#dawn pinkett

[thesquirrelqueer]

Oct-show-ber day 9: When He Sees Me from Waitress

[pupsmailbox]

DOLL︰PUPPET ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ abbie. adelaide. adorablesse. adorablette. aerlyn. alena. alexis. alice. amaia. amaya. andrea. angeline. ankou. annabelle. annie. antoinette. anxiette. anxious. apricot. asaka. ash. asha. aspen. atticus. ava. avel. babette. babydoll. bambi. bambina. bambino. bashfelle. bashful. beau. bellamy. belle. bells. bernadette. blu. blue. bluesse. bluette. blushe. blushesse. blushette. boo. bram. bronach. bronagh. brone. button. buttons. cadel. candace. carmilla. carrie. catherine. cessair. charlie. charlott. charlotte. chelsea. chia. chica. chirella. chirelle. chiwa. chuckie. claeg. coffin. colere. commedia. constance. coquette. cordelia. corelle. corette. corsette. cypress. dahlia. dalia. damon. darling. dawn. dearesse. dearest. dearette. dearie. deidre. demure. desdemona. devin. devon. doilie. doily. doll. dollaintye. dollawie. dollerie. dollesse. dollette. dolleyed. dollie. dolline. dollita. dolly. dolores. dottie. drea. dread. drusilla. dáinn. eeria. eldritche. elissar. eliza. elle. elodie. eloise. emerence. emily. essie. esther. evangela. evangeline. evelyn. eveyln. faith. frill. frillette. genevieve. genoveva. gia. gladys. glorie. glory. gorey. gorie. gracelyn. gregory. gretta. gwen. gwenivive. haldor. haunt. hiccup. hyde. iraia. iresse. irette. itishree. jabez. janelle. janet. jannet. jinx. josie. julie. juniper. juno. kailey. kanani. kewpie. kiva. krak. lace. lacesse. lacette. lacey. lacie. lain. laintess. lakka. lalki. lavender. lea. lefu. letta. letum. libitina. lilac. lillith. lilly. lily. loaela. lola. lolah. loletta. lolita. lolite. lolla. lottie. lovelace. luci. lucius. lulu. lute. lyla. lys. madison. mahina. mandy. mannie. manon. many. mara. maria. marianette. marie. marion. marionette. marionne. marotte. marrionette. marrow. mary. maryjane. marzana. maveth. meek. melanie. melodie. melody. merripen. miel. minuette. mold. moldie. moldy. molly. moonie. moore. morana. morgana. morgue. mors. mort. mot. muriel. murmur. muse. nadine. nadzen. nancy. nanea. nanelle. nanette. nappi. naz. negan. nekane. nelly. nemesis. nettie. nicodème. niegan. nimbus. nina. nuri. olive. oliver. olivia. omega. panchaali. parner. pinkesse. pinkette. pinkie. pinky. pinocchio. pippin. poe. poppet. poppette. poppy. porce. porcelain. porcelynn. prantika. pulau. punthali. pupetta. puppet. puppetear. puppetesse. puppetette. puppette. puppyte. putala. quinn. ravanche. raven. realiteer. rebel. ribbon. ribbonne. riley. rion. robert. rose. rubella. ruby. sacrifette. salem. sasha. satin. scarlet. sebastian. sew. sewine. shivani. shiver. sidney. smierc. smiley. smilie. softesse. softette. softie. solikha. spirit. sprout. statuette. stitches. strings. sweeheart. sweetheart. sweetie. sweetiebelle. sweetine. sychar. teacup. tearie. teddy. tempest. thalia. than. thana. theodora. thorn. trembelle. trista. ultima. ulysses. vanessa. vera. viola. visage. whisp. whisper. willow. winston. wisp. wispera. wrathes. zizi.

PRONOUNS ⌇ adorable/adorable. ae/aer. angel/angel. anger/anger. antique/antique. app/apparition. bell/bell. berry/berry. berserk/berserk. bjd/bjd. bla/black. blank/blank. bliding/bliding. blue/blue. blush/blush. bug/bug. button/button. cake/cake. car/carcasse. cheer/cheer. cloth/cloth. coffin/coffin. control/control. coo/croon. cor/cor. cor/corrupt. core/core. corpse/corpse. coy/coy. crack/cracked. cracked/cracked. cre/creepy. creep/creepy. cu/curse. cu/cute. curse/curse. cute/cute. da/dark. de4/de4d. de/dear. de/demure. dea/dead. dead/dead. dead/death. dear/dear. death/death. decay/decay. delica/delicate. delicate/delicate. demon/demon. despair/despair. dirt/dirty. do/doll. doll/doll. doll/dolly. dolly/dolly. dread/dread. dress/dressup. dress/up. d♡ll/d♡ll. eer/eeerie. elegant/elegant. en/energy. end/end. evil/evil. eye/eye. fabric/fabric. fae/fae. fi/figure. fig/figure. figurine/figurine. flower/flower. fragile/fragile. frail/frail. friendly/friendly. frill/frill. fury/fury. gho/ghost. glass/glass. glo/gloomy. gore/gore. grave/grave. grief/grief. grim/grimm. grime/grime. gru/grudge. ha/haunt. happy/happy. haun/haunt. hx/hxm. h♡/h♡m. it/it. joint/joint. joint/jointed. joy/joy. ke/ker. kew/kewpie. kill/kill. kor/kor. kor/korrupt. la/lace. lace/lace. lae/lace. lo/love. lo/loved. lolita/lolita. love/love. mad/mad. mae/mae. mari/marionette. marionette/marionette. me/meek. mi/mier. mim/mimic. model/model. morbid/morbid. mu/mutter. mur/murmur. nap/nap. null/null. ny/nym. patch/patch. phan/phantom. pink/pink. pitter/patter. plastic/plastic. play/play. play/playtime. play/time. plush/plush. plush/plushie. por/porcelain. porce/porcelain. porcel/porcelain. porcela/porcelain. porcelain/porcelain. pose/pose. pose/posed. possess/possessed. pup/puppet. puppet/puppet. rea/reality. rest/rest. reven/revenge. rib/ribbon. ribbon/ribbon. rot/rot. scare/scare. scary/scary. seem/seem. sew/sew. sew/sewn. shi/shift. shi/shiver. shx/hxr. sh♡/h♡r. sie/sier. silk/silk. slee/sleep. sleep/sleep. smile/smile. snap/snapped. sneak/sneak. soft/soft. sou/soul. spi/spider. spi/spirit. spo/spook. spook/spook. sta/stalk. sta/stare. statue/statue. sti/string. stitch/stitch. string/string. sweet/heart. sweet/sweet. sweet/sweetdolls sweetie/sweetie. ta/tap. te/teer. tea/teatime. teeth/teeth. thre/thread. thread/thread. thxy/thxm. th♡y/th♡m. ti/timid. to/toy. toy/toy. toy/toytime. trick/trick. un/canny. unca/uncanny. ve/ver. vey/vem. vi/vr. vintage/vintage. vomit/vomit. wan/wander. watch/watch. whi/whisper. white/white. wilt/wilt. wood/wood. wrath/wrath. yarn/yarn. zzz/zzz. ♡/♡. ⚰️ . 🍨 . 🛌 . 🛏️ . 🥀 . 🧸 .

[aaaaaa-musical-trash]

if you think about hazbin hotel through the lens of the VAs’ other roles it’s wild

like cady heron, the daughter of jack kelly, is the princess of hell and is dating rosa diaz. she runs a hotel where dr facilier is the bartender and dawn pinkett is the maid. its guests include beetlejuice and (sorry couldn’t find anything for Blake Roman).

beetlejuice is also an antagonistic angel in heaven always accompanied by elphaba. the head seraphim is the witch (into the woods).

in hell, there is a very powerful group of overlords comprised of willy wonka/shakespeare/marvin/tom levitt, lincoln from tick tick boom and martha bessell. other overlords include mimi marquez, delia deetz and (sorry couldn’t find anything for Amir Talai).

[yamazakura-shinden]

Violet flames scorch the once-usually quiet woods of the Land of Fire. A boy stands amidst the chaos, heaving and desperately trying to catch his breath. He leans against a lone tree in the embers. The boy's- Osuke- pale skin is littered with bruises and scratches from head to toe. His cherry blossom pink hair is matted and messy. Long and soft locks ruffled in all directions.

"How did it come to this?" Osuke bitterly asks himself. The soul-crushing guilt clouds his judgment. His gloved hands tremble in fear. The pink-haired boy loses control over his chakra-enhanced strength snapping the tree in half with a single curl of his fingers.

Before Osuke can calm himself down, the clearing just a few yards away erupts in a giant mass of light, stunning him in the process. The mass destruction before his eyes is none other than the works of a Bijuu Bomb- something only tailed beasts can create. "No." Realization dawns upon the pinkette. Be wastes no time to dash in the opposite direction and pushes himself to run as fast as possible.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO, NO!" Osuke chants to himself as he begins to feel even more distressed by the second. His breath is uneven and shallow, the stinging from his wounds sharpens, but he cannot stop running. He needs to get back to his friends- Suisen and Suzume. The former is badly injured and unconscious with only Suzume there to keep him away from the clutches of The Hidden Leaf Village, also known as Konoha.

Osuke maneuvers through the burning forest and swiftly jumps from one tree branch to the next while carefully avoiding the purple flames. His mind is only filled with images of his struggling friends, too preoccupied with them to notice the terrifying beast looming over his petite form. The beast is nothing, but a shapeless shadowy mass with a pair of lifeless white eyes. Despite being at least 20 times the size of its unassuming prey, its form is still incomplete and is a mere fragment of the Zero Tails.

A cold and disturbing chakra takes over Osuke's senses. The chakra is enormous and overwhelming enough to force the pink-haired teen to stop dead in his tracks. His battered and worn out body tenses and he slowly turns around to meet the animalistic gaze of his hunter. Before Osuke can get a better look at the shadowy creature, he's suddenly thrown into the chaos.

The ground splits open, and trees and massive chunks of the terrain fly across the scene. White hot pain swiftly spreads throughout the rogue ninja's body. The agony is an understatement to the pain he feels after the beast cleaves more than half of his left arm, leaving a small chunk of his upper arm intact, and splits his abdomen open.

...

"That was quite painful, wasn't it?"

There it was again. That obnoxious voice in his head.

"Although.. I'm quite curious about what happened next." The voice made its presence known seven or so months ago. At first, Osuke was startled and thought he'd gone mad after that terrible night almost 2 years ago from today.

"Well, well, well! Aren't you being uncharacteristically chatty and nosey today?" He sassily remarked, already used to the voice in his head. They had a strangely comforting and calm tone, but also baritone and weary.

"Seeing that I'm all alone in this dark place with so little to do to entertain myself, it's only natural to make use of what little I have."

The mysterious voice tried to reason, but he didn't buy it all.

"This is the fourth time you tried to pry into my memories!"

"And I failed every single time thanks to your freakish inner self!"

Another useless attempt to defend themselves regardless of whether they were in the wrong or not.

"It is as if he's your guard dog to your subconscious."

They crudely commented.

"WHY YOU LITTLE-"

His inner self chimed in as if he heard the half-hearted insult thrown by the disembodied voice.

"HOW DARE YOU COMPARE ME TO A DOG?!"

Inner roared in fury.

"There he goes again barking like a feral beast.."

They sighed tiredly. Something which Osuke's father did quite often at his childish antics from a time that was just a distant and bittersweet memory for him.

“AGH GET OVER HERE YOU SLY, OLD FOSSIL!”

The pink-haired young man's inner self cracked his gloved knuckles.

"Wait! Keep your hands off of me, you brat!"

“CHAAAA!”

Osuke grimaced. While those two were getting into petty fights, he tried to concentrate on concealing his chakra signature. He didn't want to be caught in a place heavily guarded by Hidden Leaf ninja. The rouge ninja meant to contact Orochimaru, but the only way to do that was to personally visit him.

It has been proven to be confusing and arduous to navigate in Orochimaru's hideout. The corridors were long, seemingly endless, their walls were adorned by serpentine patterns. The dim lighting illuminated by the few torches scattered around didn't help much. The interior was unironically befitting of the Snake Sannin.

"How the hell can Orochimaru work in such poor lighting?" Osuke wondered while he blindly sneaked into the darkness of the underground lair.

His silent musings were interrupted by a foreign chakra signature emanating down the dim hallway. The signature belonged to a Leaf Jonin patrolling the area. The young man unsheathed his tanto knife from its simple yet elegant sheathe attached to his thigh. The blade had a deep crimson color and the type of the hamon was kaen. Osuke planned on incapacitating the jonin quietly from behind. All he needed to do was plunge the glinting blade deep into his jugular and hide the body.

"Wait! Don't kill the guard. You might raise suspicion which will make it harder for you to come back here."

Osuke's disembodied companion interjected before he could act on his malicious intentions.

"Then what do you propose to do instead? I doubt you have any better ideas."

"As a matter of fact, I do."

...

​Meanwhile, a certain sannin tirelessly worked on making a breakthrough with an unknown substance that was brought to him recently. Orochimaru's golden eyes narrowed at the petri dish infront of him. Despite all the acids and bases along with the most powerful catalysts he has thrown at it, the contents inside remained all the same. In other words: no reaction whatsoever. Orochimaru had never come across any element incapable of reacting. The only acid didn't use yet was Fluoroantimonic acid, also known as the deadliest acid in the world.

The snake sannin's gaze lingered on the small glimmering chunks in the petri dish. They resembled familiar and commonly used elements yet also had an otherworldly appearance. As if they came from the distant stars themselves.

Suddenly, the sharp blade of a tanto was pressed against his throat. The cold steal against his jugular was held by Osuke Uchiha himself. Orochimaru easily recognized his chakra due to meeting many members of the Uchiha clan in the past. No matter how unique and distinguished their signatures were, they always shared one common characteristic- an inextinguishable flame that continued to burn even after death.

"You have some nerve to sneak up on me like that."

Orochimaru chided. He was unamused by the pink-haired Uchiha's audacity. He tightened his grip on his weapon. Osuke glared at him in silence letting the older man speak freely.

"I suppose you have some reason to come here- a place full of elite jonin who are being supervised by Captain Yamato directly."

From what was taught to Osuke during his days in the Academy, Captain Yamato was a seasoned ANBU captain and war veteran. He was described as a formidable opponent by his past jonin instructor when he was a genin.

"There's no way you could've gone this far without alerting anyone."

The snake sannin was curious about the lack of ninjas rushing in to apprehend Osuke for trespassing.

"Either way, how did you get in here?"

Osuke just ominously grinned.

"Well... I have my ways."

"I DID ALL THE HEAVY LIFTING, CHAAA!"

The "ways" yelled at his counterpart in the real world. His irritation with Osuke was more than obvious.

An awkward silence impregnated the tense atmosphere of the lab. That made the pinkette scoff indignantly and begrudgingly put away the tanto.

"I'll tell you why I came here to speak with you."

Osuke paused to collect his thoughts as he sheathed his weapon before continuing.

"You have some information I need.'

"Oh?" The sannin was intrigued. What could someone like him want to know from him? He'd seen Osuke a few times when the young Uchiha was still a child. The weak little boy with no self-esteem was a far cry from the daring rogue ninja before him.

"What information are you talking about?"

"I need Hashirama cells and the S-Rank jutsu Edo Tensei."

Orochimaru abruptly burst out in uncontrollable laughter. His cackles rang throughout the lab.

"So you came here, waltzed up to me like you own this hideout, and now you demand from me something you can only dream of?"

The snake sannin ridiculed Osuke in between fits.

"Do you hear even yourself, boy?"

The young man could barely hold back his rage and embarrassment.

"Hear me out, will ya?!"

He yelled at the older man who has cackled and mocked him for five minutes straight.

"I would be a fool to expect you to want nothing in return."

Osuke "calmly" stated after taking a deep breath and putting on a stern face.

"Therefore, I shall assist you with your research on your most recent project."

Orochimaru rubbed his chin while contemplating the young man's words.

"I made a few breakthroughs on my own and am willing to share them in exchange for the information I'm seeking."

Then he added to sweeten the deal. He knew that the snake sannin was frustrated with his lack of progress in his research. It was obvious due to the messy and aggressively written notes scattered across the desk. He watched Orochimaru's thoughtful and reluctant expression morph into a pleased grin, his sharp fangs peeking out the corners of his lips.

"Very well then. I accept your proposal, Uchiha Osuke. I look forward to working with you~"

To be continued…

[mourningsaint]

hi hi!! :3

would you be able to make an NPT/ID pack themed around pink, cute themes, electricity, or light? /nf (more specifically the character 'wattson' from apex legends, but if you can't theme it around her specifically that's okay too! /gen)

thanks for your time and trouble!!

ID Pack Related to Pink, Light, Electricity, and cute themes!!

Names — Pinkette, Pinkess, Elle, Tric, Riri, Camellia, Rose, Rosa, Coral, Rosamaria, Royce, Roseo, Apple, Azelea, Barbie, Aella, Audra, Bronte, Corentin, Elektra, Lucian, Dawn, Lucy, Sunny, Sun, Apollo. . .

Pronouns — Pin/Pink, Pink/Pinks, Ele/Electric, Fla/Flash, Li/Light, Su/Sun, Ro/Rose, Rose/Roses, Glo/Glow, Cy/Cyu, Cu/Cute, So/Soft, Sweet/Sweets, Va/Vanilla. . .

Titles — The One/(PRN) who Illuminates, The One in Pink, The Cute One, (PRN)’s Luminescence, The Sweet One, The Adorable One, The Electric One. . .

Genders — Pastel Pink Gender, Pink Cat Gender, Rozreagender, Cupidgender, Monopinkcute, ♡gender, Sweetcloudic, Loveadored. . .

I’m so sorry it took so long! I was unable to base it off of the character alone, so I simply chose all of the other options!!

[cozy-kitty-corner]

SBI Whumptober day 10 - Guilt/Punishment/“this is what you deserve.” Really proud of this one, plus I made it for you @ruleofvee

It all started when Techno made the biggest mistake of his life.

It was his 18th birthday, so Dream had given him the present of his first field mission.

He’d had to track down a camping family, nobody important, and kill them.

It should have been no problem.

But when he actually had to do it, he’d hesitated.

He shouldn’t have, he knew that.

But when he saw the terror in the child’s eyes, he couldn’t hurt them.

They had already suffered, watching their parents be slaughtered in front of them.

(And he knew that fear shining in their eyes. Had felt it too many times to let the last thing the fledgling felt be the same all encompassing horror.)

So he let them free. Let them run, run faster than they ever had before.

He knew he would be punished if his mentor found out, but it couldn’t be that bad. Who would believe a five year old covered in blood that a bedraggled avian had attacked them from the forest and disappeared?

                     ————————

When Techno stumbled into the cave at dawn, looking significantly worse for wear, Dream was waiting for him.

(The pinkette ignored the voice in the back of his head, searching for any ounce of pride in Techno’s success.

There was none.)

Instead, there was- anger?

Techno only understood when Dream held up a feather that unmistakably matched that of the boy he had spared.

And that’s when he realized he was in for it.

The masked man twirled the feather between two fingers.

“Care to explain this?”

Techno- okay listen. Techno knew what he was about to do was probably the shittiest decision he’d ever made. But it was better than immediately owning up to a crime Dream might not quite understand yet.

(He should have known.)

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Dream simply tilted his head.

“You don’t know anything about the boy one of my men had to kill? The boy from the very family you were sent to kill? Interesting. Very interesting, indeed.”

Shit.

Techno bowed his head, waiting for the lecture.

“Why. Why would you do this, Techno? I thought you were trying to be good. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, because when you’re good, we’re both happy. I just want you to be happy, but it feels like you’re resisting everything I do. Why can’t you do better?”

And Techno snapped. “I tried! I always try, but it’s never enough for you!”

Dream snarled, and flicked his sword faster than Techno could see.

Then, thick pink locks fell to the ground, all of their grace lost the instant they were shorn from Techno’s head.

The pinkette only gaped at his mentor, one hand tentatively coming up to feel where his braid had come loose, pastel hair hanging down in a rough cut around Techno’s head.

“How could you?” His voice started as a whisper, but before he knew it, Techno had started yelling. “Why would you do that!? You know how much work, how much care I put into my hair, and you just- took it away! What is wrong with-

And the avian was on his back, air leaving his lungs with a *woosh* as a boot pressed into his chest.

Dream’s mask sneered down at him, and Techno had never wanted anything more than to rip the stupid thing off of his face and grind it to dust.

“You yelled at me. You showed me disrespect, you lost your restraint on your beastly nature, and you tried to spare someone during a raid. You know exactly why I did that, and you know that it was a justifiable punishment. You did this to yourself, Blade. I expect better next time.”

It took every ounce of Techno’s self control to not shrink in on himself, a horribly familiar sense of fear creeping in as he stammered.

“I-I’m sorry, Dream, I won’t do it again, I promise!”

Dream simply scoffed and turned away.

Techno scrambled up, wings fight to his back, mangled feathers tangling.

Just before he exited the room, he spoke over his shoulder.

And the quiet disappointment in his voice was worse than any anger, any other punishment that Dream could have doled out.

“This is what you deserve.”

And, Dream was right, wasn’t he? Everything he did, he did to help Techno. He had dedicated his whole life into avenging the tyranny of Techno’s parents, for Prime’s sake!

And Techno just made that harder. The avian circumvented his rules, didn’t try hard enough, made stupid mistakes that he knows better than to make.

The pinkette falls to his knees, barely resisting curling his wings around him for comfort.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You couldn’t even follow a simple order, on your first job too.

With a sigh, Techno resolved himself to being in the little metal room he had entered the facilities in for a long while.

(Only what he deserved.)

[xoteajays]

nari hoshiyama + inspirations

nari + - amaltha (the last unicorn) - belle (beauty and the beast) - tara maclay (btvs) - fluttershy (mlp) - dawn louise pinkett (waitress)

bonus dynamic inspirations:

[gracelessflame]

... @pompedia requested a starter.

& & . HERE THEY BOTH WERE. homura and her dearest madoka, together at last. she was finally alone with the pinkette. but what was she do do now? lithe limbs outstretched towards madoka, homura smiled warmly. her braids were tugged to the side by the wind, & & . that peaceful expression of hers became wet with tears that crystallised like fallen snow.

why was she crying, again? she didn't know, couldn't put her finger on it. perhaps she was scared that the other would leave her again.

perhaps she didn't want to lose the one thing that kept her from losing any & & . all hope in this world.

" oh, madoka ... have i ever told you how BEAUTIFUL you look? you're like a delicate flower, kissed by the dawn & & . adored by the moon. the heavens smile upon your very existence. stay just like this, just as you are. "

[uhhavey]

updated kin list ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

roxanne wolf

milo thatch

chidi anagonye

dipper pines

ellie chu

constance blackwood

annabeth chase

jane facciano

mike wazowski

elsa

dawn pinkett

lightning mcqueen

fantastic mr. fox

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹༘⋆𐙚 ૮︵⭒‿᧔☪︎᧓‿⋆︵౨ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹༘⋆𐙚

[reefer-reelz-n-reviews]

Scream 2 (1997)

Smoking: Splatter

I think I will go up to Scream 3. I need to do some kind of Christmas Movies in December right? Lol

After all this stuff that happened with poor Will Smith, I’m honestly happy to see Jada Pinkett Smith with her death scene at the beginning of this movie. I guess there is a theme with more famous people in the beginning of these movies. I never really thought of it this way.

Love how you know this is the beginning of caller ID 😝

I completely forgot Sarah Michelle Gellar is in this movie. Love me some Buffy!!!! And how Ironic that Matthew Lillard was in the first one, and she is in the second one and they are both in Scooby Doo.

Liev Schreiber, I think he’s a great actor. I really liked him in Salt. He’s good at being bad/creepy.

OMG Portia de Rossi. She is soooo young in this! She’s being her normal semi-bitchy self. Wonder if she had met Ellen yet by this time.

Snack time. Left over cheese fries and spicy cheese curds 🤤

2 for 2! Neve Campbell hits Courtney Cox. Not surprising. She deserves it in both movies.

I love Elise Neal’s definition of FINE. Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. I total agree with that. Any time someone says their fine I imagine Ross from Friends in the episode where he gets drunk on margaritas 🤣

How ironic. SMG has a sorority sister named Dawn just like in Buffy, though that ends up being her real sister, now a sorority sister. But I digress.

Yes, run up the stairs to get away from the killer 🙄 and I just realized in the Scary Movie why Anna Faris throws things down the stairs at the killer, including her grandma 😂 I also think I understand the whole “Strong hand” thing because of David Arquette.

Honestly if I was NC I don’t think I would date anyone after what I went through. At least not for a very long time. Granted Jerry O’Connell is cute and everything. But you know he’s gotta be psycho right?

And I mean Timothy Olyphant always gives me the creeps. No matter what movie he is in.

🤣 NC completely called Tori Spelling playing her in the movie, it was mentioned in the first one and here she is giving an interview about being in “Stab”. And how funny that David Schwimmer was brought up when CC and DA were both in friends and here, he is mentioned in it lol.

😂 now Jennifer Aniston was brought up. Let’s see if Lisa Kudrow, or either of the Matthews are mentioned next.

Poor Jamie Kennedy. You just had to go and piss off the killer. Now he definitely won’t make it into any of the other movies 😂

How old school that Instant Message looks 🤣

Now we have CC and DA trying to hide from the killer. And not doing a very good job. And sucks that even though they didn’t actually have sex DA gets stabbed yet again. And this time CC gets to watch it.

Of course, the cops that are supposed to keep NC safe make jokes about killing them as far as keeping the location secret and then they die. Like that should be part of the rules with JK. Just saying.

How gross is it to see someone with a pole through their head 🤢

Yes, move ever so slowly when trying to get away from the killer. Typical horror movie.

And surprise surprise, Billy’s mother is part of the dual killers. She leaves her son behind and then all of the sudden she acts like she cares about him after he’s dead, and says this is all out of revenge. Maybe you should have taken your son with you and none of this would have even happened to begin with.

We have the end of the movie. Hope you enjoyed this entry 😊

Toke on! 😶‍🌫️

-RRR

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 18

NSFW prompt: spanking

Jinx X Akali

The party was boring. Akali was talking to all of her friends while Jinx was left sulking at the bar. Of course she would jump at the first opportunity to talk to someone. When Seraphine approached her, she was glad to finally have some company while her girlfriend clearly had forgotten her.

Maybe they drank a bit too much. Maybe they danced with each other. Maybe she ended up sitting on Serphines lap.

And maybe Akali didn't forget about her at all. Instead she always had an eye on her. Jinx might be oblivious to flirting, still she went way too far.

When she made herself comfortable in the pinkette's lap Akali excused herself from the conversation and prowled over. Her piercing look never faltered. She spoke directly to Sera as if Jinx wasn't right there "Will you please excuse us? I'd like a word with MY girlfriend." Her voice left no room to argue, so she got what she wanted.

"Look who remembered lil old me"

"Home. Now."

Jinx knew not to argue.

Akali put her nice face back on and excused them to her friends. She straight up lied about a stressful day ahead.

The ride home was silent. Akali was brooding. Jinx knew she went too far, but was still hurt about being ignored for the whole evening.

In their flat Akali grabbed Jinx immediately by the chain with the kunai pendant that served as a day collar. She dragged her into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed.

"The moment I have my focus on something else my brat evolves into a full whore? How fucking delightful! Get out of that dress. It reeks of that flowery perfume of your new flame."

"She's not my-"

"Did I say speak? I don't care what or who she is. I will make sure you'll have forgotten her by the end of the night. The only one you ought to remember is ME!"

Jinx gulped as the true consequences of her actions dawned on her. She discarded her dress as ordered.

"You had my attention the whole evening. Did you call me over? No! Did you come to me? No! Instead you acted like a vastayan bitch in heat with the first to give you as much as a hello! If you think you can throw yourself around like free candy I guess I have to give you a reminder who you belong to. Spoiler, it's not Seraphine! Lose the panties."

The bluenette obliged. She knew that she was in bad trouble and arguing or not complying would only dig her in deeper.

The domme pointed to the bed "Hands and knees. Keep count"

Jinx had a second before the first blow hit her butt. There were no breaks to caress sore flesh, only hard and fast slaps she nearly missed count of. The sting got worse with every contact, jet she didn't dare to move until the onslaught was over.

"Count?"

"20" her voice was shaking and she felt her eyes brim with tears. Before she could relish in the break Akali grabbed her neck and pushed it into the mattress. She roughly grabbed the red skin and kneaded it.

The next hit went right between her legs on her folds. Jinx cried out as tears started drenching the bed.

"Keep count or I'll start again!"

Two more slaps hit home.

"Stop making a scene!" She shoved her hand in front of her subs face. It already had arousal on it. "See this? You like this way too fucking much."

She continued , sporadically asking for the count, waiting for the breaking point.

"Count?"

"Thir… thirty… tythree" the tinkerer was a shivering mess by now.

"He, sounds about right" Akali got up to discard her own clothes and grab her strap on. This time she'd make sure she was the only person on her sub's mind.

She inspected the still presented cunt.

"Look at you, all swollen and red, but still dripping for me. Begging to be fucked"

She lined up and pushed in to the hilt. Jinx let out an unholy cry.

Th ninja set a brutal pace. She leaned over and roughly pinche Jinx's nipple.

"Tell me who you belong to!"

"You! Only you!"

"Damn fucking right! You are MY bitch and no one else's!" She fucked her lover to and through her orgasm until the sub collapsed with a whine.

Then she put the toy away and climbed in next to her to hold her.

[enarmor]

✢⁎. cerebral pink

“... Ah-ah! Everyone knows that the rich flavors of pegasus cheese far outweigh those of simple sweets. The delicate quality speaks directly from the heart!!”

And thus, he and Mae enter a standstill. Tasked with going out into town together, they were supposed to be a knight-student duo capable of stocking the perfect provisions for dining hall. In theory it’d work, with their clashing interests meeting at some sort of middle-ground. But watching Mae reach for a batch of chocolates sets Sain off. It wouldn’t do to hand those out without a romantic speech! 

“I say we spend the rest of our funds only on such ambrosial delights. Cheese is the food of love, going perfectly with a glass of red wine. For all the darling damsels at the academy, we ought to give them something that would spoil them!” 

Lurching forward, he swats the pinkette’s hand away. The chocolate vendor crosses his arms and bares his teeth in response, while the cheese-seller one stall over beams at Sain’s suggestion. As one might’ve been able to guess, she is a woman. A simple farmhand, with blond hair tied into braids and a pair of burlap overalls. 

Sain cares little for one’s background: be it humble or grandiose, a lady’s tender smile is a lady’s tender smile. 

“We’ll take a dozen of your finest stock,” he continues, all too hasty to fling fourth the rest of their pouch of gold, “and another batting of your beautiful lashes!” 

“Aw shucks!” she replies, quickly loading a basket with a dozen wedges and then some--already charmed by the slight smirk and gentle lean of her dashing hero. “You knights sure know how ta’ treat a businesswoman.”

“Aha, ‘tis all part of the job, my love. Your blush, like the scarlet leaves of autumn’s first dawn, enthrall me so... I may become your most loyal customer yet!”

Snapping back to Mae, he wipes the enamored grin from his face and shoves his basket into hers, speaking with far harsher a tone. “You. Walk this back for me. I shall forge us some business connections in the meantime!” 

//starter for @sweetroyalberry

[giosele]

4, 17 and 18! for the ask game if u don’t mind :)

Hello hello!~ I don't mind at all, tysm for the ask ☺️💖

#4 What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

'pinkette'. Like nails on a chalkboard, that one 😔

#17 Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

God I love love love this question, and I'm so upset I can't answer it appropriately! My current WIP is a haino/cytham AU where a big part of the plot is understanding how Sumeru got to this point, so I don't want to reveal too much.

The Withering plays a huge part in it, and I write a lot about what a danger it is to Sumerians, especially under the nation's current 'administration'. Anything else, I'm scared to spoil!

#18 Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

I'll include a passage from my WIP. Feel free to skip if you don't want spoilers, or if you're not interested. It's in quotes below.

When I started writing this fic, I knew how I wanted it to end and I had a vague idea of the plot. At the time of planning, I was reading Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhang. I think all of that book's melancholy got channeled into my own writing hah.

This passage was probably the 5th thing I ever wrote for the fic. It's changed a ton in terms of word choice. It'll probably change more after my beta takes a look. The start and end of the scene have also been heavily adjusted, but the core action is the same.

Thank you again for this ask lamnidaze! These were a ton of fun to answer ^_^

Heavy spoilers below:

There’s a long pause. When Alhaitham looks over, Cyno is sitting up, framed by the light of the full moon. “You were wrong,” Cyno says, and his tone is the furthest thing from a reproach. “We are parting ways soon, but after what happened earlier, I need you to know this. You were wrong." Alhaitham will remember this moment weeks from now.   It’s a scene that will play over and over in his mind, when Cyno's loss feels as sharp as a severed limb. He’ll think of this conversation when he’s staring at an overcast sky through a canopy of leaves, yearning for scorching heat and sand shifting under his feet, because it meant that Cyno was somewhere near, watching over him. Alhaitham will run through his reasons then. All the logical explanations: he was overtired, he was delirious from the strange tea, he was still reeling from rejection. The truth, as always, is much simpler; what Cyno was saying dawned on him far too late.

[imacrab]

Kimiko Glenn is not only the person who stars Dawn Pinkett in the musical 'Waitress' but also voice acts Horse in the Netflix original Centaur world and omg I love her so much her voice is so nice!!!

[zorkaya-moved]

    Intrusive thoughts,  the bleeding cracks taste like iron against the edges of her mouth and the uncertainty it brings.  Grotesque pictures flashing,  twisted and breaking into a kaleidoscope of grief inside the ivory ribcage,  inside the muscle that pumps blood to every limb that is rightfully hers.  The inability to process,  indescribable deliriums that fill the gaps of consciousness here and there like thorns that press against the soul.  An inexplicable chill    (  it wasn’t a product from the other figure  )    works up the spine,  straightening up the composure that escapes with wild maneuver the mercy of the god of dreams from all the torments that pry.  An irritable exhale that traspasses white teeth clenched.  In the blink of an eye,  the maw relaxes and amaranthine irises search the environment,  flickering between furniture and the window that gives the explanation of the abyssal nightmares.  A thunderstorm.  It is less than it was before,  that’s for sure.  The edges of dawn pursue the golden,  that human silhouette that shares the room with.  These gleaming eyes of the antithesis,  the wintertide in the form of someone else.  Springtide cannot help but wonder    —   what does the other one see on her own  ?   

    A twitch upon the curve of the mouth that morphs into a smile.  ❛❛    How much I’ve been asleep  ?    ❜❜    Shoulders drop as consequence of the tranquility it surfaces.    ❛❛    Don’t tell me I’ve skipped lunch, It'll make me feel a little bit better if that's the case.   ❜❜ // i'll leave you this. either for crys in zar's world ...... or baby rina au ........................ ur choice ..........

@crxstallium

The child has always watched the maiden of spring and death with acute attention, making sure she was doing well and alright. Something has always been strange about her, but always welcoming and familiar. The warmth she showed to the girl who didn’t look an ounce similar to her was astonishing, but little winter also knew this woman was not a saint. Her behavior was ruthless and merciless, she was sometimes childish and she love chocolate more than she probably should if she wanted to watch her figure (little kid’s words are so rude, aren’t they?). The woman who always braved forward with a smirk on her face and sass to her walk, she made the world her podium and walked like the best model ever to step onto this sinner’s earth. 

Thus, Zarina always found herself looking at her with a gleam and a smile on her adorable face, but mostly when the other wasn’t watching. What mattered was that she showed care and she wished to remain by this woman’s side. Her power, her poise, her words, her gaze at her. Sokolova will never forget it. Not when she accepted her and even seemingly adopted her. Of course, Crystal never called her ‘daughter’, she always referred to her by her name. And... was she looking at someone else while gazing at her? It made the little girl wonder and that’s what she wanted to ask today, but it seemed like Crystal was too tired to get up. 

Strange. The woman never missed lunch on the appointed time and never would forget of her favorite snack that Zarina would always prepare, learned how to take care of herself beyond her age. Did she even learn it before? Felt like muscle memory. Nonetheless, the girl would make that famous chocolate lava cake for her caregiver, sprinkling some dark chocolate flakes on top to make the dessert even more desirable for the one who seemingly forgot about their lunch together. With that in mind, the girl would hurry up to climb the stairs and search for the pinkette in her room only to find her... tossing and turning, scowling in her sleep and letting out unknown noises and seemingly words whispered. Just when she wanted to enter and wake the woman up, the sleeping beauty awakened herself. Worry shined in the eyes of gold, tiny hands squeezed into fists as she would step forward to see what was going on and if Slevant was feeling well enough to get up. 

Her words aren’t putting any weight off the child’s shoulders as she does another worried step back, uncertain how to ask the other about her well-being. Not in terms of emotional support, the words on the tip of her tongue are blunt and strong-sounding but all laced with concern nonetheless. It seemed whatever Crystal saw in her dreams, the presence of reality and the little girl were both a welcoming sight. — Was past that harsh for you, Crystal Slevant? Have you seen the lost and the missed? Do you remember the hardships Azkal brought onto you? Do you dream of the day your friend died under the same lightning? — Zarina would bring her small hands closer to her chest, still squeezed into those tiny fists as she would shake her head at the latest of questions asked. 

“No, you didn’t. I came to wake you up,” the silver-haired girl presses her lips together and decides to do more steps, closing in to the woman who was still in her bed. Without asking, she climbs on the bed to sit on the lavish bedsheets of silk and placed her tiny fists on her own lap, looking at the goddess of spring with emotions she couldn’t yet put into words as well as she’d like. “Did you have a nightmare? You don’t like thunderstorms, I noticed. I can get your earplugs, it can help with making the noise less prevalent. And... And I can find heavier curtains that won’t let you see the flashing lights.” Golden eyes shine with determination and care as the girl doesn’t look away from the woman who had always been there, extending her hand, even when memories were shattered and even when things were getting strange, inexplainable, and confusing. This woman made of amethysts and sacred cherry blossom petals was her family, not a mother, but a family nonetheless. A sister, yes, it sounded well. “I don’t know which part of the thunderstorm makes you scared, but I won’t let it make you feel awful. I’ll find a way... I’ll find a way to protect you from seeing it when we are inside.”

[nevermindtheweights]

Fluttershy mood has dawned

Again, i think I just like pinkettes~