intak walking away, sighs of relief leaving them. Shoulders down are what Kang Minhee and Ham Wonjin sported, a teary-eyed Song Hyeongjun trailing behind the two. Faces of those you knew during your time in countless productions, and others you’ve only met during auditions; they’ve read the paper that had their fates.

Every step is a dreadful one as you trudge your way through the crowd. (Or you could say being dragged by your best friend.) But before you can attest, you find yourself facing Yunjin, both of you only one look away from finding out your fates.

“Okay, are we ready?” Be still, your heart.

With one nod, you both look at the piece of paper that holds the names of those participating in the Romeo and Juliet production. As you spot Yunjin’s name beside Rosaline Capulet, your heart leaps at the sight.

“Oh my god, Yunjin, you GOT IT!”

“Y/N, YOU’RE JULIET!” You lock eyes with your best friend, eyebrows raised in confusion at her words. “Girl, look!” She moves your face with one hand and has the other pointing right where your name lands—Y/N as Juliet Capulet. Your hand reaches to your face, palm covering your mouth as you hold back a gasp. Mind jumbled, you didn’t know what to say.

Yunjin pulls you into an embrace, jumping in her place. “WE GOT IN!” Her cheer sounds throughout the hallway, earning stares from those surrounding you two and those passing by.

Your eyes trail down the list, trying to find someone’s name. The sight of your other best friend’s name has you smiling, but you’re pulled out of your utopia when you find it situated beside a character he didn’t audition for—Lee Jaehyun as Count Paris.

“Hyunjae didn’t get Romeo?” The whisper has Yunjin halting her actions.

Her eyes rest back on the casting list. “What? He didn’t get in?”

“No, he did, but he’s playing Paris.” With furrowed eyebrows, your eyes look to who your scene partner is; who is your Romeo Montague? And when you see the word “Lee”, you expect that Sir Key might’ve made a mistake and inputted Hyunjae’s name twice.

That is until you read the word that trails after the first—Lee Sangyeon as Romeo Montague.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Lighting erupts within you. The air current moves at a speed fast enough to form a tornado, and it just so happens that you’re in the eye of it. You’re face-to-face with a natural disaster, wondering its next course of action—to consume you whole or to leave you be.

Lee fucking Sangyeon; oh how you couldn’t even say his name without your blood boiling. Is there anything even good to say about the cocky motherfucker?

You shared the tragic fate of attending the same high school as Sangyeon. And just like you, he was in the theater club. At first, he was just someone like you—a student with a passion for acting. But the thing about Sangyeon is that he presents himself well, earning gushes from those part of the club, students and teachers alike. It seemed that he was the perfect actor, always landing the leading roles. At one point, you wanted to believe that it was because he was a good actor, but the reality unraveled itself when you saw what was behind the scenes.

Lee Jaehyun, or Hyunjae as he goes, shared the same dreams as Sangyeon. They both wanted to act, ideally landing leading roles. The passion the two shared should’ve fostered friendly rivalry, a way to propel them to reach heights never imagined. But the more Sangyeon received countless opportunities to play the lead role, the more Hyunjae’s determination started to crumble. What makes the whole thing even bleaker is that Sangyeon knew what his rival felt, and made the most out of that opportunity to tear him down.

What started off as genuine words of encouragement had turned into two-faced statements. And it hurt to see your best friend believe he was incapable of becoming an actor. If anything, you could name countless roles that he deserved to play the leading role, and many could agree with you. As your best friend started to crumble, you were driven by the desire to protect him. With every appearance Sangyeon made, your hostility towards him grew, and it didn’t help that he solidified it with only one interaction.

Scratchy; that’s what your sweater feels like against your skin. Perhaps it’s the heat of the hallway that has you wanting to strip your knit sweater off, or the material has just worn off. You tug on the collar, hoping that the discomfort will dissipate. Eyes trained on the corkboard that held the names of productions your club has done throughout the years, you wonder what role could you land for The Scottish Play.

It’s unlike you to audition for a big role, a leading role to be exact, for you found yourself growing comfortable in minor ones and ensemble. Yunjin has never been able to convince you to audition for the big roles, and your other friend, Kim Younghoon, could never find the right words to push you to sign up under a main character. But Hyunjae held some power over you—If you audition for Lady Macbeth, I’ll try out for Macbeth—and you couldn’t find it within yourself to say no, especially when Hyunjae was considering giving up auditioning for leading roles overall. 

You can feel the coolness of the concrete wall against your nape. Hamlet, Three Kingdoms, Sweeney Todd, and more are the productions you’ve hesitated to audition for the lead roles. You close your eyes in an attempt to calm your nerves. One audition wouldn’t kick you out of the club, right? If Ms. Jang learned that you were unfit to be an actor at that moment, you put the blame on Hyunjae.

(But in reality, you knew you would blame yourself. Hyunjae wouldn’t be at fault for what Ms. Jang decides to do with you. Every failure you face is caused by you, and you need to take responsibility for each one.)

Then, the door swings open, and the cold air that the air conditioners of the theater expel hits your skin, causing goosebumps to form. A shudder runs down your spine. Your eyes peel open, and you’re ready to greet the person who exited the theater, about to wish them luck. But when you catch sight of the one person who has done nothing but tear your best friend down, the taste in your mouth is like acid.

His head whips in your direction, catching sight of you seated with the sample script that Ms. Jang provided resting on your lap. His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes trail you from top to bottom. “So, which one?”

The question catches you off guard. Although you didn’t like Sangyeon, you two didn’t really talk for there was no reason to do so in the first place. So, when he does decide to talk to you—like this moment, and it’s not like you two really talked until now—you find yourself surprised at the interactions.

When you tilt your head in confusion, he chuckles with a smug look plastered on his face. “Which of the Three Witches?”

And with just one question, you feel your resolve snap. For him to assume that you were auditioning for one of those roles felt like an insult. It’s not that you didn’t see the value of these roles; you know that the production is nothing without the people to fulfill the minor roles. But to hear such a question from him with his record of humiliating Hyunjae, you cannot help but believe he’s trying to do the same to you.

“I’m auditioning for Lady Macbeth,” you answer, venom laced with your tone. It doesn’t help that shock casts on Sangyeon’s features.

“Oh, I see,” he starts. He clears his throat, an attempt to hide his bewilderment, and shoots you a smile. “Well, I’d like to have you as my scene partner.”

Cocky—that’s all Lee Sangyeon will ever be. His ego has been inflated with all the leading roles he’s landed. You’ve never met anyone filled with pride like his; how could he prance around with confidence that he would get the role he auditioned for every single time?

You roll your eyes as you stand up from your seat, the script now in your hands. “I can’t believe you’re so confident that you’ll be playing Macbeth. Have you ever considered that maybe you won’t play the main role for once?” The glare you shoot at him does nothing to his pride.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty confident about the performance I gave just a few minutes ago.”

It baffles you. Sangyeon continues to prove that he’s never been given a reality check; maybe you should snap some sense into him.

“I’d rather settle for being part of the ensemble—no, having no role than play your scene partner.” If Sangyeon is thrown off by your statement, he does a good job hiding it, just like the supposed perfect actor when it comes to handling ad-libs on stage. He would never understand what it means to be an actor—what makes a production successful—if he didn’t appreciate the minor roles. 

If he had something to say back to you, you don’t give him a window to do so for you have taken your leave. You first came with a desire for the auditions to be over, but now, you come with a desire to prove you’re an actor capable of any role. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought, especially whatever Lee Sangyeon seemed to think about you.

For the first time, you and Hyunjae played the leading roles in a production. Sangyeon was left as an understudy.

Although you were in university, it’s not that you could escape Sangyeon for you two were in theater. Thankfully, the productions you’ve had a chance to work on didn’t always have Sangyeon playing the leading role.

(Though, he did still play a handful. Perhaps he still held some charm over the university crowd.)

But due to the bigger cast and production team, it was usually easy for you to avoid him. You know when to take your leave, and you know to tune him out if you can hear him act (or speak, really). Nothing good ever comes out of interacting with Sangyeon; it’s best to limit your interactions with him for it would preserve your sanity.

But the universe seems to have other plans for you. Face-to-face with his name situated right beside the name in which your character is romantically interested, you cannot help but read his name again, and again, and again.

You wish that this is just a nightmare, that you fell asleep in the middle of Mr. Won’s class, and that you’re paying for the consequences by your consciousness presenting you with the worst outcome. God, you really did mean it when you said you would rather settle for no role than play Sangyeon’s scene partner.

Stupid Sangyeon, Sangyeon, Sangyeon. And as if it were the curse of the Bloody Mary, saying his name three times brings you to your demise.

“Huh, guess you ended up being my scene partner after all.”

You whip your head to where the devil stands, right beside you with arms crossed as his eyes remain on the casting list. His gaze lands on you, and a smug grin rests on his face. “I’m wondering if you’ll talk to Kevin or Sir Key about withdrawing from the production.”

His words make you frown. Before you can retort, he walks away, your eyes burning holes into his back. Yunjin could sense the rage within you and kept her hands on your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. 

An exasperated sigh leaves you. “I cannot believe that guy.” You look at your best friend who only holds an apologetic look. “Can’t believe I have to deal with his shit even ‘till now.”

“I know.” She bites on the inside of her cheek. Before she could say more, her phone vibrated in her hand. As she reads out the notification, she groans. “Fuck, I need to go. I just remembered I have a project to work on.” She stores her phone away. “Where are you headed?”

“Uhm, I’m gonna wait for Hyunjae,” you say as your shoulders sag down. As you hear your best friend hum, you spot a teasing smile resting on her lips and you roll your eyes. “You’ve got to stop that.”

“Stop what? I’m not saying anything,” Yunjin attempts to defend herself but you both know she’s far from innocent.

You shake your head, a giggle leaving you. “Whatever, go! I’ll see you later.” You’re left staring at the cast list as she takes her leave. Busy hands fiddle with your phone, clicking one of the contacts marked as a favorite. You bring it close to your ear, waiting for him to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hyunjae-ah, where are you?”

“I’m on the way to where the cast is posted!” His hurried reply signals that he’s running to where you are. “I just heard from Joshua that it was released early.”

You chuckle. “Yeah, I heard the same from Yunjin. I’ll wait for you.”

“No need to wait too long.” You look behind you to see your best friend standing a few meters away. His hair is tousled up from all the running but still falls back perfectly in place. His hand combs through it, a grin resting on his lips at the sight of you, as he jogs towards you.

“Hey, where’d you come from?”

His arm finds its spot around your shoulders, bringing you close to his side. All while he is transfixed on the castling list, your gaze rests on your best friend. “I just had Ethics—oh my god, YOU GOT JULIET!” He spins to face you and brings you into a hug.

“Yeah,” your arms find their place around his shoulders as his limbs rest on your waist. “But, you know, you got Paris.” When you lean back, you only see a grin on his lips.

“Yeah, but who cares? I mean, my sweetheart got the part she wanted.” There he goes again, using the pet name that started as a quip but still sticks years later. You roll your eyes at his remark, but before you can say any more, he beats you to it. “Don’t think about backing out now.”

A sigh leaves you. “But,” you glance at the name of your (and Hyunjae’s) enemy, “I’ve gone through enough of him in high school. Can’t I live my uni life in peace?” You pout at your best friend, and he chuckles at your behavior, cheeks dusted with hues of red.

“Do you really want to give him the satisfaction of making you quit such a big role?” Would it be that bad to say yes? “C’mon, playing Juliet is a huge deal! You’re destined to play that role! And, I mean, you wouldn’t want to disappoint Sir Key and Kevin…”

God, it did hurt you to agree with Hyunjae. You didn’t want to waste the time and effort Sir Key and Kevin Moon, the teacher adviser and the director, must’ve put into crafting the cast list. But to go through months with Sangyeon, all for a university play? It’s not that you were pursuing a career in theater, or acting for that matter.

But would you from a few years back—a high schooler who treated every theater production as if it were a Broadway one—say the same thing? Is this the role you wanted to take on as an actor, one willing to step down over a nuisance? 

With one sigh, Hyunjae knew what your answer was. He smiles before dragging you away from the piece of paper that seems to only bring downpour. “I don’t know if this will make you feel better but I heard from Changmin that there’ll be a house party. Maybe we can drink the sour mouths away.”

“Drink the what away?” You chuckle at his choice of words. “Hyunjae, I’m so glad you aren’t a scriptwriter.”

He scoffs at your insult, “But you get what I mean.”

“I do not.”

He rolls his eyes, playfully shoving you which causes you to giggle. “Let’s just drink the bitterness away. We could be meeting our other castmates and the prod team, maybe getting to know them more.”

You cannot help but hum as you ponder over your schedule for the rest of the week. “I don’t know. I have this one homework for Mr. Won’s class that I sure as hell don’t know how to answer. I mean, I don’t even know what the instructions are!”

“Ah, just trust me! I’ll help you out with that. Just,” he stops you two in the middle of the hallway. There were barely any students for they scrambled off to their respective classrooms or looked for lunch. He pouts at you, his hands now holding yours as his fingers draw circles on the back of your dorsals. “Go with me, will you?”

It doesn’t take you a moment for you to make up your mind; you’re sure the trade-offs that come from that party won’t save your ass from Physics or Sangyeon.

But when Hyunjae leans in, his lips ghosting your ear, your breath hitches. “I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart.” You’re nothing but a puddle (and a sheep). So once he leans back, you nod. At the sight of your confirmation, he smiles. “Okay, let’s go have lunch.”

You can only hope that Hyunjae (or any of your friends, really) understood annular momentum, or whatever it’s called.

(You truly are a lost cause in Physics, and you’ll be blaming it on Sangyeon. Every inconvenience is caused by him, anyway.)

For anyone who thinks theater kids couldn’t party, they’re wrong (partially, only). Sure, there were the occasional show tunes that played from Kevin’s playlist, and a certain someone named Ju Haknyeon who belts out of the blue, but no one complained.

With only a few drinks in, you and Hyunjae are buzzed. And although you both agreed on using this party as an opportunity to get to know the other members, you still found yourselves sticking together—shoulders bumped, hands laced, or arms wrapped around each other.

Now, you two along with Yunjin and Younghoon were hanging out in the kitchen, not away from where the crowd was but quiet enough to have your own conversations.

“You know, I finally got to talk to Jihyo,” Yunjin says before taking a sip from her drink.

Younghoon tilts his head. “Park Jihyo? The one playing Lady Capulet?” A hum of confirmation leaves her as she continues to drink. “Did you see her audition for The Baker’s Wife for Into The Woods?”

Yunjin nods, letting the rim of her cup leave her lips and smacking Younghoon’s arm repeatedly. “I was able to sit in for the auditions because I signed up for prod team instead. Girl, I can’t believe she didn’t get the part.”

“Yeah, didn’t Rei get the part instead?” Hyunjae asks to which Younghoon nods.

“Didn’t she audition for Little Red Riding Hood?”

Yunjin shrugs at your question. “I’m not sure, but I do see her playing that role versus the wife.” She sets her cup on the kitchen counter behind her. “Don’t get me wrong, though. They’re both outstanding actors but I would’ve changed the casting. Some of them would’ve played different roles that suited them vocally and acting-wise.”

“Well,” you sigh. “You know that some directors are just batshit blind.” Hyunjae cannot help but elbow you, earning a whine from you as he chuckles. “I’m serious, though! Like, look at Hyunjae! He’s the perfect example.”

“Ouch. Thanks for reminding me of my tragic history.”

You roll your eyes at Hyunjae’s words, the playful tone evident in his words. “I’m just saying, some directors don’t know what they’re doing.”

In no way did you have anything against Kevin. You’re certain that he knew what he was doing; it didn’t sit right that Hyunjae lost a huge role to the same prick who couldn’t get off his high horse. But there is no point in contesting because your best friend wouldn’t allow you. All that mattered to him was that you got the role.

“Yes, but I trust Kevin. Honestly, I’m just glad I still landed a role,” Hyunjae shrugs as he sips.

Younghoon hums along. “Exactly! I heard Hyeongjun didn’t even make it to ensemble.”

A groan rips out of your throat, knowing that the two made a good point. “Yeah, I trust him, too. I just,” you shake your head at the thought of your enemy. “I’m just sick of Sangyeon.”

At the mention of the devil’s name, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, your shoulder hitting against something firm. And when your eyes drift to the stranger, you’re met with the bane of your existence.

“Talking about me, sweetheart?”

To hear Sangyeon use that pet name had your stomach churning. You plant your hand against his chest in an attempt to push him away, but you feel his pecs through the white, cotton material, and you quickly retract it. Instead, you shrug his arm off.

“What are you doing here?”

His gaze rests on the boy beside you, shooting him a smile. “Shouldn’t we use this time to build our chemistry?” To others, Sangyeon may have genuine enthusiasm to get to know his scene partner, but you and Hyunjae knew that his grin held nothing but arrogance.

You move closer to Hyunjae and his hand finds its spot on your waist. Sangyeon’s eyes flicker to your best friend’s hand but he still holds the same smile.

“Sangyeon, it’s just acting. I can easily fake chemistry,” you shake your head, trying to scoot even further towards Hyunjae. There’s barely any space between you two. “Unless your supposed great ass can’t fake it. Did all those years spent in theater not teach you anything?”

There’s no way to fake chemistry; everyone knows that, from actors to audiences. But when you’re face-to-face with Sangyeon, you would take any opportunity to get back at him for what he’s done—not only to Hyunjae but to you, as well.

Despite your words, Sangyeon’s expression never wavers. Stoic Sangyeon—he always knew how to get on your nerves. “Isn’t the point of this party to get to know each other?” You roll your eyes, looking away to give your eyes a break from the nuisance.

But when you feel his breath fanning against your left cheek, you’re afraid to say anything. The distance between you two right in front of your friends makes it feel like it’s forbidden, especially when Hyunjae has his arm wrapped around you.

“Especially with our kissing scenes.”

A chill runs down your spine. You know what he’s doing—embarrassing you in front of your high school friends just to rile you up, and rubbing it into Hyunjae that he got the lead role once more. Whatever place Sangyeon first held in your life didn’t matter anymore; he’s dug himself deeper into the pits of hell that you never knew of until this moment.

You want to push Sangyeon off and drag Hyunjae out of the house, alone together and far away from him, but a booming voice breaks the tension.

“Wow! It’s nice to see our Romeo and Juliet getting to know each other,” Kevin comes into the kitchen with a grin and gains everyone’s attention.

Under the gaze of your director, you don’t think twice about what you do. “Yeah!” Your arm quickly links with Sangyeon’s, and you notice Sangyeon freezes up. It’s out of character for you to do such; you can only imagine the expressions of your friends. “Just old friends catching up, right?” When you look at Sangyeon, you notice a flicker of confusion in his eyes, but your forced smile is enough for him to get the message.

“Yeah,” he smiles at Kevin. “I’m just glad that my Juliet is someone I know.” My Juliet? Oh, you’re going to be sick. 

Kevin is amused with the newfound information. “I didn’t know you two were friends! I never see you two interacting.”

Perhaps your animosity towards Sangyeon is obvious but you weren’t going to allow the feud to get in the way of the role of a lifetime—Kevin can never know about the water that has gotten stained with red.

“Oh, we all went to the same high school.”

“Same theater club, too,” Sangyeon chimes in.

Kevin looks at everyone with amazement. “Oh, that’s so cool! From the same high school to the same university. I’m sure you’re all happy to see each other in the theater scene again.” Everyone but one, really.

“I’m looking forward to seeing everyone work in the production,” his eyes rested on you and Sangyeon once more. “Especially the chemistry between you two.”

When Kevin takes his leave, you all bid him farewell. And once he was an earshot away, you shrugged Sangyeon off. “See? I can fake chemistry.” Your glare finally causes a small reaction from him—the startled expression on his face makes you reign victorious. “Clearly, you need to work on that.”

If Sangyeon wants to retort, you don’t allow him to do so as you leave the kitchen with Hyunjae’s hand in yours.

A few hours have passed since Sangyeon decided to come and dampen Hyunjae’s and your moods. Thankfully, you haven’t seen him since but it could be because you were too drunk to care, or maybe you were too distracted by the boy whose lap you sit on.

“Hey, why don’t we get out of here?” Your best friend’s lips graze your ear. His hands hold onto your hip, his thumbs drawing patterns on the exposed skin that’s starting to peek. You giggle as you shake your head, earning a chuckle from him. “Why not?”

His whines have you dizzy (or it’s probably the effects of the alcohol), but you do your best to answer. “Hyunjae, we’re supposed to be getting to know our castmates better. Isn’t that why you asked me to go with you?” As you looked at everyone in the living room, you know for sure there was no chance to talk to them anymore for they were too intoxicated to remember tonight’s events.

When he presses his lips to your jawline, you cannot help but close your eyes at the sensation. “Yeah, but we aren’t even talking to anyone. Why don’t we just go back to your place and just, I don’t know, make out?” He whispers the last words as if it were taboo.

This is what you and Hyunjae were—friends who couldn’t help but enter territories that blur the line between platonic and romantic. Since you two first entered university, you and Hyunjae couldn’t seem to keep your hands to themselves, always finding their places on each other. It started in such a blur—at a party just like this, both intoxicated—but both of you couldn’t help but keep it going. You still limited your relationship to occasional make-out sessions and snuggling, but you never went past such stages with him. The two of you didn’t mind the unclear boundaries, anyway.

“I don’t know,” you finally look at your best friend. His eyes seem to glimmer, and the heat rushes to your cheeks. “I haven’t gotten to talk to Daniel.”

His eyebrows shoot up in amusement. “Kang Daniel? The one playing Lord Capulet?” As you hum, he chuckles. “I can’t believe you’re thinking of another man while you’re on my lap, sweetheart.” There he goes again, using that pet name.

“What do you mean? I just want to get to know my castmates better.” The teasing tone is evident. You crave the attention—the possession—Hyunjae seems to have for you.

And when his nose brushes against yours, all thoughts are knocked out of you. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to know anyone else, not even their names. You already have me.”

For a moment, you almost think this is it—the two of you will enter domains never traversed and there will be no way to go back from it, but you don’t mind, not with him, anyway.

His eyes flicker to your lips, and you hold your breath. “Don’t do that,” he chuckles. “You need to catch your breath before I take it away.”

Before he can do anything, you feel the couch move as someone takes a seat beside him. You’re ready to put some distance between the two of you, but when your eyes land on the stranger, you realize that the universe is not by your side or Hyunjae’s.

Hyunjae scoffs and his hand cradles your face, an attempt to get your attention back, but your blood boils over the sight of the same guy who always ruins everything.

“I didn’t know Juliet gets so touchy with Paris.” Sangyeon’s comment has you rolling your eyes. Clearly, you’re too distracted by him, and Hyunjae can’t do anything but give up. Instead, your best friend just settles on holding you close to him while your gaze remains on the devil.

“What’s with you? We don’t have to talk to each other unless it’s for rehearsals.” A frustrated sigh leaves you. “Don’t you know that all we have to do is act?”

When all you’re met with is the same cocky smile he flashed Hyunjae back at the kitchen, you shake your head. You’re about to glance at your best friend, prepared to tell him that you two should leave and retreat to your place.

That is until you feel someone’s fingers hold onto your chin, redirecting your gaze to Sangyeon. Now, you’re face-to-face with Sangyeon, the distance between you two is even smaller in comparison to when you were in the kitchen. 

The air is knocked out of your lungs, your eyes looking right at Sangyeon’s. Whatever you looked like had him smirking—you were defenseless against him for once.

“Can’t handle it?” The question is meant to provoke you, have your blood boil so that you scream profanities at him. You’re sure he’s pertaining to all the little stunts he’s been doing; teasing you to get a reaction from you, acting like you two are friends, and making comments about your acting experience.

But for a second, you almost think he’s talking about himself—could you handle him not only on the show dates but also be surrounded by him for the upcoming two months?

And once more, your brain turns into mush. The lights become streaks of different colors, and they do their job of making Sangyeon look different—still the same cocky motherfucker, but now, you want a taste.

Your mouth goes dry and you’re scared to exhale, but Sangyeon only smiles before letting his hand leave your chin. It’s clear he’s happy by your soundless reaction. When he stands up from the couch, he glances at Hyunjae, and his smile turns almost sinister.

You would’ve said something like you always do, but you’re unable to form a coherent sentence. You’re intoxicated; the alcohol’s still in your system, but Sangyeon’s gaze shows that the drinks you’ve had are nothing compared to him.

With that, he takes his leave. Whatever moment you and Hyunjae shared is now lost—all thanks to Sangyeon, once again.

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[lucky-katebishop]

I read Batman: Cataclysm (1998) and I have screenshots! Let's go!

Tim's entire arc during this series is wild, man. He gets drugged by a girl he very briefly trained with, he kills Lady Shiva while he's drugged up, and then he ends up saving Lady Shiva by basically getting the drugs into her system which then leads her to kill the people they were trying to incapacitate. This is all during a time when Tim's trying to figure out if he wants to continue being Robin or not, by the way. And during a time when Gotham is literally split in half and destroyed by a 7.6 magnitude earthquake. Comics are crazy, man.

Batman is such a freak. I love when they draw him to be depicted as such.

MY BOY! He was only in a couple of panels but my love! My boy! He's so cool. I'm bummed he didn't get to interact with Tim.

Some Alfred appreciation panels :D

D.A.R.E.!Tim going strong (the 90s were really something, huh)

Some animal appreciation panels

Stephanie and Helena teamup! I went on a rant on goodreads like a few hours ago saying how I really wished that Steph would be mentored or even team up with Helena because their philosophies are very similar and LITTLE DID I KNOW IT WAS CREATED!!! They're just so similar but Steph is still figuring out her morals whereas Helena has already become adamant on hers. I really hope they team up some more, I love their dynamic so, so much.

<3 <3 <3 (this is spoken by Bruce btw - he's talking about his identity versus Alfred's safety)

Tim is SO little brother whenever he's in Nightwing's run.

THEY'RE JUST MEETING NOW?! SERIOUSLY?!

Again- SO little brother coded

... ? If Atlantis ever really existed ??? Was this a joke? Is this sarcasm? What? Aquaman's part of the Justice League, right? What is going on? (Also I could have sworn in a previous series Tim met Babs... this is all written by Chuck Dixon, right? What is going on????)

Bonus Zesti :D

'Aight, thanks for reading! I'll have another post about reading Aftershocks soon enough so if you like this, keep an eye out :)

[betryl]

Hampden College dashboard simulator

(credit to @barnbridges too for some of the ideas :))

🧣 françois-abernathy follow

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@ richard-papen ?

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???

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no.

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who DOES keep voting yes????

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who even are you people reblogging this??????

#please stop.

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drew tihs

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this is really nice bun

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No, you did not draw this.

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SHUT

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oh

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HAHASJHASHJA

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real talk what do you guys think is ACTUALLY going on at the lyceum atp cause like i've heard too much weird stuff about those freaks......

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not richard btw!! he's fine he's cool

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He still won't sleep with you anyways. Let it go. Get better soon 💕

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what do you and your creepy ass brother want from me OMG leave me ALONE

#i'm blocking ALL five of you jfc

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AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS THAT MUTILATED FARMER THEY RANDOMLY FOUND IN THE WOODS IN NOVEMBER?? WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT ANYMORE?????

#like hello??? #that WASN'T normal #why isn't the police investigating...... #hampden #mystery #unsolved

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Edmund "Bunny" Corcoran — everything we know so far about the case of Hampden's missing youth:

https://www.thehampdenexaminer.com/disappearance-of-edmund-bunny-corcoran-1627125.html

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‼️IMPORTANT!! STUDENTS OF HAMPDEN PLEASE REBLOG THIS!!!

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💔💔💔 Please guys help us find him...

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^^^ reblog!!! i really hope he's fine... share if you know anything that might help!!

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What have those greek guys got going on 😭 it's always them everytime something happens istg. let's hope they find him and all's well tho...

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YES.

#04/14/1983 #THOUGHT IT WOULD TAKE LONGER OMG #it's not even been two weeks #this is crazy... #i can't believe he actually died #rest in peace #bunny corcoran #hampden #hampden college

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Guys they found Edmund Corcoran... He's dead...

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HE'S DEAD????

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The Examiner just confirmed it. They're saying it was an hiking accident. He went in the woods near college for a walk and fell down the ravine... It was a girl with her dog who found him the other day when the snow had melted and she called the police. Broken neck and everything...

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You still believe it was an hiking accident? lmao come on. There's clearly something else behind this. Not to mention NONE of his friends have ever spoken about it or anything. Ain't that suspicious for anyone else? They have to know something.

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Stop using his death as an excuse to start fights and get clout omg... You people are horrible. Maybe let's not make assumptions on things we know nothing about and just be respectful towards him and the people grieving???? The police will take care of it it's literally not your business

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whatever he was awful tbh he deserved it

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no he didn't?? what the hell? did you even know him

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you're all ridiculous he was an ass and you know it, no one could stand him and now everyone suddenly pretends to miss him just cause he's dead, be fr now 💀

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If you think Bunny deserved what happened to him just block me. I'm so serious I don't want anything to do with you.

#i hate this school sometimes #if it was your family member or your friend you'd be devastated #maybe think about that before opening your mouths #bunny corcoran #justice for bunny #hampden #hampden college

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stop spreadin shit aboyt bunny btw. he wsa NOT involved in drugs.

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ME NEITHER. jsut so were clear yk haha

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i swear

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listen to my pdocast

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THAT ONE HUGE GUY FROM THE GREEK CLASS SHOT HIMSELF??????????

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?????? NO WAY IT'S THEM AGAIN

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Yeah it's true... Chilling...

https://www.thehampdenexaminer.com/hampden-college-student-dead-by-suicide-3683920.html

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Nah that place is cursed I tell you 😭 first that Corcoran guy they found in the ravine and now this... No wonder they shut the class down

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they really did fuck around and find out with all that cult shit they were into 💀 bet they really got themselves some curse or something messing with dyonisus or the devil whatever it was 💀💀 crazy people. who cares the college is better off without them tbh they're creepy

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Not the same discourse again... No one cares about your opinion on them. He died. TWO of them died. And you're here speculating on them and still treating the whole thing as a joke?? Gross.

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no fr y'all did the same with bunny corcoran when he went missing and now you're doing it again... i don't care if you didn't like them i mean they were kind of weird but... at least just try to be a decent human being in front of an actual tragedy. all you people should be ashamed of yourselves.

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I CAN'T be the only one thinking there must be some kind of connection between these two events right????

#idk maybe i'm crazy but hear me out #just think about it #it's barely been a month since corcoran and now THIS happens?? #like yeah maybe he was just #depressed?? for corcoran???? and so he did that #idk #but it sounds REALLY weird to me #plus what was the whole fuss with julian morrow just #randomly leaving college out of nowhere?? #AND let's not forget mcree either like????? #WHAT IS HAPPENING #hampden #hampden college #bunny corcoran #henry winter

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[moonstarmoon]

So i may or may not have an idea for nuzi to tell ya. Ok listen, what if somehow Uzi can feel the cold, idk how, just bcs!

She is walking with N around to clear her head from all that is happening, N wasn't with her at first he just wanted to be there as company when he saw her, she shivers so she rubs her arms to "warm herself up??" and then she says something like: "WHO PROGRAMED US TO FEEL THE COLD!?" (ps. N doesn't feel the cold bcs he is a disassembly drone) he notices it and asks her "You good Uzi?" and instead of her usual "I'M GOOD, SHUT UP!" she says "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!", N looks at her worried and a bit sad but gets an idea and rushes off to do "something". Meanwhile Uzi has crossed her arms annoyed at the cold. N after a bit comes back with Uzi not noticing and throws his jacket/coat on her back over her shoulders which causes her to be surprised before turning around to look at N who is wearing the suit from episode 3 (so he can at least have something on). Uzi then slightly blushes before tugging (snuggling??) herself in N's jacket/coat so she can be warm. She hides her expression with the coat by snuggling her face in it and says "Thank you." in her usual way with N just smiling widely at her before sitting next to her to keep her company again. He says "Always, for you!". (Bonus: what if he protends to forget his jacket/coat with her on purpose so she can keep it for a while longer?)

Anyways hope i was clear enough and am not bothering you with a random idea 😭👍🏻

Stay warm ! 💜💛

Thought this was just the cutiest nuzi comic idea ! Thanks for sharing I just had to draw it !

Hope I did it justice !

( sorry btw to a lot of people that have requests I am just very busy I swear I will get to yours in time if you put anything in my questions box ! )

[willoillo]

If you’re still taking requests, could you draw my oc Lotuseater?

they’re a Night/Rainwing hybrid born in the year 2004 AS on the Brightest Night

if you’re not taking requests or don’t feel like drawing them you don’t have to btw

They seem like kind of a gentleman thanks to the scarf and glasses. Hope I did em justice!! I'm trying to stagger these so I don't run out immediately like last time but I am actually trying to sketch these all x3 I like having excuses to draw more dragons~

[sweetshrimpyboi]

Party Favor Sketches of 2024 thank you all so much who requested them and I hope I did all your characters justice! I had an absolute blast and a half on these and they absolutely made the lead up to my birthday so much more fun! I love this tradition and am so happy to have made these for yall!! Now for all the lovely folks who wanted one!

@evinleighfantasy I had to go with Alev tbh he was a blast to draw and I hope his outfit is okay I did a bit of a winging it for it! XD Hopefully his tum doesn't slow him down when he serves up some smiles! I feel like his food and drink will have an even more full and lovely taste especially since he is so full and lovely himself! X3

@bat-fat Bats and trees are the perfect combo so why not a very preggy BatFat taking a lovely relaxing time in the tree with some apples above for a little snack just in case! And all the greenery definitely is more vibrant because a certain tanuki is nearby <3

@cheezihouse Yeehaw for cowboys I tell ya! And Sawyer stole my heart the first time you talked about him so I had to draw him and I must say I had a blast! I cannot draw cowboy hats but I hope I did his justice and well I had to draw him showing off his tum of course!

@dotjpreg Another take on cowboy this time he is rocking a cow print sweater and taking a cozy break on a hay bale! My first time drawing Jaden and I had so much fun I love him so much I had such a hard time picking who to draw but Jaden stole the vote because I couldn't help but imagine him in a cow print sweater taking in a nice cozy day cause he deserves it! <3

@a-ding-dong-blog This one is more of a magical journey for Sasha a nice cozy woodland brimming with magic just seemed the perfect place for him to maybe cast a little magic! I fell in love with the drawing of Sasha with the pink magical wisps on his page and had to implement that somehow and decided why not a mystical forest vibe and a cute tum to match <3

Anyway thank yall so much again for requesting and also just being amazing artists it was an absolute honor to draw yalls absolutely gorgeous characters! And being able to draw a little doodle for yall was a birthday treat for me too I had fun and I loved every minute of every sketch! It felt like I was putting together goodie bags for a party thats the happy vibes I got from it! Remember yall are awesome and stay amazing! X3

Defo go and give all these amazing peeps a follow too btw! <3

[mxtxfanatic]

Heyy ✨ hope you're having a good day. I wanted to ask:

What are your views on lan qiren and the so called "righteous" lan sect?

Their hypocrisy baffles me SO MUCH especially if we see the parallel drawn between the situations of madam lan and wwx. Without even knowing the full story or giving them a chance to explain their actions they just serve their judgement upon them. They spend their whole lives conforming to a set of strict rules but then go on and break those same rules (which they punish and berate others for) when it suits them .They go on about rules to not be prideful, to not be arrogant but ARE prideful borderline arrogant about the fact that they are righteous, that they are elegant, that they are the LAN sect . Again, They have rules for forbidding gossip and to not make assumptions but all the judgements they laid about wwx were based upon rumors. The RUMOURS they didn't even bother to check. Moreover, after the siege when they were all proved wrong, they (and all of the jianghu) just kept silent. They didn't even acknowledge their mistakes and wrongdoings. They didn't correct the false assumptions about the wen remnants. They kept on willfully being blind. They fucking portrayed the history with THEM being the beacons of justice and then have the AUDACITY, the NERVE to call themselves righteous, moral and good. I recently read a post comparing wwx and the lan righteous and I couldn't agree more with it.

I'm sorry I'm new to Tumblr idk how to attach it here (I think I was successful at adding a link). Basically it was drawing a parallel between Hindu religious texts like Bhagwadgeeta and Mahabharata with MDZS pertaining to morality and righteousness, and the parallel drawn between Lord Krishna and Wwx's character.

""  The lesson is - don’t do good deeds out of pride or with the desire to win God’s favor. Do it because being righteous is its own reward. That is the distinct difference between the Lan righteousness, which has become performative - done to preserve reputation and save face, and WWX’s righteousness, which is done simply because it is the right thing to do. The former is a slippery slope that can lead to mistakes and an unrighteous path. The latter is a difficult but ultimately the superior path."

Pheww... I'm sorry.😭 I got carried away and started ranting 😅 but it just makes me so MAD. it was so unfair what happened and the jianghu didn't got any punishment neither did they repent. I bet, post canon, even after the whole truth is out, they wouldn't treat my boy wwx as he deserves.

So coming back to the question what is your take about the lan sect and lan qiren?

Btw I love your blog 🥰especially your takes on MDZS. Your arguments and opinions are very concise and factual it leaves less to be desired.

This is a very long and engaging exchange I once had with @/ladyqueth on the topic, and with a few small changes to my view on Lan Xichen (I said he "isn't shown to have learned" by the end of the novel when I should have said he's still processing; the former makes it sound like he pulls a jc or lqr) and a caveat that there is validity to wangxian choosing to leave the Cloud Recesses to enter seclusion elsewhere and I just couldn't find it during that convo, this is pretty much how I still feel.

Idk who said it or if this would even apply to a translation of mdzs since I do not know the language breakdown, but someone once said that it was a mistake that cultivation sects/clans got translated as "righteous" instead of "orthodox," because "righteous" holds a connotation in English that doesn't necessarily carry through to what is meant when used to describe the clans/sect in cultivation cnovels. Can't say that you are a "righteous" cultivator in a world where it is perfectly acceptable and expected of you to kill someone on the street and steal their stuff just because they're weaker than you. That's like the opposite of righteousness as English speakers use the word lmao!

[passthroughtime]

well, aren’t you fucking stupid then

it amazes me how in LJ yagami is ready to save everyone and everything from the powers that be, UNLESS it’s kuwana. one might argue he’d learn something from okubo, but nooooo. granted, it’s not that simple of an equation (okubo’s “i didn't do anything” vs kuwana’s “i did it and feel no remorse”), but... yagami STILL struggles to see nuances of this particular situation.

and that’s ridiculous, because in any other case he’s more than ready to give a person another chance (to be heard/understood/supported/idk)

taking the school stories into account isn’t fair, but giving up on itokura never crossed yagami’s mind, even though she hurt seven people just because she was petty. he hopes that this isn’t what she wants deep in her heart, but is ready to let go if it is really. he talks to her, gives her the chance to accept his help and get out. he happens to be right, she doesn’t want this life. good for her. thank you yagami.

when he suspects sawa may be involved in mikoshiba’s murder, he still gives her a benefit of the doubt (after all, the screenshot above shows how he feels about her being connected to both murders, he just doesn’t want to jump to this conclusion because he knows her). he still goes and confronts her ofc, begs to make things clear, and after runs to her apartment when something troubling has suddenly happened that keeps her away from him, without thinking it can be a trap.

funny little tidbit in the main story as well:

who they are? idk! why does yagami suggest they don’t deserve to be punished? idk again! he’s just being a good guy i guess! (though i honestly think the last words should’ve been directed to kuwana. they always felt out of place to me, why would yagami think public security even has a use for that random dude? but kuwana... yet he can’t say that to his face for some stupid reason.)

kusumoto is a tricky one, because yagami blames both her and kuwana, but here’s the thing. he tries to convince him before he tries to convince her. time and time again yagami has the exact same conversation with kuwana, and only once with kusumoto (that’s undestandable though, BUT he pressures kuwana more in intensity time and time again vs the only chance he has with kusumoto).

an interesting thing here is what they are about to lose if kawai’s murder comes to light. kusumoto herself says it best:

kuwana will be tortured (to death), kusumoto’s political actions will be controlled. fair. the exact same.

btw she’s not the first one to tell yagami that kuwana is in grave danger. hell, yagami himself says (repeats) that to others.

but when kuwana says it to him, yagami suddenly doesn’t want to listen and doesn’t care that kuwana most probably going to die if he is about to go to the police (most obvious example of this exchange is shown before dig in your heels fight). which is kind of ridicuous, and may be the writers’ oversight, but i prefer to think that it is to show us how stagnant yagami’s beliefs may sometimes be.

yeah. tell me more. he literally says “i can excuse ANYONE but i draw the line at kuwana”. that is also considering that he still can save kuwana’s life, as opposite to emi and sawa. getting the truth of sawa’s murder out is retribution.

so, yeah, i believe that for the most part, his approach to justice is closer to punitive aspect than restorative, hence those all “i get how you feel, i know so well that it scares me”. yagami’s main problem with kuwana is that the latter decides himself what’s the right thing to do. it blinds him so much that he doesn’t care about what happens to kuwana after he surrenders to the police.

...to be fair to him, this is true only until the last cutscenes of the game.

this includes kuwana. i don’t care if i’m being delusional. it just does. the point here is that kuwana’s life is worth more than the justice system which is tend to be broken and redefined in the state that it is now.

...that’s not the point of this post though, so i’ll just shut up.

the whole “coming clear with your crimes” thing would work if both kuwana and kusumoto do that, simultaneously, not just kuwana. and yeah, yagami talks to them both, though in the end, kusumoto's confession seems to be enough. because for public security, kuwana is valuable as long as kusumoto’s secret is, uh, a secret. as well as he can’t be used as a scapegoat for soma’s crimes anymore, thanks to mafuyu and takano’s efforts to uncover this whole PS mess.

yet, yagami pressures kuwana the most. as if he’s not just a tool in a large-scale political game lol, and if his whole role in it wasn’t obvious to yagami from the beginning.

or what, he thinks if he was able to put himself in danger while investigating AD-9, and survive through it all, then anybody else can do it? kuwana is much more defenseless than yagami was, there’s nothing that would’ve protected him, or at least avenged the memory of him in the worst case scenario,

it fascinates me how yagami just... ignores the very real threat to kuwana’s life and his obvious insignificance in the grand scheme of things. idk. maybe yagami used kuwana more as an outlet for his frustration, but wow, that was fucking cruel of him to keep repeating to kuwana to go kys (sorry.)

during the boat’s scene, we can see in real time how yagami’s belief clash with each other: he knows that kuwana is about to be silenced for the greater good (the fate unfair to anyone), but kuwana is also a serial killer and that very kind of scum (who brushes away the consequences of his crimes) which doesn’t deserve to be saved.

^ i love this moment, how yagami still can’t figure out how to feel about him.

and then kuwana proves that he’s not, in fact, the kind of a person yagami despises, and the scales tip in his favor. yay. but kuwana is still a serial killer with no remorse to which he seems “deserving” of his justice. nay (?).

although, the problem is solved when kuwana uncovers his crimes. maybe, he won’t kill again, because going public with the reasoning behind them is good enough of a lesson (hard maybe).

but i think it’s beautiful, you know, in the end how yagami ends up losing his judgment of people, and that’s all just because of kuwana.

yes, it is a shippy post after all.

[okkalo]

Hii! (not sure if im doing this right, sorry if its in the wrong spot) If you do zantetsu, could you do zantetsu meeting reader’s parents and holding hands under the table to calm him?

Could I be ⭐️ anon too? Thank you!

hi ⭐️ anon!! this was a cute request jaisiej i always get so nervous writing for zantetsu i hope i do him justice anyways thank u for the request and i hope you enjoy 🫶

reminder: no format requested means i can do any i want. read rules for more information on formats.

character: zantetsu

- poor babe

- he was so nervous but he refused to show it because he wanted to keep his cool act up

- the only part is that he sucks at acting

- that and you’ve gotten to know him and his signs over the time together

- he’s been nervous ever since you told him of the news

- and you try to subtly calm him down over the time, not exactly wanting to embarrass him

- he doesn’t notice any of your extra care, luckily

- he’s still nervous and though

- probably shaking because he’s so nervous :(

- trying to take secretive deep breaths in the car before you guys go in

- so so obvious though LMAO

- whenever he introduces himself he messes up on his name.

- says a whole different name

- introduces himself as your dad’s name???

- your dad looked so confused

- zantetsu did too.

- quickly laugh it off and say “zantetsu, you’re so funny”

- not only does it make it seem like a joke but it also reminds him of his actual name

- probably is as quiet as he can be the whole time

- so scared he’s going to say something dumb (bless his heart he already has)

- you notice his silence throughout the time and can’t help but feel bad

- you guys finally get to the dinner part and get a moment together because your parents refused to let you help bring the food out

- btw before sitting at the table zantetsu SPRINTS to pull out your chair for you

- soccer speed and all

you sigh, staring at the male in front of you as he nervously spaced out while looking at the wall. you hated having to watch the man you loved go uncharacteristically silent in hopes of not seeming dumb to impress the people close to you. you knew you should let him learn on his own about how to get close to your family, but this wasn’t getting anywhere. a little comforting couldn’t do him wrong.

you let out a soft breath before sliding your hand under the table, reaching so it met his. his eyes immediately widened, head jerking so he met your eyes with his surprised ones. you put on the best gentle smile you could, trying to make him forget of his worries. “baby, you know there’s nothing to worry about,” you start out with a whisper, talking low so your parents don’t accidentally hear you, “they already love you. they put up with me talking about you all the time, i promise you that they can’t hate you.”

his eyes widened once more at your words before his face relaxed, a small smile on his lips. “you talk about me to them?” he asked in a rough whisper, drawing a giggle out of you. you sweetly nodded before looking back at him with lovesick eyes.

“try to talk more,” you spoke up in another whisper after a moment of silence, “they’ve been waiting to meet you, y’know. they’re excited to hear you and your pretty voice.” you encouraged, still looking at him with gentle and calming eyes. your heart leaped once his eyes mimicked yours before nodding. you both went silent, loving smiles on each of your faces as you both held your gazes, truly feeling like the only two people in the world.

your heart saddened once he jumped at your parent’s entrance, though you had hope he would speak up now. you made sure to give his hand a squeeze, though with no intentions of pulling away. you didn’t miss the way his lips went up into a smile, still focused on your parents. yeah, he had this.

unedited thanks for reading!

[tokusaatsus]

HELP IDK I JUST CAME BACK FROM A TRIP did I miss anyways getting caught under the mistletoe with natsume. I’m late so if this exceeds ur 5 requests limit pls delete it!

UNDER THE MISTLETOE

ft. sakasaki natsume

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: mentions of alcohol (spiked punch)

Christmas.

That time of year where magic blooms in the air, as snow coats the rooftops a glittering stardust-silver. Families and friends gather together to rejoice with their loved ones, to celebrate the almost-end of one year and the almost-start of the next.

Ensemble Square is no different.

Perhaps these Christmas parties, extravagant as they can be, are Tenshouin-senpai’s way of asking for forgiveness. And perhaps this easy acceptance is everyone else’s way of giving to him, on a night where all grudges are discarded, just for a few hours.

Still, that doesn’t mean certain people don’t take every opportunity to avoid your aforementioned blond senpai, even if it means retreating to the food tables and stirring the nearly half-empty punch bowl, the liquid a bright magenta colour. “I wouldn’t advise getting thIS.” Natsume says when he notices you walking closer. “I think someone spiked IT.”

“Good to know? But I actually came here for you.”

Natsume raises an eyebrow and wiggles his fingers in a ‘go on’ gesture.

“How long do you plan on avoiding Tensho–mmph!?”

“Don’t say his naME.” He hisses, looking around furtively. “What if he hears yOU?”

He’s not a demon, you want to say, a little irritable. But that would involve removing his hand from your mouth and you decide to take the…pettier route.

“EUGH!” Natsume yelps, yanking his hand back as he glares at you. “Did you just lick ME?”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can, a boisterous voice interrupts you. “Oho ☆ And what’s this? Two little lovers trying to sneak away from the party? How duplicitous! Terrible, terrible thing to do at a party, you know. Oh my… And what’s that above your head?”

“Wataru-niisAN.” Natsume sighs, looking exasperated.

Wataru ignores him, instead gesturing above your heads with a theatrical flourish. His voice rises, drawing the curious gazes of everyone in the immediate vicinity. “Behold! Mistletoe! Our dear Natsume has been caught, it seems. How amazing ☆!”

“Hibiki-senpai, what–?” Wataru gives you a wink, before he’s shoving you closer to Natsume. You stumble, and the redhead doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. You place your hands flat against his chest.

“Come now, Natsume~ Don’t be shy.” Wataru hands you a rose, which you take with skeptically. “It’s a Christmas tradition!”

“Um, Hibiki-senpai, you’re causing a scene. Don’t force him…” You giggle awkwardly. “Besides, it’s not like he even wants to kiss me, haha…”

Natsume’s eyes narrow, catlike, and you feel a shiver go down your spine. When he looks at you like that–like he’s trying to figure you out–you freeze, deer in headlights. Except the headlights are Natsume’s molten honey gaze. “And what if I said I did want to kiss yOU?”

“Then I guess…” You hesitate, searching for an answer in his eyes. They soften, almost imperceptibly, but you notice. Your voice gets stronger. “I guess, you’ll just have to kiss me then.”

notes!

WC: 495 words

reze txt HI KAZE !! no dw u were def not late (i am tho sobs) but it’s not yet jan so. reze W :3 bcuz it’s still 2022 and it’s only been like. 6 days since xmas. ANYWAYS. this was a cute prompt and i hope i did it justice uwawaaaa I HOPE U ENJOYED UR TRIP BTW!! (london right?) kiss kiss mwah <33

[ratcatcher0325]

A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #22)

HELLO! 🎃HAPPY HALLOWEEN!🎃 What’s spookier than goblins and ghouls??? Returning to a fic after 8 months of completely unintentional hiatus only to come back and drop the angstiest chapter so far! 👻 But I am so happy to finally return to telling Alexander’s story. I missed him and I hope you did too!

Can’t thank @not-a-space-alien enough for beta reading and giving me some great feedback on this one! You rock!!

Seriously though, this chapter is angsty as hell. He is mistreated and dehumanized and it’s all very stressful for our poor hero. But don’t worry, It’ll all be okay in the end.... Just not this chapter! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!  

Chapter #22. Alexander’s life is a horror movie. Happy Halloween I guess??

Previous: Chapter #21

Next: Chapter #23

Word Count: 6,606 Read Time: Approx. 41 mins

CW: adult language, extreme angst, dehumanization, infantilization, fearplay, injury

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #21: Morbidities

[Alexander’s POV]

In the bent, scratched surface of the reflective swinging door, I could just discern the pastel multicolored blob that appeared to be me. My hair a streak of straw color against the overwhelming purplish backdrop of the human’s scrubs which surrounded me like the edifice of a living, breathing building. At a foot or so away, suspended in midair by the palm of this young woman’s hand, there may as well have been a mile of distance between me and any hope of returning to the room I’d just occupied. 

Still, in spite of the emptiness of the gesture, I leaned forward, arm outstretched in the chasm of open air between my pathetically little hand and the barrier between myself and the only human I’d come to tolerate. I pictured her warm eyes boring a hole through the selfsame door on the opposite side. As I leaned forward in fruitless desperation, quelling my rising desire to call for her by name, the air was suddenly chased from my lungs as two fingers slammed over my abdomen and chest, yanking me back and forcing me to catch myself with a hand to keep from being forced into a prone position. I wrenched my shoulder away at the touch, coughing slightly from the pressure on my throat, as she mused, her voice lilting and sickeningly sweet, “Awwww careful there, little one, let’s not give ourselves more of an ouchy than we’ve already got…” 

I felt my vision go red as I whipped my chin upwards to meet her eyes, pointing a sharp finger as I spoke, trying to ignore the hazy whiplash it gave me, “Do not touch me more than is absolutely medically necessary and never speak to me with that condescending tone, again, or I’ll—“ 

My voice was quickly drowned out by boisterous laughter. My platform shook as she shamelessly laughed, pulling me before her eyes. All in a rush, two  latex-clad fingers surrounded either side of my face. I snarled, and writhed, but for all my efforts, there was no hope of breaking loose. She smiled broadly, flashing bright white teeth, “Oh my god, you’re one of those grumpy little guys aren’t you? You know we have a name for that? It’s called ‘Little Man Syndrome’. You’re just all mad cuz you’re cute as a little button… yes you are!!” 

She shook my head, trapped between the massive pads of her two fingers as she emphasized her words, speaking in a most infuriating tone of voice. I scowled as I felt my cheeks burn. I clawed at her rubbery, gloved fingers but to no avail. Drawing breath to verbally eviscerate her, I felt my stomach, suddenly, drop out from under me. She lowered me down, in one terrifying rush, sending my heart flying into my throat and causing  pain to blossom throughout my nervous system. My vision clouded as I felt myself on the precipice of losing consciousness. As much as I vehemently desired to put this woman in her proper place, I bit my tongue, recognizing this all would be far worse if I couldn’t even advocate for myself.  

Blood pounded in my ears as she began to take a jostling step forward. I felt as though I had cotton stuffed inside my cranium, as the world seemed like a dulled, hazy blur. I could hear her voice, seemingly miles above, as she cooed some meaningless nonsense about how she’d “...take me home, if only she could”. I grit my teeth at the asinine comment before focusing on regulating my heart rate. 

My cardiovascular and nervous systems went into overdrive as my brain instructed my body to fight for survival. The air here was sharp, acrid, and cold as it entered my nasal cavities. A chill ran down my spine as my hair stood on end. As soon as she began to bound away from that portal which separated Natalie from me, a mere few inches of hinged metal, sliding across a cold, peeling linoleum floor, I felt myself grow more and more uneasy. 

As much as I did not care to touch her, I found myself clinging to the latex which wrinkled around the curves and undulations of her hands, just to keep myself steady. My stomach was already twisting in knots, but whether that was from anger, or motion sickness I couldn’t tell. 

As my vision returned to a somewhat clearer focus, I glimpsed at this drab space full of aluminum surfaces: machinery with display screens, lights, knobs and switches. With a quickening pace of my already racing heart, I noticed and, then quickly tried to ignore, the wall of dim, little kennels stacked one on top of the other along the furthest wall. I had no desire to see what might be held in them. Overall, this place was blindingly bright, each piece of equipment sharp in its angles and edges, cold and unwelcoming. I could hear a cat howling behind a closed door. My skin crawled. I hated with every fiber of my being to admit it, but as I was throttled with every footfall of the human who held me, I was….dare I say it, terrified. 

A pallid wash of overhead fluorescent light cast unflattering purple and blue shadows under the eyes of the humans my captor was approaching. They seemed to be fellow technicians, both young, both despicable to me by their mere existence. While being thrashed around, I had a hard time discerning their individual characteristics, but the moment my captor was upon them, she stopped in her tracks, causing me to lurch forward, again, and be dubiously smacked across the chest by not so gentle fingers… again. I wrenched away from her touch. 

As she approached, garnering for her co-workers’ attention she spoke shrilly with far too much enthusiasm, “Hey! Look at this one we just got back…. Look, he’s a grumpy little thing, watch!!” Suddenly I found myself with an audience of three looming over me like intrigued onlookers in a curio shop, as if I were some kind of fascinating, entertaining object. 

Three giant faces took me in as I snarled back at them, “I’m not grumpy…. I’m in pain. I need… I need medical care…” my breathing was labored, my brow slick with sweat. My pride was far more injured than my leg, from having to ask for help. I couldn’t keep from gnashing my teeth, as I felt the immediacy of just how little, and, consequently, helpless I was. 

The countenance directly above me, looming overhead and all around, belonged to my captor: with a sharp, pinched face, a choppy bob of raven dark hair, she didn’t exactly cut the expected image of a veterinary technician. In front of me, dominating the rest of my, admittedly limited, field of vision, were the others: the face closest to me belonged to a young man with broad shoulders and a strong chin. Finally, a fraction of a step behind the hulking figure, but still separate enough for me to tell at a glance she was less in league with the others, was another young woman: eyes slightly obscured behind lenses, her expression was less utterly delighted and more quizzical. Perhaps, by human standards, her features would be considered less traditionally attractive than her counterparts… but I paid attention to none of that, beyond a momentary cursory glance. What I observed next was far more important to me: a glimmer of compassion in those huge, hazel eyes. I desired more than anything to be in her grip over these other two moronic musketeers. I swallowed, staring at her with an infinitesimal softening as I willed her to see me as these others could not. It was the only possible hope, so far, that I could cling to.

However, I found my moment of pleading for mercy was cut short, as I was suddenly wrenched through the air. Held aloft between finger and thumb, both of which jammed into the thin flesh of my ribcage, I was soon face to face with one, icy-blue eye belonging to the hand I was captured in, charcoal makeup surrounding its lid. “Isn’t he adorable!?” The squeal of delight made me growl. I snapped and snarled, wincing from the ear-shattering volume. I prepared to retaliate with an ever-intensifying fervor, when another voice, human, female, beat me to the punch. 

“H-Hey… you shouldn’t be doing that. He’s showing clear signs of distress…” Distress is a bit of an understatement, at this point, but I’ll take what I can get. The voice belonged to the compassionate one, her delivery far from commanding. 

It seemed the other humans were as unconvinced as I was. Instead of heeding their co-worker, they scoffed, the male siding up next to that clear blue iris, his massive, thick finger hooking beneath my chin and forcing my gaze towards his. My whole body stiffened against his touch, I set my jaw, baring my teeth, writhing as much as my sore and aching body could, “Awww, nah, she’s full of shit, isn’t she? You little guys love getting loved on, dontcha?” Still held by the soft underside of my throat, a female finger descended upon the crown of my head to tear at and ruffle my hair. I was weak, I was afraid, and I knew, despite my boiling rage, I had little to no control over what happened to me next, but I couldn’t stand it anymore: I lashed out. 

“TOUCH ME AGAIN WITHOUT MY CONSENT AND I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BITE YOU!!! LISTEN TO ME YOU THICK-SKULLED, DIM-WITTED, DULL-EYED CRETINS… I WILL REPEAT MYSELF ONLY ONE MORE TIME…. I HAVE AN INFECTED BITE WOUND THAT NEEDS IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION. IF YOU CANNOT BE MOTIVATED TO SIMPLY DO YOUR JOB I WILL NOT HESITATE TO ENSURE THIS PLACE IS STRIPPED OF ITS LICENSES AND CLOSED PERMANENTLY!!” 

They pulled away, their fingers, thankfully, removed from my head and face. I was still dangling aloft, high in the air, but I finally had enough space to breathe. I was puffing after screaming my lungs out like that. They stared at me. All three. And for a pregnant moment, there was nothing but stunned silence and the rather sickening sound of a whirring saw in the far off distance. I felt, with acute sensitivity, a bead of sweat as it trickled from my scalp and down my brow, the tattered and laborious sound of my own, broken breathing, the rush of blood to and from my heart as I hung, literally, in suspense, to see what they would do next. 

They exploded with laughter, painfully loud at this intimate distance. I darted my eyes beyond the shaking shoulders and twisted, mirthful countenances of the man and woman before me, to lock eyes with the third party. She was wringing her hands, clearly torn between her conscience and fear of conflict. It was painfully clear that the other two held her in no high regard, likely because she actually seemed to be at this job for the right reasons. She stared back at me, brow furrowed. 

“Did you hear that? He’s gonna shut us down!” I watched through clenched teeth, as the young man pointed and held his own split sides. He  was practically crying from thick, belly laughter. 

“Hey… guys, you should really stop fucking around… Dr. Greene will be back any minute, and��“ I wished the only one here with any sense had a fraction of my resolve. Couldn’t she just push them aside and take me in hand? The adrenaline was wearing off and I was feeling less than adequate, to put it lightly.

“Shut the fuck up, Lindsey,” the retort came from the sharp, biting tongue of my black-haired captor. The intended target of the verbal wound, winced. It was clear the power dynamic here was stacked far out of my favor. I jutted my chin and puffed my chest when those blue irises bore into me, once more. I would not let her see me tremble. She broke into a bright, delighted smile, “Awww, look at that grumpy little face! You upset with me? Hm? Was I not giving you enough attention? I’m sorry!” She jutted out her lower lip in a mock pout, “Got any other big words you feel like yelling and screaming?” 

Lindsey, the only one to seem to care about my well-being at all, stepped forward, hand outstretched, reaching for me,  “No, I- I mean it, Nina, you should really stop! He clearly doesn’t like it and you’ll hurt him holding him like that much longer!” I swallowed hard, waiting and watching. It was all I could do.

“Oh my god you’re so annoying! Can you just be cool for, like, five minutes?? We’re not doing anything but having a little fun! Isn’t that right, little guy? We’ll take great care of your fucked up leg, there, don’t worry, we just wanna love all over you first! Lindsey doesn’t know anything about that, does she?” Before I could wrench away, my face was pressed between two fingers once more. Despite all my efforts to resist, she easily took control of my head, and forced me to shake from side to side as if expressing a negative sentiment, “No, she’s just got a big stick up her ass about fucking every little thing, doesn’t she?” She beamed, positively gleeful at this newfound form of humiliation. 

“Let go of me! I won’t stand for this!” 

“Awww, sweetheart, of course not! You’re not standing, I’m holding you! Silly little thing, did you forget?” She puppetted my head up and down to nod in the affirmative. I growled and writhed, to no avail, “What’re you so mad about, huh? We just think you’re adorable! What’s so bad about that? C’mon, cheer up! Lemme see you smile! Let’s see that pretty little smile!” The gigantic pads of her fingers started to pull on either side of my mouth. I gnashed and writhed, but was unable to sink my teeth down on her latex-covered flesh. I burned white hot with rage, my skin slick with sweat, my muscles aching from being suspended like this. 

“Nina! Cut it out–” 

“Oh, don’t even start with me! I know it was you. You’re the one who filed the anonymous complaint about Greene botching the surgery on that pet, you tried to make it look like it was the client who complained, but I know it was you. You were the only one actually paying attention to surgery rotation that day. There was information in that report only you could’ve known. Don’t fucking lie to me. I’m not as dumb as you think and I don’t have to keep that information to myself. I’m happy to go tell him right now and get your ass fired, or you can calm the fuck down and let me have a moment of fucking joy at this godforsaken job. What’ll it be??” My heart pounded in my throat, but the resulting silence was all the answer I needed. My stomach flipped. Lindsey cast her eyes down to her shoes. Nina scoffed. 

The thin flesh on either side of my ribcage was bruising and awash with pain as she continued to pinch me, her fingers stronger than any muscle in my body. It was painfully clear, I was trapped. What was all that about botching surgeries? I couldn’t help but quake. I wanted to cry but I would never give them the satisfaction.  I felt the defeated party’s eyes on me but I refused to turn to her, she wasn’t going to help me after all, so what was the point? “Now,” my captor continued, “Where were we? Oh! Yes! You were bitching at us about getting us all fired! How cute!!” She caressed my chest with a finger tip and she paused over the smiling unicorn, about the size of her nail. She seemed to really notice my shirt for the first time, “Okay what comedic genius put him in this??”

Jason leaned in to get a good look,  “Ha! Oh my god! Look, at his dumb little…. Is that a unicorn?? Amazing! You look great, bud!” 

 She gasped, making me jump, “Oh, look, it sparkles! It’s so stupid!!” She pinched between thumb and finger and pulled on the fabric, wrenching my head and neck forward. 

I burned with rage, “Stop it!! Treat me with dignity or I’ll—“ 

“—Or you’ll what?? Oh wait! That gives me an idea, come here. Jason, get me some paper from the printer…” She turned her back on the aluminum examination table and headed for another corner of the room, where a dusty, disheveled old desk sat. The lopsided swivel chair behind it was held together with duct tape and a prayer, looking ragged and torn. Besides a computer, the desk was littered with paper clips, sticky notes, folders, and a bobble-headed dog figurine, among other things. It was an obscene mess. Did this place really have so few resources that they had no spare room for a separate administrative office?? Natalie really had taken me to the bottom of the barrel hadn’t she? 

Natalie. Did my heart skip a beat when I thought of her? Did I mind that? Was she still waiting for me? Was she worried? Did she have any idea I was being thoroughly humiliated back here? Would she do something if she did know? I genuinely thought she would. For me. I had someone who cared enough to fight for me. Her words echoed in my pain-dulled grey matter, “I know you aren’t going to let them do anything to you without a fight. So let them have it if they deserve it. You’re quick on your feet and incredibly smart. Use that to your advantage. Remind them how similar you really are to them.”

My heart beat faster; this time not from fear, but, rather, dogged determination. For once that bumbling, well-meaning fool of a human was absolutely right. I was vastly more intelligent than them, and I’d use that for all it was worth. Besides, I’d never been one not to make a fuss when necessary. I found myself being placed down on the surface of the desk. My bare feet landing on a single sheet of crisp, white, printer paper. 

“You think you’re so smart? Go on, file a formal complaint and we’ll make sure it gets sent up the proper channels… See? Lindsey, we are respecting his boundaries. Happy now?” she was looming over me, her hands on her knees, that black hair falling about her face in such a way that made the angles of her cheekbones somehow seem sharper and more sinister than before, “Awww wait, you’ll need something to write with won’t you? Someone taught you how to read and write, didn’t they? I’m guessing so, since you talk like an angry little thesaurus…” as she spoke, she leaned over me, past my head and far away to the other side of the desk, showing off just how much bigger she was than me, as her outstretched arm cast a shadow over where I stood. With deft fingers, she snatched up a hefty, cobalt blue ballpoint pen, likely the heaviest she could find, before  placing it squarely at my feet, “Well, go on. Pick it up. I wanna see you try.” She flicked at the pen with her finger, it rolled over, landing just before my toes. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and flatly refused to move. My leg burned with pain, and I leaned as much of my weight off of it as I could, but I was determined not to let her see me falter, “Awww come on, you don’t wanna prove what a big, strong boy you are? Come on! You can do it! It’s only as tall as you!”

As I whipped up to meet her gaze, my rage boiling over as I grit my teeth, I saw she had her phone in hand. Was she documenting this?? I flew off the handle, kicking the pen as hard as I could in her direction and barked back. 

“What sort of childish, pathetic little game do you think you’re playing? Unlike every other creature in your care (if it even deserves to be called that) I can report back on my service at this facility. I’m not some living doll, put on this earth to amuse you! Do you hear me? I’m a person, no different than you and your slack jawed boyfriend over there! And beyond that, I’m a patient at this institution. I will not participate in this cycle of humiliation you seem so bent on enacting. Frankly, you’re embarrassing yourself… this type of behavior is beneath you. How old are you? Early twenties? You’re far too old to find the torture of small creatures to be an acceptable pass time… although it is a harbinger of other psychiatric problems… is all this a cry for help? Perhaps you’re the one who most needs to be seen by a doctor…” 

Her phone clattered to the surface of the desk as her gloved hand rushed me. I barely had a moment to blink, before I was engulfed in a crushing fist, “Oh fuck you, you little bastard…” 

She jabbed her free index into my chest, but I wasn’t even listening, I just started screaming back, “I will personally see to it that you are sued for willful negligence, and animal rights abuse! You’ve no right to treat me this way…” 

Her voice was joined by both Jason and Lindsey, all four of us fighting to be heard above the others. His first addition to the cacophony, a painfully late response to my insult, “Wait? What’d he mean by slack jawed? I have a great fucking jaw line, right, Nina?” 

The bespectacled woman shouted, “Okay this is getting way out of hand! Everyone just stop yelling!!” 

Nina continued, squeezing me about the middle and dragging her finger across the exposed parts of my body, “Who the fuck do you think you are?! Huh?? You ought to learn how to be sweet. Humans would like you much better when you’re sweet and cuddly and cute. All this anger and yelling is just gonna get you in trouble, little fella. You understand?” I watched her finger with hawklike precision, and as it traveled closer toward my face, I opened my jaws and bared my teeth ready to bite down hard. Just as the latex brushed against my chin, and I prepared to pounce, the slam of a heavy metal door and a boisterous voice made all four of us stop, dead. 

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! NINA! JASON! LINDSEY, YOU TOO?? HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU, THAT IS A PATIENT NOT A PLAYTHING. Do what I’m paying you for and get back to work!” Doctor Greene stood in the opposite corner of the room from where I’d come in, he’d entered from the door where I’d heard animal screams and machinery. My blood ran cold at the sight of him. I could just see him over Nina’s shoulder, as she turned to look. This broad, barrel-chested man stood with his hands clasped in front of him, the blue latex doused, his white coat and scrubs splattered, with bright crimson. I couldn’t help but shudder at the sight, “Hello?? Did you hear me?” 

Lindsey managed to mumble a hasty, “Yes sir…” as the other two crossed back to the examination table, with me in hand. He tore the gloves off and threw them in a nearby trash can, before peeling off his coat, and holding it aloft. 

“Lindsey,” he bellowed, “I don’t need all three of you to take vitals. You’re on laundry duty—“ 

“B-but, Doctor Greene, are you sure I can’t stay on this case? You have Nina on blood work in a few hours and Jason's on lab results after 3pm. It would make the most sense for me to–” Both the raven haired girl, and her gruff employer arched a brow and gave her a threatening stare. 

“Remind me, Lindsey, who makes the schedule? You or me?” She crumbled under the pressure, taking the blood soaked garment, with a hesitant hand. She met my gaze, her brow furrowing in concern, as her lips moved ever subtly in a silent “I’m sorry”. 

The veterinarian crossed behind the table and halted before the door across the room, turning over his shoulder to address the two techs who were left, “You two: I expect the initial prognosis to be done as soon as I return. And Nina? Stop wasting company time posting patient photos on your Insta-book, or whatever site you’re on these days. If I catch you doing it again I’ll dock your pay. Get to work… NOW!” 

With the creaking of hinges and shuffling of feet on polished concrete, I was left all alone with my tormentors, and completely at their mercy. I was expecting to be splayed out on the icy aluminum tabletop, but instead I remained in a fist as the human it was attached to turned round and stepped back toward the desk. What on earth was she doing?? 

I was trapped in her hand, her thumb pressed across my chest, her index and middle middle my shoulder blades and spine. Her other fingers curled round my torso, but with less pressure. While my right arm was pinned to my side, my left was propped over her thumb. Squirm and writhe as I might, her grip was unwavering. The last thing I wanted was to endure poking and prodding from this maniac. I needed out of here. The infection didn’t seem so bad anymore. I needed to escape. She leaned against the corner of the desk, and retrieved her phone, pulling it toward her and blocking her field of view from me completely. She tapped a few times with her thumb and then, with a furrowed brow, appeared agitated. “Fucking gloves….” She grumbled under her breath, as she set the phone and, to my surprise, me, down on the surface of the desk. Could she really be that stupid? She started to peel them off, when a male voice behind her, captured her attention, “Yo, Nina, what’re you doing? Doc said to get to work…” in the split second she turned away from me, I bolted, ignoring the agony in my leg as I repeatedly pounded down on it with my full weight. 

“He’s not gonna tell me what to fucking do…” 

“I mean, you really think that’s a good idea? He seemed pretty pissed…” 

“Dude, what’s your problem? Did Lindsey rub her goody two shoes act off on you? Lighten up— ah, ah ah! Where do you think you’re going?” She clicked her tongue as her, now bare, fingers descended with ease around me. I had only gotten a quarter of the way across by the time she noticed. Damn my leg. She jabbed me in the lumbar making me tumble to the hard surface of the desk, I did everything I could not to directly land on my torn knee. With an uncaring precision, she flipped me onto my back and pinned me down with one finger over my chest. She held her phone out before me, and I heard the shutter click as she took a photo. “You, little sir, are going in my Hall of Infamy album for very naughty patients… now come here…” Without looking up from her phone, she tapped away, using her other hand to reach for my ankle…. On my bad leg. She pulled. I screamed. She reached to pick me up by the collar of my shirt, I bit down on the ball of her thumb as hard as I could. She screamed. I grinned wickedly, hot blood tasting of iron and sweet success, before scrambling to my feet and taking off again. 

“He bit me! The little motherfucker bit me!” I ran all the way to the opposite corner of the desk, skidding to a stop, as I reached the edge. Now what?? The computer cables were behind me, too far to get to before she could make her way around. I, frantically, looked about for an alternative solution, “Ha! Didn’t think that far ahead did, ya? Looks like there’s nowhere to run….” I sucked in a deep breath, closed my eyes…. And jumped. 

Both humans gasped in surprise, but they hadn’t seen what I had: below me, the bottom filing cabinet drawer was open just enough that if I aimed carefully, I could dive into the folders and keep myself from a sudden and painful demise. It all happened in the breadth of a heart beat, I flew through the air, and landed, not inside of one of the hanging folders stuffed with documents, but along the wire frames of a few, which knocked the wind out of me and made my head spin. 

Admittedly, I was grateful for adrenaline, because I should have long since passed out by now, except by sheer will to survive. The raking of the hard wire surface against my knee was excruciating but as I heard the hurried footsteps of both humans coming around the corner, I bit my tongue to keep from screaming. I knew I had one more task at hand to make my disappearance complete. Wasting no time at all, I flipped onto my back, balancing carefully on the, luckily, largely empty files toward the front of the drawer. I reached behind me for the lip of the drawer above, while I hooked my one usable foot onto the underside of the locking mechanism of the drawer before me. 

Clenching my jaw and mustering what little strength I had left, those pounding steps resounding in my ears, I knew I only had milliseconds before they’d spot me. I pulled, using my own body to close the drawer from the inside. I only had about 2 inches or so to go, but at my size, it took plenty of muscular effort just to do that. I slid further inside the folders as the space grew smaller and smaller. My body was soaked with sweat and every muscle quaked as I got it almost closed, but not enough to lock it, which would’ve been another disaster entirely. When it was close enough, I dropped all the way inside, now huddled in the absolute obscurity of a metal drawer, inside a file, my heart in my throat as I listened for warning signs outside. As I lay, curled up, trembling in the dark, listening for activity beyond the walls of my hiding place, I couldn’t help but grit my teeth at the irony of it all. I’d been jammed into cramped, pitch black quarters, hidden from view, countless times in my old life. Now, here I was enacting it all over again. This thought made me shake all the harder. It seemed I was just in time, as, no sooner had I escaped my reverie and returned my thoughts to the present danger, I could hear their footsteps come to a halt mere inches from where I lay.  

“What the fuck?!? What the fuck?? He can’t have just run off that quick… that fall should’ve at least broken his legs… where did he go?!” 

“I think we fucked up…. Like, really fucked up. If we lost him, we’re dead.” 

“Goddammit….Hey…. Hey, whatever your name is… Andrew? Fuck it, I dunno, I didn’t read the chart… come out, come out, wherever you are. We were just having fun earlier, we aren’t gonna hurt you…. Come here and we’ll get you all fixed up and back home in no time. You need our help, don’t you?? We can’t help you if we don’t know where you are…” 

“Is he hiding somewhere, in plain sight? I mean he’s pretty little, right? He could…” my blood ran cold. How was the dumbest of all of them figuring it out? 

“Wait, yeah… maybe you’re right… who was the last one in the filing cabinet this morning?” Sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I shook, in spite of myself. 

“Uh… me? I think? Didn’t I have to pull the file on that black lab with the ear infection?” 

“Doesn’t Greene always yell at you for leaving the drawer open?”

“He does. Daily. So? What’s your point?” Well, he still held first place as the greatest dullard of them all. 

In another split second, the sound of metal grinding assaulted my ears as my whole body was jostled violently and light flooded in. I’m a dead man. 

Snaking fingers snapped open files one by one. I could hear her getting ever closer to where I lay. What would she do when she found me?? Then all at once, a giant face loomed above, blocking out the garish, fluorescent light. 

“There you are…” Instead of picking me up directly, she clutched the whole file and splayed it open on the surface of the desk. I scrambled to sitting, marking with a cursory glance, the black ink on white paper which stretched beneath me. The format of the document seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. “Look at what you did…” she shoved the pad of her thumb right in my face, showing the single drop of dark crimson that had bubbled to the surface,  “You should know better than to bite people.” She pressed her thumb over my chest, slamming me down against the desktop, her blood soaking into the shirt and seeping through to my skin. I squirmed beneath her. I couldn’t take much more of this, my body was starting to give up, as my mind went hazy with pain and my breathing became labored again. 

“Please. Enough. Enough, already.” I hated how my voice shook. 

“You’re right, it’s time we made you the ideal patient… Jason, get me .2 milliliters of Buprenorphine, please…” An anesthetic. She was putting me under?! 

I couldn’t help but whimper and wail, “No!! Please, no!! Don’t! I’ll behave, I promise. Restrain me if you must! Just keep me awake! Please! You can’t do this!” I shook like a leaf. All those cases of death from improper dosing of anesthesia and medical negligence flooded my brain. I didn’t want to go under. I didn’t want to die. 

“I can, and I will… it’s part of my job. I thought you’ve been screaming at me this whole time to do my job, and now you’re suddenly unhappy? Jeez! Make up your mind!” That wicked smile made my blood freeze in my veins. Suddenly we were interrupted by a voice across the room.

“Uh, Nina? You sure it’s Buprenorphine and not Meloxicam? I thought we used Meloxicam on, like, mice and stuff.” 

She turned back to her counterpart, annoyed, “He’s not a mouse, idiot. Just, goddammit… The fuck if I know! Lindsey’s the small animal nerd. Just…. Go with Buprenorphine, it’s an opioid, it’s fine.” 

“You sure? That dosage seems kinda low…”

“Well, I don’t wanna fucking kill him, do you?”

I broke down and did what I promised myself I’d never do again: I groveled, “Nina? Nina, right? Please… Please, Nina. I want to go home, safe and sound. I’m relying on you to make that happen. I know we’ve had our differences, but… I have a desire to live just as much as anyone else. You can’t blame me for that ! Please… let me go. I won’t run. I’ll let you do whatever tests you need to. I’ll be the model patient. Just please don’t put me under…”

“Oh shut up, will you? I’m tired of hearing your obnoxious, naggy little voice. The whole reason I wanted to become a vet in the first place is so I didn’t have to talk to patients all day long… Jason? You almost done? I’m waiting… impatiently…” 

I cast my gaze across the wide expanse of the room to see the young man slowly filling a syringe with a very small amount of liquid from a glass dispenser. It was as though everything went into slow motion as I desperately willed time to slow to a stop and to be spared from what was to come next. Each ragged breath and unsteady beat of my heart, marked the time like some weak and faulty drum. Jason strode across the room, each stride easily covering a hundred of my own, he was beside Nina in no time at all. I debased myself, begging with them, but it was no use. Jason pinned my chest and pressed and finger to my jaw to keep me from biting. He used his pinky to immobilize both my ankles. Nina, with ease, pinned each of my wrists down, and I watched as the massive needle, longer than my entire arm, sank deep into my flesh, stinging and burning as medicine was administered intravenously. I didn’t even have the energy to scream anymore. 

“Night, night, you little fucker. That’s what you get for biting me. See you on the other side….” My eyelids grew heavier and heavier as my tongue went numb inside my mouth and my vision began to darken at the edges. Her hand, spider like, and all consuming, overwhelmed me on all sides and peeled me from the desktop, slowly, slowly lifting me up. My head lolled backwards with no support behind it. I blinked hard to chase away the blur as I finally got an aerial view of the paper I’d been lying on. I knew it’d seemed familiar! At a cursory glance, I recognized it as an American Animal Hospital Association form outlining compliance for the adequate treatment of creatures like me. I’d stared at versions of this document hundreds of times in my previous life. I’d helped the old man contest the legal validity of this very form in multiple court cases. I was going under, with no time to spare, my eye darted down to the bottom corner, the most vital section. 

My vision swam as I struggled to read the official assessment, upside down. I caught only snatches of information, “Anonymous report… Doctor Richard Greene… less than adequate result… cotton left behind inside sutures…resulting in infection…severing of nerves and partial paralysis in Homo brevis… required, by law, to be made publicly available for full client consent… Suspension of surgical care… one calendar year… ”  With wide, horrified eyes, I began to thrash and writhe. The date listed for the duration of suspension was only from a few months ago. They were violating state and federal law by accepting me as a patient. Not only that, but if this recent incident was anything to go by, I might be permanently disfigured or even killed by remorseless negligence! 

My tongue was like a thick, lead weight in my mouth, I tried desperately to cry out, scream, beg, “Wait! Wait! Stop! You can’t legally treat me! Please, don’t hurt me!” But, instead, all that came out were desperate, inarticulate moans. My heart was ready to explode from my chest, even as I felt the anesthesia take control over my ebbing consciousness. 

“Shhhh…. Shhhh… go to sleep, you little bastard….” She laid a thick, heavy finger over my lips. I couldn’t even shake my head. I just stared back, eyes half lidded, as I lost the fight, “Yeah, there you go, sweet dreams….” The last thing I saw was her looming over me, that wicked grin plastered on her face. In the next, ever-slowing heartbeat, I was out, cold. 

[superherotiger]

Okay I gotta ask. Did Erik just kill the other x-men? I mean I can see Charles dying from this.

Because I am seeing Erik saying coldly and venomous " my son is dead and I blame you."

BTW forcing Charles to free him after Charles is the reason he got captured in the first place. Is just fantastic.

Because honestly I would have said "Eat shit cueball."

Great question! The way I see it, by the time Erik breaks out he’s such a storm of pure grief and rage that he doesn’t even recognise anyone that he’s fighting, he just knows that they’re an obstacle to his revenge -to Peter’s justice- and he’ll do whatever it takes to make the world feel the pain it put him through when his son died. While most of the X-Men would’ve just been knocked out from the sheer force of Magneto’s attacks, I definitely think it wouldn’t be stretch to assume Charles kicked the bucket under all that rubble, and Jean had to do another Phoenix resurrection to save him hah.

And omg thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed that part, it was one of the first shots I envisioned for this animatic and I had so much fun drawing Erik puppet Charles to set him free!

Thanks again for watching the animatic!! Hope you have an awesome day!

-Superherotiger

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Little Mermaid Medley

I already knew right from the start that this was going to be a long post, but how am I only just now realizing that the video itself is like nearly 8 minutes long? Like I knew the Wicked Medley was one of Voiceplay's longer-length videos, but somehow I never realised that this video is in fact longer by 10 seconds! (I guess it's just so good that I never noticed!) God I hope I don't hit the picture limit on this one, because I have a lot to talk about, so let's begin!

Bit of a far cry from the Moana Medley 3 years prior, hey? (This was released in September 2020 btw). I may be wrong, but I believe this is called "we have a bigger budget now" 😂

Right, so Eli (already doing a subtle Eyebrow Raise, might I add), is dressed as Flounder, Rachel is of course Ariel, J is repping Sebastian, Layne is Chef Louis (I think that's his name), and Geoff went freaking all-out as Ursula (aka "Geoffsula"). The hair! The necklace! The airbrushing on the skin! (Seriously that ain't just a standard layer of face/body paint, there is shading going on there!)

(Also what's up with the green wristbands which I've never really acknowledged till now?)

J and Rachel echoing the "heave ho!" bit to each other (gonna try and limit my screencap-taking just a little bit, because I'll probably end up including a ton anyway)

Rachel slipped on that bracelet really smoothly, is it just me? Like girl how did you do that so easily?

Love the little detail of Rachel throwing up the fork (aka "dinglehopper") and it not coming down again. No clue how they did it

(Also that is a very pretty bracelet. And cute necklace!)

I wasn't exactly searching for this screencap, but I felt like I had to include it when I paused on it!

Layne "blowing bubbles" out his mouth!

I love J's little dance moves here 😄

Geoff on air bass again! (representing the line "the plaice play the bass")

Whose idea was this? 😂 (Layne was in charge of both the arrangement and the video, I'm guessing it was him?) And then Voiceplay stuck it on a shirt and made it into merch! (And also for J's farewell party, they got him a cake that had a picture of snail!J on it!)

We're about to get into my favourite part! (Also cool painting!)

Eli and J hamming it up as Flotsam and Jetsam 😝

J's face makes me laugh every time 😆

Purple flames in his eyes! (Voiceplay used a very similar effect last year, on Geoff again, during the Hellfire video)

Hang on what was that little move that J just did there?

"This one longing to be thinner, this one wants to get the girl, and do I help them?"

"Yes indeed"

(Also fun fact: the woman shown here is Rachel Evans, one third of the singing group The American Sirens, who collaborated with Geoff a year later on his cover of Mele Kalikimaka, and the man is her husband!)

"They come flocking to my cauldron crying SPELLS!" "Ursula please!"

(Also shoutout to Eli for the lighting design! He always does such a fantastic job!)

The colouration/tint of the lighting does really interesting things to Geoff's blueish skin colour in this video. In some shots the skin is a really vibrant colour (e.g. see a couple of the shots above), whereas in others, like this one ^ here, it almost looks close to regular skin tone.

This little moment greatly pleases my drama/theatre kid heart 😁

Not talking about vocals not talking about vocals not talking about vocals not talking about-

Okay but the signature bit was very cool, and definitely feels like something Voiceplay would not have been able to do back in 2017

Pfft 😂

Also the lighting here is making Geoff's hair (which got coloured grey for this video) look almost blonde!

Cool smoke effects!

(Also the only reason I haven't done fanart of "Geoffsula" (other than the fact that I don't wanna keep drawing him in black outfits) is that I would not be able to do the skin colouration justice here. Shoutout to Rick Underwood for the makeup!)

"Sing" (sir you're not allowed to look that pretty while looking like that!)

Yeah nah yeah they really went off with the effects on this one

I am getting dangerously close to the image limit and I don't wanna have to split this into two posts, but Layne's whole Les Poissons bit is comedy gold and screencaps don't do it justice anyway

To quote Elizabeth Zharoff: "it takes a confident man to Seagull!" 😂

Love Rachel's awkward-yet-cute little wave at the start of Kiss The Girl (and her dancing a bit further into the song!

Confusion(tm) 🤣

Firstly, Rachel's acting is 100% on-point, and second of all, I love Geoff's evil smirk here, doubly confirming that Rachel is being Vanessa, aka Ursula in disguise!

And now that "Ariel" has got her voice back, everyone else is super happy/animated, while "Ursula" is very subdued. Visual storytelling!

Just managed to avoid the image limit, thank goodness! Also J pops a bubble right at the end 😁

It's hard for me to say whether this is one of Voiceplay's best medleys or not, because how can you compare it to the Boy Band Medley or Trapped or A Chance To Fly? But I will say it is very deserving of the 5.5 million views it currently sits at on YouTube. A lot of effort went into both the arrangement and the video (well done Layne!), and honestly when it comes to Disney stuff, Voiceplay never fails!