#look its raya again

[rawtoastandpeanutbutter]

redraws of loser baby scenes!!!

more to follow!!!

[lokideservesahug]

Perfect pair

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Warnings: Maybe a swear word or two, idk. There is loads of mentions of dogs so Im sorry if you're allergic :(.

Notes: I saw a tik tok (by the user ayloparis) about celebrities seen on raya, the celeb dating app. And Lewis was just there (middle photo above)!?!? And it stuck in my mind (also Ben Hardy was there aswell, how random).

Summary: When you moved to Monaco, the last thing you expected was your greatest fan and a fan of a race car driver to almost force you to go on a date with said F1 driver. But when you find that same man on a dating app, it doesn't hurt that talk to him; especially because he's so gorgeous.

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Yourusername: Great awards weekend with an even better ending of going home to my best friend🤍

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User1: Girls be saying the most heartfelt, sweetest things ever about someone and that someone ends up being their dog...

↳Yourusername: 😮It's me! I'm girls!

↳User2: Dont blame you tbh. I also love your dog Y/N

User3: One of these days, She'll post a soft launch (it'll never happen)

↳User4: Nothing can ever get rid of her baby from her posts!

Thelomlyn: Y/NNNNNNNN?

↳ Yourusername: You're back!!

↳ Thelomlyn: You know it. Also its probably a stretch but you know you said that you'd trust me with almost anything?

↳ Yourusername: OH no... But yeah?

↳ Thelomly/n: Well a friend of mine (hamm4rtim4) and I think we've found the perfect guy for you

↳ Yourusername: Oh... I'm intrigued. Who do you think this guy perfect for me is then?

↳ Hamm4rtim4: Sir Lewis Hamilton

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📍Circuit de Monaco, Monte Carlo

Yourusername: What a great weekend! El made a new friend @roscoelovescoco. And well done to his dad @lewishamilton for managing to get the win, it was an amazing race. 🤍

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Roscoelovescoco: It's was lovely's to see's you's!

↳ Yourusername: And it was lovely to see you. Although I think El misses you already. She looks devastated without you!

↳ Roscoelovescoco: Well's we've God's to see's you's soon then!

↳ Yourusername: I wouldn't have it any other way🤍

↳User1: Awww that's so adorable

↳User 2: Lewis x Y/N and Roscoe x El. It's meant to be!!!

Lewishamilton: Thank you for your support (and for dogsitting Roscoe).

↳ Yourusername: Any time. And like I said we'll done, you did truly brilliantly this weekend 🤍

↳ Lewishamilton: ❤

↳User3: And so we're meant to believe that they aren't dating!?!?!?!?

↳User4: Ikr. They make such a good (and attractive pair)

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User5: Idk why they hid it. Because if I was dating acadamy award winning actress Y/N Y/L/N, I'd never shut up about it.

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↳User6: LEWIS LIKING OMD. That has to be a PR concern? RIGHT!??!?!

Mercedesamgf1: Thank you for all of your support this weekend, glad to see you found the right team to support first time. 🖤

↳ Yourusername: It wasn't difficult when you have a certain Hamilton to convince me!

↳ Mercedesamgf1: 🤨

↳ Yourusername: Yeah Roscoe is the best person in the sport!!!

↳User7: Even admin is suspicious lmao

↳User8: She thinks she's so sly...

User9: I'm just saying if they get together, then their dogs can live together and they can all live happily ever after.

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User10: Lewis likeing all of the comments about him and Y/N is so unserious yet kinda sweet.

↳User11: Like yeah he wants to show her off and let their dogs have kids as they grow old together (they aren't 100% dating)

↳User12: Awww them growing old together with their little bulldogs is adorable

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Lewishamilton

Lewishamilton: Thank you everyone for helping me to get in that top step once again. Its been really tough the past few years but by putting lots of time and effort in it clearly payed off.

Thank you to all the mechanics for your endless work. Thank you to Toto for putting up with my constant feedback, thank you George for helping defend and let me keep that top position today. And most importantly, thank you to my 'personal cheerleader' Y/N. Who has helped to support me, bring me joy and just be a beacon of hope throughout the turbulent season start. I love you ❤

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Yourusername: Love you Lew. You're amazing🤍

↳ Lewishamilton: ❤

↳User1: Awww they've been hiding in plain sight (everyone knew)

User2: Shut up that is adorable. And I love the Y/N effect. You can't have a photo dump without El

↳Yourusername: Why would you want to? Unless it has Roscoe in (I love that dog sm)

↳Roscoelovescoco: Awww's I's love's you's too's

Mercedesamgf1: Felling left out rn🥲

↳User3: I love you admin

↳User4: Well done admin

↳Yourusername: We love you admin

↳Mercedesamgf1: Aww thanks guys. Love you more!

User5: Whoever would have expected this!?!?!? Me. I did.

User6: Does this mean we'll get Lewis in a blockbuster film

↳ Yourusername: He can sing, he can dance... question is, can he act?🤔

User7: This is such a random pairing. I love it.

↳ Yourusername: You can thank @thelomlyn and @hamm4rtim4 for that

↳ Lewishamilton: Thank you you two

↳Thelomlyn: I think you just killed @hamm4rtim4. Oh my gosh. This is unreal.

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[satoruyes]

co-parent bakugou .2

katsuki bakugou x nb reader (previous part)

(cw: smut, angst, kids, arguing, verbal abuse)

when bakugou comes back from his morning walk he goes into the kitchen to see raya over the stove cooking breakfast. “hey babe, goodmorning,” she turned to face him, “i'm sorry about last night; i was just upset.”

he nods and goes to their bedroom and gets undressed. raya, not being satisfied with his reaction, pauses breakfast and follows him up. she sneaks up behind him and runs her hand down his bare back. “i said i was sorry babe, you have to forgive me.” he turns around to face her.

“you know my dad doesn't like it when we argue.” he hated that. he hated it when she used her dads position as leverage. with rayas’ dad being the mayor and all; she’d grown to be a spoiled brat. sure he had the skill to be a pro-hero but maybe not the funds. his parents weren't exactly the richest in the world. so of course his wife offered to let her dad take care of it. just like that- pro-hero dynamite had his own agency.

he swallowed hard, some spit along with his pride and sighed, “yea, ‘m sorry bout last night. i wasn't in the best head space." raya smiled, and played with the waistband of his boxers. “it's okay lovebug, now just lay back and let me take care of you.” he stood there quietly and watched her. watching as she knelt down, pulling down his boxers as she did. taking his semi-hard dick into her hands then licking the tip while working her hand up and down his full length. she kind of falters at noticing he isn't getting hard as quickly as he usually does. “did you jerk off already today or something?” he lies and shakes his head yes as she stands up. “or maybe you just can't get hard for me anymore.” she says jokingly, and katsuki forces a laugh. unsure of what was causing the problem.

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by the time you get up it's nearly 1pm, woken up by your antsy little toddler who you let sleep in your room for night. you get up then go do your morning routine. (accompanied by your curious toddler of course) when you finish both of your morning routines you go towards the kitchen to make your cereals of choice. you go up to your room to grab your phone and see a text from bakugou. “When can i see my kid again” you sigh and reply telling him he can come over today. he likes the message and lets you know that his wife will be tagging along as well. great.

they get to your house around 3pm. you welcome them in and take them to the living area. bakugou mentions he brought something over for hana and went back to the car. leaving you and raya alone. you sit there kind of quietly while hana is wearing headphones watching her tablet. raya observes the girl, “hm.. are you even sure its his? she looks a little.. slow,” she says nonchalantly. you stare in disbelief at her, shocked she’d even say that straight to your face. “excuse me?”

“its a cute baby of course, kats’ genes really tried their best but..” she pauses “i can just imagine how pretty our baby girl is gonna be- you know with that being said, i'd really appreciate it if you kind of backed off. he needs to be an attentive father to our baby, not yours. i don't need to be worried about some desperate baby momma.’’ you scoff, you had enough of this wench disrespecting you and your child in your own home. without thinking you end up over your coffee table landing a smack across her face. she yelps in pain and hold her face like it was the most precious thing ever. “what you are not about to do is come up in my house and disrespect me and my daughter. you can get the fuck out.”

she immediately ran outside to katsuki, leaving you alone with a dumbstruck hana. you ignored the little girl's curious expression and just simply ran your hands through your hair. it wasn't too long after before you heard daunting footsteps headed your way. “what the fuck did you do? yer gonna let me bring my wife up in here just to disrespect ‘er? why the fuck of all people are you calling her a tramp ‘nd sayin she got sloppy seconds? of all people. i'm trying real hard to be in my daughter's life but yer being a real bitch about it.” without letting you say anything he drops a gift bag and leaves. leaving you once again, and leaving you speechless.

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later that night you drop your daughter off with her grandparents and go see your old friend, eijirou kirishima. you two usually caught up at least once a month. drink a little, laugh a little, indulge a little. he's been such a great friend, so supporting and always there for you. even occasionally watching hana for you. but today you two are all alone, and both a little too drunk for either of your liking. it starts off with friendly peckish little neck kisses, short playful pecks on the lips. nothing you two haven't explored before.

but tonight something was different. you expressed to him how stressful things were today with what happened with katsukis wife. he told you he’d make you feel better and you just kind of brushed it off. but now it's hard to brush it off when he's knuckles deep inside of you, working his fingers deeper and deeper inside. you just throw your head back against his plush couch letting the pleasure take you away. “eijirou.. please,” you whine. he shoots you a toothy grin with half hooded eyes. “please what? you can use your words, i know you can.” you whine more while he works his fingers into your special spot. once you finish he pulls out grinning; leaving you blissed out with arousal apparent by his print visible.

he gets you a ride home, both too intoxicated to drive anywhere. he opens the door for you then hugs and kisses you goodnight. you get home and go to sleep.

when you wake up the next morning your head is pounding and your phone is blowing up. the most alarming test came from your mother

: “How could you be so stupid?”

: “Letting the press see you getting so personal with someone”

: “Theres photos of you and that Kirishima boy going around of you kissing”

you dont get why it was such a big deal. you didn't even care, with your parents being famous pro-heroes everything you've done since birth has been documented. it's tiring and after your daughter's birth you stopped caring. Doing whatever you wanted regardless of the paparazzi, but them following you over to kirishima's house was ridiculous. The second text you read was from bakugou;

: “Out of all of my friends you go for him?”

: “You didnt feel the need to tell me about this?”

: “Really ??? Eijirou? Has he been around Hana?”

you got kind of upset at his messages more than you did your mom. what did it matter to him, he doesnt get to control who you talked to. he’s not your boyfriend nor your dad. you leave him on read and you scroll through your twitter feed. filled with photos of you and kirishima kissing. “PRO-HERO MIYU and YUIKA SUZUKI CHILD CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH PRO-HERO RED RIOT” you sigh and almost turn your phone off but see another set of messages from bakugou, was he jealous?

[vedurnan]

my elden ring player characters

the elden ring dlc comes out soon, is everyone excited? let's talk about our elden ring characters. i will begin.

i played through elden ring right after the game released when almost nothing was known about it, and so my first encounters with its world were full of mystery. i had no idea what was awaiting me so i imagined my first character as a foreign knight from a land across the sea, the very distant kin of an ancient warlord, just like the game's story describes our player character. this gave birth to...

i loved how her history and personality came together in my head naturally as i played through the game and came to know its world. we walked in parallel together through a strange digital landscape and made big decisions in the game before the community of players had figured out what the consequences of those actions would be. it lent itself perfectly to the "doomed knight" character she took on as our travels continued. she's a strength build with a lot of fire incantations on the side, very fun to play for me :)

next i wanted to try a dexterity character with bleeding damage, and that playstyle made me feel like a cheating asshole because it was so strong, like i was some kind of cunning & depraved highwayman...

unlike lorence who came into the service of the evil serpent from a faraway place, i imagined myrtle as a gelmir local, someone who is totally adapted to the nightmare landscape & murder ecosystem of the mountain of blasphemy. lorence and myrtle both fit dark souls "invader" archetypes very cutely in my mind, and when i play as either of them i like to use my recusant finger every once in a while even though i am terrible at pvp. beware dude, we will get you!

i also wanted to try something really different which i had never tried in any of these games before, a pure sorcery character. the royal academy atmosphere of raya lucaria was fun to adventure in but didn't feel like a type of character i wanted to inhabit, so i imagined once again that this new sorcerer was from lands far away...

i think u can see my earthsea fanfiction showing here, but that's fine with me. i imagine ternfeather as someone from perhaps a bit farther away than lorence, having only heard vague stories or out-of-date historical information about the lands between. i imagine the voyage was long and difficult and he must have been looking forward to a warm welcome from his new colleagues, but instead they started shooting glintstone shards at him :(

i use a lot of sleep magic on this character, which can make some combat encounters very difficult but others extremely easy. that highly specialized feeling seems fitting for a character with an academic background to me, & i also enjoy how sleep magic is connected to a folkloric figure of mixed or indeterminate gender within the game's story. very satisfying!

as i played through the game on these characters i became really enamored with the FLAME OF FRENZY and i knew i had to play a character centered all around it. i also wanted to play a very faith-focused character build so this worked out nicely...

i tried to play odile very close to her backstory as a random frenzied commoner, so she doesn't wear any armor other than her clothing and usually only uses a club and frenzy incantations (although sometimes i can't resist using vyke's spear). following the frenzy storyline through the lands between and into the depths under the capital was so fun, everything about it is dope 2 me :)

damn this made a long post! i like to imagine that these four adventure together kind of like a darkest dungeon party, or like service industry workers or something. they are all from very disparate backgrounds and don't always get along that well, but the circumstances of their dying world have bound them together as companions

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Water | Solo Sikoa x BlackFem!OC | 18+!!!! SMUT

Description: Raya is really into Solo's new persona.

Song: Water by Tyla

Face Claim: Kat Graham

Warnings: Spanking, Hand/Glove kink, teasing, Dom/sub dynamic, use of panties as a gag, doggy style (and he cums on her ass), kneeling, degradation (use of the word slut), petnames (baby/babygirl), daddy kink, brat taming, begging, praise (good girl).

Check out my previous Solo x Raya story here and my entire Masterlist here.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are kayfabe based.

Solo Sikoa had been on a roll lately, and it was all thanks to his newfound confidence in the ring, and outside of it for that matter. With Roman Reigns on hiatus for the foreseeable future, he'd stepped up to take charge of SmackDown and become one of its most dominant Superstars even recruiting one of their many cousins, Tama Tonga to join the fray. He was taking this whole tribal heir thing a little more seriously than anyone had expected, especially Paul who quite frankly had no idea what to do.

And with all that confidence came a change in attitude as well: gone were the days when he played second fiddle or stood quite in the background. Now, he was taking what he wanted, living up to the lyrics of his theme song 'Taking it all...' and making sure everyone knew it too.

Raya, his girlfriend, really just couldn't get enough of those sexy black leather gloves and tight-fitting suits. Normally she could keep her cool but tonight she's wildin'. The jewelry. All of it. He was accessorizing now? The fuck? Since when? She thought to herself as she watched her man on TV throwing around Kevin Owens. Poor guy. But damn did her man look good fucking him up.

It was early Saturday morning when Solo walked through the door of his apartment after a late night flight following Smackdown, still riding high on the adrenaline rush from everything that had happened. He could tell by Raya's smile and playful attitude that she was eager to see him too, but there was something else in her eyes as well... desire? Need? She looked ready to jump his bones.

"Hey babygirl," he said casually as he kicked off his shoes and took a seat on the couch next to her having thrown his bags aside. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much," Raya replied, her voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "Just thinking about how hot you looked out there last night." Solo smirked at that and leaned in closer to kiss her on the cheek.

"I missed you," Solo whispered in her ear, his hand slowly moving up and down her thigh. Raya shivered at the touch and turned to face him fully, a look of anticipation on her face. She had been waiting for this all day long, since last night, ever since she saw those leather gloves he'd been wearing. She'd fantasized about the feeling of them all over her body.

"You know, I was thinking about those gloves you wore last night," Raya said coyly. "I really liked the way they looked on your hands." Solo smirked and leaned back against the couch, letting his fingers trace along her skin as he thought about what she was suggesting.

"Damn, baby, my gloves did it for you like that?" Solo chuckled lowly.

Raya rolled her eyes playfully, trying to hide the fact that she was getting turned on by his teasing. "Maybe," she said with a sly grin. "Or maybe it's just you in general."

Solo leaned forward suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he grabbed Raya's chin and tilted her head up so that she was looking directly at him. "You just roll yo' damn eyes at me? think you need to be reminded of who's in charge here," he said firmly. "..'Cause it definitely isn't you."

"Now, I want you to be a good girl and get on your knees for me," Solo commanded. Raya's eyes widened at the sudden shift in his tone, but she obeyed without hesitation. She dropped down onto her knees in front of him and looked up at him with a mixture of excitement and anticipation... wondering what he had planned next. "Stay" He commanded before stepping into the bedroom rumbling through his bag for something.

The gloves. He slipped them on slowly as he approached her, making her pussy pulse with desire.

Raya watched with bated breath as Solo approached her, his big brown eyes locked on hers and the black leather gloves gleaming in the light. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he got closer, almost like a predator stalking it's prey. Solo stood in front of her, towering over her small frame as he stared down at her with an intense gaze. "I want you to beg me for what you really want," he said softly but firmly, his fingers tracing along the edges of the gloves on his hands.

Raya swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to respond. She knew what he wanted from her but it was difficult for her to bring herself to say the words out loud... especially when he was looking at her like that. "Please," she finally whispered after a few moments of silence. "I want you." she added, "Want your hands all over my body."

Solo smirked at her response and leaned down so that his face was only inches away from hers. "I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked teasingly. "You need to speak up if you want me to hear you."

God dammit, she didn't know whether she should thank Roman or kick his ass when she sees him for creating this glorious monster in front of her. Raya took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice. "I want you," she repeated, louder this time. "Please... I need you."

Solo crouched down and gently cupped her chin, his gloved thumb brushing against her bottom lip as he stared at her intently. "Good girl," he murmured before leaning in to kiss her passionately. His hand slid down to the back of her neck, holding onto it firmly as they kissed for several long moments. Raya was feeling like she was going to melt into a puddle right there on the floor. He was only making her hotter

When Solo finally broke the kiss, he pulled her up to her feet and made quick work of removing her dress and bra leaving her in just her pretty little red lace panties before he led her over to the bed room. He pushed Raya down onto the bed gently and climbed on top of her, his body pressing against hers as he pinned both of her arms above her head with one hand singular gloved hand, while the other travels down her body cupping her breast.

Raya let out a low moan as Solo's hand traveled down her body, his touch sending shivers up and down her spine. She could feel the leather of his gloves against her skin and it was driving her wild, setting off her whole body.

Solo smirked as he noticed the way Raya was squirming underneath him, her body writhing with pleasure from his touch. "Such a dirty little slut. Bet you soaked." he whispered into her ear before biting down on her earlobe playfully. His hand continued to explore every inch of her body, tracing patterns across her skin and making sure to pay special attention to all of the sensitive spots that drove her crazy before finally reaching the waistband of her panties.

Raya gasped as Solo's hand slid underneath her panties, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused with each passing moment... every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He slowly teasingly slides her panties down her legs and thinks for a moment, the wet spot on then making him smirk. He chuckled a bit. "Open that pretty lil mouth, baby." Solo said.

Raya complies opening up for him, he stuffs her damp panties into her mouth, grinning satisfied with himself.

Raya moans softly as she feels her own fill up her mouth, the taste of herself on them making it even more exciting.

Solo smirked down at Raya, enjoying the sight of her with a mouth full of panties. "That's better," he said softly as he began to unbutton his shirt and toss it aside followed by his pants and boxers. He then leaned down and kissed her neck slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along her skin before moving back up to whisper in her ear again. "Do you like having your own soaking wet panties stuffed into your mouth?"

Raya's words come out muffled and unintelligible. Solo laughs and smirks. "Poor baby. Can't hear a word you sayin'. Shouldn't have decided to a brat earlier. Guess you just gon' have to take whatever daddy decides to give you." he teases.

Raya tried to say something in response but it was no use, her words were completely muffled by the panties that filled up her mouth. She let out a frustrated groan as Solo teased her and continued to taunt her about being a brat earlier... which was absolutely true. But that is neither here nor there.

"All fours, baby girl. Now." He demanded.

Raya quickly obeyed Solo's command, rolling over onto her hands and knees, her ass perched high in the air, her back arched just the way he likes.

Solo walked around Raya slowly, admiring her body and taking in every inch of it. His eyes traveled down to the curve of her ass. He ran a hand over it gently before slapping it harshly. Raya let out a yelp as Solo's hand made contact with her ass, the sudden impact causing her ass to jiggle for him, that damn glove adding something to the experience.

"That was for rolling your eyes at me." he said, "Thought I forgot or some shit." he chuckled spanking her ass again.

Raya groaned softly as Solo spanked her again, the sharp pain mixing with a sense of pleasure that she didn't quite understand. He was blowing her mind. Setting off her whole body. It was like he knew exactly what buttons to push to make her feel things she never thought possible... and it was driving her crazy.

Raya gasps as feels Solo enter her from behind, his cock sliding inside of her with ease. She lets out a low moan as he begins to thrust into her slowly.

Solo's movements become more intense as he picks up the pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drives himself deeper and harder into her. She can feel herself getting closer to orgasm with each passing moment

Raya can't hold back anymore and lets out a loud moan as she climaxes, her body shaking with pleasure. She can hear Solo's breathing getting heavier as he continues to thrust into her, his movements becoming more erratic until finally, she feels him pull out of her shooting his warm seed all over her ass.

She collapses onto the bed, panting heavily and feeling completely spent but also satisfied in ways that she never thought possible. Raya lays on the bed, her body still tingling from her recent orgasm.

"Good girl," he whispers tenderly before laying down beside her and leaning down to kiss her softly on the forehead.

Yeah, Raya loved this new side of Solo. Roman and Cody could both expect a thank you card from her.

[scoobysnakz]

Hard Luck

It’s hard finding love when your sole reason to live is your daughter, but when her best friends dad is annoyingly attractive and might have something to do with your rent randomly getting paid, who can blame you for being a little curious?

||* slight angst, I just wrote this on the toilet bc I realised I hadn't updated in ages (sorry), Miguel having intense mood swings, teeny tiny fluff if you squint insanely hard

Chap v

“About before,” you awkwardly shuffle towards him, “I want to say thanks.”

Miguel turns to look you, face tight with concern which doesn't go unnoticed by you. He can feel your eyes scanning him, staring at his expression, trying to read him as his mood suddenly shifts.

“I should pay you back,” you mutter before shoving your hands in your pockets and patting them down as if you don't know they're empty.

He has to stop himself from scoffing, paying him back should be the least of your worries. But Miguel’s nice and those gentle eyes you’re looking at him with soften him- slightly.

“No need,” he sighs, a forced kindness in his voice, “I was just helping out a friend.”

You hate the warm feeling those words spark in your skin because you know it's not him saying you don't need to pay him back causing it. There's still a sense of guilt nagging at your brain though. He's still a stranger, no matter how he puts it, and you owe him money.

Owing people is something that you've grown far too accustomed to and you're determined to not add Miguel to that list.

“Still, at least let me pay for Raya’s ice cream?” you change your tone, secretly praying he thinks it's a question.

Miguel grimaces, charming crinkles forming around his narrowed eyes and arched nose crunching in what you hope isn't disgust. “You have a nice apartment.” he frowns as he changes the subject.

It's your turn to grimace. You purse your lips so tight they hurt and the skin around your mouth smudges with your lip balm. It is a nice apartment, for the price, that you can't keep up with.

He doesn't know why it irks him to see you like this. Not lying, not being irresponsible, no, he hates seeing you so nervous around him. The way you instinctively coil up while having to fight your own body to maintain eye contact.

“I’m lucky its so cheap,” you laugh cautiously, your hands once again finding your pocket and finding a home in the deep cave of denim.

“Cheap?” he raises an eyebrow, his tone suddenly hardening.

You force a smile on your face, lips twitching at the corners and fear shining in your irises. “Yeah.”

He takes up so much room in your kitchen. Not just his body but his whole being. His shoulders might block the light from the lamp reaching you but the overpowering scent of cologne infiltrating the cracks in the air is more than enough to make your stomach clench.

Shakily, you take a step back, knees weakening the more intense his gaze becomes.

“What are you going to do?”

And for a moment you swear you might die.

Miguel knows. He knows that you're flat-broke and days away from getting evicted because you didn't think to cover up that godforsaken letter when you carlessy tossed it in the bin.

The concern that drips from his voice fills you with a kind of self-loathing you thought only your father could bring up. You can't look at him, his gaze is too harsh, too threatening, too unkind for someone you barely know.

“Stay with my mum,” you mutter, hands gripping the edge of the counter as you how your head down.

You can practically hear him rolling his eyes as he nears you with dramatically long strides. “What?” he snaps.

“Me and Raya are going to stay with my mum until I can sort something out!” you hiss.

“How is she going to get to school?” he presses further.

“She only lives about twenty minutes away and my mum can drive us.”

“Can she, now?”

The pure disgust that runs from his expression and out through his voice knocks you sick. Your skin burns with a revolting mixture of shame and anger. Who is he to talk down to you like this? But he's right, you've messed up badly.

Miguel’s worried. He doesn't know you but God, he'd rather die then have someone as precious as you on the streets.

“This isn't any of your concern-”

“You’re just going to let her live like this?” he cuts you off harshly, “moving to your mums whenever you don't pay the rent like a responsible adult? Never knowing what's going on because you can't sort out money?”

Tears sting the corners of your eyes but you fight them back, like always. You refuse to let him see you cry. His words sting but you know, deep down, that you are responsible, that you do what's best for Raya, that your love is enough.

You swear he's bigger now, more threatening, more dangerous. There are fangs protruding past his snarling lips that make your chest tighten in fear.

Anger pulses throughout Miguel’s entire being. His blood is hot and thick with pure rage that only strengthens the more he glares down at you and your pathetic, trembling, pretty lips.

You want to run away, push past Miguel and bolt through your front door but you settle for puffing up your chest and snarling him right back.

“This has nothing to do with you. I appreciate you getting Raya ice cream and picking her up but you are still a stranger who has no valuable insight on this issue.” you try so hard to keep a stable voice, take deep breaths when you feel your throat tighten, look at his forehead not his eyes, but it doesn't and you end up stumbling over your words like an idiot.

The words feel wrong in your mouth, being unkind isn't new to you but targetted to someone you know so little about, you almost feel guilt.

Cool metal hits the poorly clothed part of your back and it's only then that you realise you've been backing away. Your body just naturally falls into submission, even when you have every right to stand up for yourself. That small, faint slither of confidence you had instantly faded away.

Miguel notices this as well, the hidden sadistic part of him going insane over the small gasp that escapes your quaking form, but he still frowns. He wants to reach out and comfort you, let you know how easily he can make this okay but the terror in your eyes distinguishes all hope of that.

He towers over you, his chiselled features now highlighted by the glow of tiles on the floor and his beady, blood-red eyes boring down into you. He stalks towards you, long legs easily pulling him sickeningly close.

You feel miserably weak. Your entire body is numb with guilt as sweat builds in the creases of your palms. But what makes you feel even more pathetic is your desire to be mad yet you can't bring yourself to even weasel out a small argument.

“I’m trying, I really am,” you choke, knuckles burning white with the force of your grip on the counter.

And Miguel’s gaze softens, instantly. All his anger dissolves and all he can see is someone who needs protecting. The way your eyes glisten with tears does something to him. You crumbled so effortlessly that it was easy for him to keep himself in check and now he's got you cowering in the corner in your own kitchen.

He takes a step back and sighs while dragging a lazy hand down his face. “Mierda, I'm… fuck, I'm sorry.”

You try to look at him, to wrap your head around this absurd mood swing but you can't. Just seeing the shame in his eyes burns a hole in your stomach.

“Get out.”

“I got mad and I didn't thi-”

“Out.”

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, hard.

“I’ll go get Gabi,” he sighs.

You shake your head, lips pursed and nose scrunched. You don't want him near Raya, don't think he's safe enough for Gabi to home to, not after a mood swing like that.

You croak a pathetic, “I will,” and walk off. His eyes burn holes into the back of your head but you fight the urge to acknowledge him.

The sound of laughter that leaks from Raya’s bedroom door soothes the burning of your nerves. You might have trembling hands and a racing heart but she's fine- and so is Gabi.

Part of you wants to keep Gabi here, make sure she's safe and let her stay the night but knowing you'd have to face Miguel again at some point is too much.

You knock lightly on the door before pushing it open. “Hey, Gabi,” you smile down at the ground but she's not there. All you can see is a mountain of teddies and blankets in the middle of Raya’s bedroom. Their laughter is present but is mixed with the sound of each other's shushing.

The plushness of the blue carpet on the floor dampens the sound of your footsteps as you creep closer to the pile. You can hear them shuffling around but their laughter has subsided.

Suddenly, you lunge forward and throw yourself onto the pillows with a subtle thud. They both scream as they flail their arms and legs in the air while desperately gasping for air between their violent giggles.

“Your dad said it's time to go home,” you just about manage, as their laughter has affected you too.

Reluctantly, she pulls herself up from the plushy mess, Raya doing the same. They cling to each other, still laughing and whispering, as they disappear through the door.

[firefirefruit]

Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Twenty-One

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Twenty-One: Polar Twwwang

Bepo’s your typical furry polar bear – well, besides the fact that he has no desire to eat people.

An overly-apologetic, teary-eyed honey-addict. Loves to fight but in a way that screams, ‘I’m adorable!’

He’s happy, he’s emotional, and well…he’s Bepo.

So, when Bepo looks up to watch Robin who greets his captain with a palm resting beneath her chin, he truly couldn’t have imagined that the person his eyes would lock on would be her.

Bepo, the white bear who’s never afraid to express his feelings, is rendered speechless. His eyes, pooling up with an overflow of fluid, can’t even manage to blink his tears away as they remain on your figure. Are you real, or is Bepo merely hallucinating? He’s not entirely sure.

Law, sharp-eyed and silent, stares from his first mate to you, meticulously arching a brow in question.

“You know that woman?” He asks, his hand finding solace in the sword that drapes over his shoulder. Always on guard, always paying attention to the little things that no one else notices just yet.

Instantly, Bepo jumps from his spot and helplessly gapes at his captain, giving him a good view of his sharp teeth that, ironically, seem incredibly harmless on this bear.

“You - you can see her too, Law?”

"Yes, I can see her," Law repeats, his gaze flickering between you and Bepo. "But that doesn't answer my question. Do you know her?"

Bepo's eyes dart back to you, his mind racing as he tries to make sense of the situation. Finally, he takes a deep breath and nods, his voice trembling slightly as he speaks.

"I... I think so," he admits, his words hesitant. He looks up, addressing the next few meaningful words to you. "But it's been so long... I never thought I'd see you again."

Everyone aboard sobers up from their chaos, all looking at each other in bafflement.

Robin’s smile grows slightly, a curious glint in her eye evident as she leans further against the banister.

“You know our crewmate, Bepo?”

For a second, you’re rendered speechless, too; is this real, or are you dreaming? You’re not entirely sure.

But after a moment of deliberation, your lips offer Bepo a small smile, your heart warming at the sight of his oh-so-typical tears that dampen his fur in odd lines.

You drape your fingers over the banister and walk down the steps to reach him – one foot closer to your childhood friend - your eyes never leaving his.

"You haven’t changed, Bepo," you mumble softly, your voice filled with so much warmth and a million other feelings. "I've missed you."

Bepo's eyes brim with tears of joy, and he takes a step forward, reaching out to wrap you in a bear hug; there’s no hesitation in his embrace - only pure, unbridled affection.

"I've missed you too, Raya,” he says, his voice choked with emotion. "I never thought I'd get to see you again."

“Ahh~ I might’ve missed something, but how do you two know each other?” Brook politely intervenes, wedging his skeletal body in between the reunited embrace, as if the closer he is to you and Bepo, the more intel he'll be able to get.

And immediately, your mouth runs dry. Your grasp over Bepo’s white furry hair halts in its warmth as your mind starts to think a million different lies on how to spin this away from your lineage.

“Oh yeah!” Luffy pipes up, snapping himself out of his thoughtless daze. He cocks his head. “Where did you guys meet? Do you two go a long way back?”

“Bepo…” You alarmingly mutter in his ear. “They must not know about how we truly met. They do not know who I am – or once was.”

You can feel Bepo’s grip slightly tighten over you, confusion colouring the tense curling of his paws.

“Raya, what—”

But the start of Bepo’s bafflement gets cut off in an instant. His captain, either knowingly or unknowingly, comes to save you from the bombardment of problems that you don’t really want to deal with right now.

“As much as you’d all like to gossip over how our crewmates know each other, this isn’t why we came.” Law narrows his dark eyes, eyes that could cut steel, zoning them in on one pirate, and one pirate only. “What were you fucking thinking, Mugiwara? You saw us coming through, and you still dove into us.”

Luffy grins obliviously, all toothy and wide-mouthed, and simply shrugs. “There’d be no other way of stopping you, Tora-o. You would’ve just run away without saying hi!”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Luffy?” Nami and Usopp snap in unison, gaping helplessly at their dumbass captain.

“I don’t run away,” Law childishly hisses, every syllable cut with a power that equates to a samurai. “I’m expecting you to fix the mess you’ve made. The Polar Tang’s in scraps, thanks to you, and I’m on a tight schedule.”

While Zoro stands nearby and watches the onslaught of a feud breaking out, his arms cross over chest, his expression darkening with each passing moment.

"Oi, Law," Zoro interjects, his voice low and gruff as he steps forward, drawing the attention of the others. "You're making a big fuss over a little scratch. It's not like we sank your damn submarine."

“Really?” Law retorts, angling his head to the Polar Tang. It lays imperceptible, floating in the sea beside the Sunny. “Why don’t you have a look, then?”

With his stubborn eye never leaving Law’s, he proceeds to push himself from the wall. He ambles over to the edge, everyone else running on his heels in anticipation.  

And then, Nami gasps. She gasps so loudly, it sounds like she's suddenly forgot how to breathe. And then…well…

And then, she starts to beat the ever-living shit out of Luffy.

But honestly? You can’t blame her.

The whole thing is just a pathetic corpse with a pirate emblem painted over it.

You and Franky gape speechlessly at the floating piece of…metal…that’s completely isolated in the water like some sort of melting icecap. The once proud submarine now floats like a deflated balloon, its structural integrity compromised beyond recognition.

“It’s….it’s…” you stammer, wide-eyed and giddy with dread.

“…Not super, at all,” Franky finishes off.

You nod aggressively in agreement, gaping at the rest of the Heart pirates who lay stranded on its deck.

“Hmph,” Zoro grumbles, turning his back around to lay on the railing. It’s as if, if Roronoa avoids looking at the destruction, then Trafalgar Law can’t possibly be right. So who really wins then, huh, Law?

“So…” you thoughtfully mutter to yourself.

And the diagnosis begins. With a flick to your craftsman focus, you lean so much over the ship’s rail, that you’re teetering off the edge. Without even needing to ask, Franky holds onto the back of your shirt as you try to get a better look at the Polar Tang. “The under casing looks like it’s about to dislocate…and the bow…. Well, it’s really not a bow anymore…”

“The propeller only has one fin, too…” Franky grimaces, slamming his other huge hand to his head. “Luffy, what the hell did you do?!”

Luffy lays pathetically on the floor, all battered and bruised as his swollen lips gasp open like a fish. “I’m sowwy…”

"This is unacceptable, Mugiwara," Law says, his voice firm and unwavering. "You will help me fix this mess, and for the time being, my crew will take refuge aboard your ship, whether you like it or not.”

Luffy, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation, grins sheepishly under Nami's relentless barrage of attacks. You can’t help but feel intense guilt on behalf of your crew; no one should ever be stranded, especially in what used to be a masterpiece of a submarine, because of your doing – whether it was done indirectly or not.

You whip around as Franky gently drops you to the ground. And for a moment, you look at each other in silent understanding, and in harmony, you both nod.

"Of course we'll help," you interject, your voice cutting through the chaos as you step forward, determination firing up in your eyes. "This is our doing; it’s our responsibility to make it right."

Franky nods in agreement, his mechanical arms flexing in the air. "Yes sir! We'll get this submarine back in shape in no time."

Law's gaze shifts to you, a flicker of surprise crossing his features at your sudden intervention. His sharp eyes linger on your arm, noticing the blackened throb that coils painfully over your skin.

"Not with that arm,” Law refuses, eyeing your skin in what you could only call - morbid medical curiosity. You’re sure he’s really enjoying himself there, with the way he’s marvelling at it. "What happened? It looks like it's been through quite a bit."

You stare down at your rapidly weakening state, a reminder of the torture that you can’t seem to escape, as Chopper steps forward to speak, doctor to doctor.

"Her arm... it's not in good shape," Chopper begins, his voice sombre. "It's been affected by an odd reaction that's causing it to deteriorate rapidly. The cause is unknown and we're still trying to figure out how to reverse the damage."

Law's brow furrows in concern as he listens to Chopper's diagnosis. He steps closer to you, his gaze fixed on your arm with a newfound intensity.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Law asks, his voice softer now, devoid of its usual edge. "I have some medical expertise that might be of use."

You shake your head firmly as your eyes pierces his. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. Right now, fixing your vessel is our top priority.”

Law’s eyes darken, folding his arms before you. “It’s against my better judgement to make you work with your condition.”

Zoro rolls his eyes and tiresomely puts one foot over the other. “Come on, she’s not helpless.”

“It won’t stop me from helping,” you say with your chest, slightly pushing your blackened arm behind your back, as if hiding it will make all of this…concern… go away. Law stares at you for a moment, his lips pursed, and you can just tell he’s thinking, processing for a moment, on the best way to navigate the situation.

He pushes off the banister, taking a step closer to you, a hand reaching out.

“Then let me at least have a look at it before you begin.”

You hesitate for a moment, looking up at the sleep-deprived man with the….really beautiful sword in one hand. No, seriously, who made that? You’ve never seen this type of make before.

"Fine," you relent, your voice softer now as you extend your arm towards Law. "But on two conditions."

Law scoffs, tilting his head at you. “Besides trying to cure you, what else is there that you want?”

You unfold a finger, waving your hand in the free space between the two of you. “Firstly, you’ll do the check-up in my workshop while I work.”

There’s no other better way to say this - Law loses his total cool for a second; he looks down at you, unknowing how to react. “But that’s not sanitary—”

“I have a million things to do, and your submarine, albeit not your doing, wasn’t one of them until now. So you gotta give me some flexibility here - I’m in high demand.”

You grin childishly as Law gawks at you - it seems like he’s not going to argue any further. Good, you think to yourself, mentally rubbing your hands together in glee.

Then, your grin widens even further as you eye the weapon that sparkles in his fingers. A second finger rolls from beneath your thumb, the excitement evident in your voice.

“Secondly, you let me play with your sword.”

[martianbugsbunny]

Maybe Disney needs to try taking on a fairytale they haven't done yet. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy more original stories like Raya and the Last Dragon and Encanto that as far as I'm aware don't originate from any particular legend (feel free to correct me if I'm wrong tho). Those are fun. Exploring different magical concepts like dragons and the miracle is awesome.

But that being said, I think Disney needs to go back to its roots and do a fairytale. Something with a princess and a big bad that comes from an existing legend. That's (generally) where Disney excels. That's why people love Disney. Little Mermaid? Classic. Beauty and the Beast? Classic. Princess and the Frog? Classic. Cinderella? Classic. Snow White? Classic. Really, I just think Disney does what Disney does best when they're taking a story that already exists and turning it into a beautiful piece of animation with a gentle, kind soul at the center of it, maybe with a different little spin like setting the Frog Prince story in 1920s New Orleans or having Beauty's father be an inventor. Little touches like that to make the story uniquely Disney, but with a solid basis in a folk narrative that touches something deep and instinctual inside most people.

Give me a girl who's cursed. A girl who either falls prey to evil or makes a deal with it, and whose sweetheart fights for her like Aurora or who does the brave thing and sacrifices to fix it like Ariel.

Give me a girl who's trapped. A girl whose family keeps her down or who just hasn't found where she fits yet, who stays kind despite her troubles like Cinderella or who finds her own alternative way out like Belle.

Heck, even a weird-ass thing like Shakespeare But Lions would be welcome. That's such a Disney thing to do, taking a story like Hamlet and filling it with whimsy and giving it a happy ending. Plus, Simba is one of the strongest protagonists and learns one of the best lessons in all of Disney fight me.

(I'm not going to count Frozen in the folk story group because the departure from the original was so wild I don't think it deserves to count. I love Elsa with my entire soul but I would also die to see Disney do a proper version of the Snow Queen fairytale.)

Look, my point is that I'd like to see something that really makes Disney dig a little deeper and recapture the spark of its classics. Because as much as I enjoy stuff like Tangled and Frozen and Moana (I've watched all of them loads of times and I cry about them consistently) they don't come to mind as Disney classics for me. Maybe that's just me. Maybe it simply hasn't been enough time. Maybe it's the difference in the animation. Speaking of that, however, I would actually love to see a Disney movie done in a 2D style again; I don't think 3D has any inherent superiority and I'd love to see what Disney could do with a 2D movie now. And there are so many folk stories in the world, surely there must be one that Disney can bring to life the way it used to. They haven't retold every story that's been told already.

Am I being a little picky? Probably. But I'd love to see something that reminds me of the Disney classics where a gentle person with a courageous core has their life touched by magic, faces an obstacle, and has a happy ending. Something that's not a variation on "X needs to be saved" but a specific character longing for a specific thing and either doing what they think is necessary to get it (like Tiana and Ariel) or giving it up for the sake of someone else, but getting a happy ending nonetheless (like Belle and Simba). Also a clear-cut badguy who gets to be absolutely cunty and evil about it with no peculiar twist.

I'd like to see something Classic Disney again.

[tallmatcha]

WIP Wednesday

Long time no write.

Tagging: @gilgamish @wraith-caller @archangelsunited @aesadraws @saltymaplesyrup @ludicrous-musings @kookaburra1701 @dirty-bosmer @mirrordaltokki @thequeenofthewinter @nomorescore @whatsarasaid @downontheupside

As always, no pressure.

Rays of Gold - a story of pre-Shattering Leyndell

Chapter 1

Liurnian dawn was identical to Liurnian dusk: bleak, blue, and plagued by a mist so thick that it crept between the plates of Darian’s armor and burrowed beneath his clothes, settling upon his skin like cold sweat. As it collected at the base of his neck and ran down his spine, he clenched his gloved fists and fought the urge to shiver. None of the other men appeared bothered. He would not be the first to complain.

The waterlogged earth sucked at his boots, and the loud squelch that accompanied each step had long since gone from grating to infuriating. Stopping even for a moment would cause him to sink into the loamy soil; so overburdened was he by steel, leather, linen, and the weight of his own pride. He pressed on, ignoring the chill and the ever-present miasma of petrichor and wet rot. Bravely, he straightened his back and looked up to address his Master—or, rather, his Master’s horse, for his head barely came up to the beast’s shoulder.

“They’re saying the new Lord Lowell has Liurnian sympathies,” he declared.

Sir Owain’s horse snorted. Owain himself didn’t so much as glance down at his squire. “And who are they?”

“The men.”

“Which men?” The harshness of his tone caught Darian off guard. “If you volunteer information, be ready to disclose where it came from.”

“Sir.”

“I abhor idle talk, Darian.” 

“Sir. My apologies, sir.”

Had the discussion ended there, Darian would not have pushed further, for he knew better than to test his Master. To his surprise, Owain spoke again. “House Lowell has served Leyndell for centuries. We’ve never had reason to question their loyalty. The new Lord was educated at the Academy of Raya Lucaria. That on its own isn’t indicative of treason.” He shot Darian a pointed look. “Do not suggest such a thing again.” 

With that, Owain urged his steed to a canter and rode to the front of the line. Darian squared his shoulders and apologized to the ground, watching listlessly as muddy runoff welled up in the craters left by Lamaech’s hooves. He imagined the same filthy water seeping through his pores and diluting his blood, then leaching deeper still to rot his bones.

Only the carriage remained relatively unmarred by dirt. It was massive—needlessly so, for it was only meant to carry one passenger—and obscenely ornate, every inch adorned by curling flourishes, scalloped columns and garlands of laurel. Darian assumed it was just as sumptuously appointed within. Lord Lowell would spend the next three days warm and dry, and his sainted shoes need never touch the ground. 

One of the trolls tasked with pulling the carriage sank to its knees, exhausted. Its companion stopped, looked about nervously, then began to moan in distress. Darian felt a pang of sympathy for both creatures as his comrades drew their swords and approached the pair, banging on their shields and shouting threats. 

He glared reproachfully at the carriage. Such trouble, and all for one Lord.

[rawtoastandpeanutbutter]

Hello!

My name is Jonas, I go by they/he pronouns and my stupid (affectionate) ass interests include the following:

Undertale/Deltarune (papyrus my beloved!)

Hazbin Hotel

Friday Night Funkin'

any art you fuckers do (you guys are so good at it srsly)

(lol i honestly should have done this first)

(if you want info on friday night funkin', keep reading)

art i've done:

Speakin' of Friday Night Funkin, my brother (@amoura-funkin-official) and I are planning on making our own mod called

(drumroll.mp3) Amoura Funkin'!

The gist of it is BF and GF fall into Amoura - the center of it to be specific. On their way to get out (and make it home in time), they meet a wonderful cast of characters. Raya, who invites them into the bar she works at, Clyde, the King's royal advisor- (and Raya's friend) who's a total nerd. His niece and nephew, Apollo and Lydia, along with the King's right-hand man, Brian. And even the King himself! (and also Jenna maybe)

We are planning to release this mod in versions for the sake of our sanity.

v.0.5 - the beach episode. not really part of the main story, but a fun practice one-off

v.1 - the actual mod. probably not a lot of stuff yet. raya's week and a few freeplay songs

v.1.5- partner's week. @reddnpinkepiphanyz is going to work with us one that part, as partner is their character

v.2 - clyde's week is added along with new dialogue box and character sprites. more freeplay songs. the interface changed a bit

v.3 (?) - animated (hopefully) cutscenes for the dialogue. full interface change. maybe some bonus songs if i'm feeling rather funky

(expect a shit-ton of art for this lol) Updates for this are TBD.

[crinosg]

Okay so here are some more Disney Mirrorverse characters

Anger they didn't really change at all. They just made him slightly volcanic. He also has a sword (not pictured here).

Baloo basically looks like he walked out of a weird Furry version of Mad Max.

Baymax looks weird, it looks like they tried to integrate his power armor into his design. Not really a fan.

OH HI BEAST SOMEONE HAS BEEN TAKING LEVELS IN PALADIN HUH?

I like how they didn't really change Buzz's design. They just gave him a bigger gun.

Man if looks could kill Donald would already be in prison. I do like they made the effort to distinguish him from the KH version. The energy anchor is a nice touch too.

OKAY WHY IS DORY EVEN FUCKING HERE? Spare her the horrors of war I implore you!

I like this, its similar to her normal outfit, but clearly designed for combat with more maneuverability.

THIS IS THE MONADO'S POWER! I mean, EVE already has combat abilities, does she really need the flipper swords?

Again reminds me of Elsa's design. Its the same dress as the canon version, just designed for more maneuverability. And with big stupid WOW shoulderpads too. Also I guess she's just lobbing the poison apples at people now.

Yeah, remember Frank Wolff? Dwayne the Rock Johnson's character from the hit Disney Movie Jungle Cruise? Yeah no I don't either. Look, the movie had came out, they needed to promote it. Have Dwayne The Rock Johnson with a Swamp Thing arm.

This one is alright, feels like if they were making the edgy Pre MCU Frozone movie this is what he would look like.

Alright real big fan of this one. This looks like the Genie like a thousand years post Aladdin where he's become a powerful Genie lord and rules over his own kingdom and stuff. Just love the design here.

I like this. Pretty simplistic design.

Not gonna lie I could imagine canon Hades wearing this.

I think this is largely just a recolor of his canon costume. *checks* Not even a recolor, its basically just the same outfit.

Honestly never even seen Onward so I could not comment. It looks fine though, he looks like a DnD character.

So they took Judy Hopps and gave her a Zero Suit. I can dig it.

Again, this is something I could see Maleficent wearing.

So the question is how do they change up Maui for Mirrorverse? Answer, just make his tattoos glow. Its a cool effect to be sure.

this one is pretty good. No complaints.

I HAVE SEVERAL QUESTIONS. Why is Mike in power armor? Why is here here at all?

Pretty cute design, but I get the feeling Minnie isn't fully aware she's about to be going to war.

This is a nice design, its simple, and it builds subtly off Moana's normal look.

Why are his hands glowing? What does that add?

OH GOD THEY PUT OLAF IN A LITTLE CAPE I CAN'T. Why is he even here? Olaf cannot face the horrors of war. He looks so determined too like that face says "I'm about to kick some ass today!"

Okay the jacket is a bit much, but I am kind of digging the roulette wheel shield and the dice flail.

Again have note seen Raya, but this seems alright. Probably should make time for some of these newer Disney films, especially since I want to show support during the whole DeSantis....thing.

Really like this one, especially the sewing needle weapons.

Goddamn Scar, cut back on the vaping man! What the actual fuck with this one?

Okay I'm out of space for pictures in this one so gonna continue this in a part 2.

[ellephantseals]

Anybody notice how nothing really happens in Disney movies anymore? I haven’t watched the second inside out yet so i’m not including that here, but for the past few years disney movies just suck. The only good ones in my opinion have been Encanto, Luca, and Turning red, something happened in those movies, there was a message in them, and even if they only took place in this one very specific spot, you really got the world.

But then every other animated movie just doesn’t have anything. Onward (2020) is i think what started this, interesting concepts, could be because chris pratt was one of the main characters, but it just didn’t feel engaging, i wasn’t engaged. They present us with an entire fantasy world and then they’re like “oh yeah look at that character! Look at that character! Look at this thing!” And then its just a regular world but every single person looks different. And by the end literally nothing happened, nothing has changed.

And then there was Raya and the last dragon (2021), who has the exact same problem except chris pratt is replaced with awkwafina, and i agree that that would have been better as a series, because they’re just throwing stuff at you going “look how cool this worldbuilding is!” And then its just that there happens to be dragons that dont influence the world whatsoever.

Then Soul (2022), i don’t remember most of this movie, but it was the “by the end nothing changed” kinda thing. It also has the same problem as princess and the frog where they have a black main character and then go “yeah but what if they werent human for like the entire movie”, it was a cute movie, but other than that i don’t have anything to say

And for a while that had a pretty good run, then strange world came out, lightyear was also there but i never watched it. Strange world (2022) had this amazing concept, and it had a meaning, multiple, but everything once again felt so empty, instead of showing you stuff they explain it to you like you’re a child that just doesn’t get it. “Oh yeah the energy berries” “oh yeah he has a crush on that guy” “oh yeah he hates his dad” “oh yeah generational truama” “okay the world is dying”. Despite being an entire massive “island”, Encanto somehow did it so much better within a small town.

And Elemental (2023), same exact problem, but add on “what if straight people couldn’t be in love 😧” and i agknowledge there was probably a racial aspect to that, but DISNEY! YOUR RACIAL ALLEGORIES ARE REALLY BAD! STOP MAKING PEOPLE OF COLOUR LITERAL DIFFERENT SPECIES TO EVERYBODY ELSE?! And then at the end nothing changed except the main character like? Got a job? And nobody agknowledges anything changed, also eyy generational truama disney’s latest favourite trope.

I can’t even talk about Wish, i think it’s been talked about enough and i haven’t even watched it, but just the way people talk about it i can tell it’s bad and soulless, and it being a disney anniversary present?!

Why are Disney movies so soulless these days?

[katealpha]

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Nine months ago, her dearest friend and roommate Sisusatu, the former last dragon, had learned from her brothers and sisters a new way of bringing new dragons to the world. Kumandra needed new dragons since the old ones returned. But the world was so much different than the one they once knew. Five hundred years of entrapment by the Druun’s evil stone left each of the dragons experiencing a culture shock. While most people were ecstatic to see dragons again, the dragons had to learn all that had happened over the last five centuries. The infighting, the distrust, the abandonment of values, the betrayal. It left some dragons distraught, others angry. A new generation was needed, to grow up and to understand the world as it was now.

Now, Raya would be helping those efforts in a more personal way than she could have known. The young warrior kept her sword double gripped and close, swinging and thrusting at the air. She’d been practicing forms for over an hour up in Heart’s summit temple, in the same chamber that nearly eight years prior, the world was broken. Now, another sacred power was held within this chamber. Deep within the princess herself. Her belly bulged from her thin frame, swollen to the nth degree. Curled up inside was a baby dragon, who was surprisingly calm despite Raya’s exertion .For almost a year, it had been growing steadily from the genpiece she consumed. It was a massive ritual that involved Sisu and her four other siblings, ending in Raya gulping down the fragment of a magic dragon gem.

With a huff and puff of air, Raya turned her body and primed to swing, before she twirled on her feet, her heavy center of mass guiding her blade. Normally it was a detrimate, her baby bump encumbering her every step around her home and whatever journey she took away with Sisu or even Namaari in this current condition. Her back ached, her belly bumped against things, knocking them over at times, made it hard to get comfortable when in bed, and even made her very sick. But here, it kept her firmly around the middle of the room where she could keep this up for minutes at a time.

When she stopped, her blade held over her head mid swing, her body felt quite sweaty from all this training. Raya would pant softly and regain her bearings and stand up straight with her blade held at her side. A soft wiggle from below her chest made her look down and bring her hand up Shriner the moistened, taut skin of her belly for a brief rub. The dragon growing inside was like a child to her, one that she and Sisu vowed to raise together. Once she never even thought about having children. But her experiences had given her a new perspective, and the dragon nerd in her heart won out.

Raya placed down her father’s former weapon of choice, and sat down cross legged on the damp stone of the chamber door, before she then leaned backwards until her back was resting on the floor and she was looking up at the stars through the skylight above. Both of her hands moved to rest stop her belly as she hummed softly, her eyes beginning to close. After a long training session, Raya always meditated with her steam let off and her mind open and clear. Where she contemplated her place in the world, and the future which grew within her, preparing to come into the world. A smile spread over her face as she felt the little unborn dragon push and wiggle in the womb of its mother. Her hands slowly began to move about the surface as if she was interacting with her baby, the feeling of her self-induced massage sending the powerful warrior into a euphoric state, and soon, sleep.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

concept worlds for kingdom hearts 4

hocus pocus

owl house, this is where sora and riku kiss

high school musical

sofia the first

american dragon: jake long

robin hood: furry edition

cars. people who know the breeds of cars what car would sora be

diary of a wimpy kid

dinosaur. @patema-introverted​ what dinos would sora donald and goofy become

or the good dinosaur. sora is still human but donald and goofy transform and he thinks it’s very funny how big they are

home on the range would also be really really funny

phineas & ferb

they go to neverland again but this time they get turned into fairies and we do one of the tinkerbell movies/books

then they turn into toys again and they’re like “oh we’re in the toybox??” and then doc mcstuffins walks in

quadratum turns out to literally be the enchanted world

donald takes the gang to duckburg and webby kicks sora in the face cause she doesn’t know what a human is

lilo & stitch and kairi adopts one of the experiments

the haunted mansion come on where is it

mysterious benedict society. somehow

amphibia but during season one, anne starts crying because “finally another fucking human” while goofy and hop pop spiderman point at each other

the rescuers but it’s them having to save sora’s ass

the moon, della is there

they end up in storybrooke with new names and identities and xion “probably immune to amnesia at this point” has to travel down to fucking maine and slap some sense into them

percy fucking jackson

jungle book and sora is like “for some reason mowgli sounds a lil bit like me that’s kinda fucked up”

tangled the series, cassandra summons a keyblade

mira: royal detective

club penguin

kairi ends up in the princess protection program

this one is technically a legit suggestion but like. i NEED them to go into raya and be like “yea we’re looking for a princess of heart” “you mean raya??” “...no?” “she’s the only princess of hea– namaari? do you want her gf??” “what is happening”

song of the south and mickey is literally forcing everyone out of the live-action segments “LET’S GO ON SPLASH MOUNTAIN INSTEAD HUH”

teen beach movie

figment ride

wander over yonder

the black cauldron but the characters look and act more like their book counterparts which confuses legions of adults

disney decides to assert its dominance over 20th century fox by putting anastasia in here, confusing legions of more children

lion king 2

[izar-tarazed]

So this is something I didn't know had happened—back when Izar and Ensha were sent out together for the very first time, barely trusting each other, and ending up at Raya Lucaria after a series of unplanned complications.

They have reached the Church of the Cuckoo and made camp there—to rest and recover, painfully necessary for both of them. They have called a truce, unsure where to go from here. Izar is losing the grace.

And yet, when she strolls through the church, her curious gaze flickering over the scrolls and books scattered over the floor…

She notices feathers. Everywhere in the nave, the cold polished stone floor is covered in feathers.

Izar frowns, and looks up. Only now does she recognize the dark metal objects hanging from above as what they really are: bird cages.

There are still shapes within. And as she holds her breath, she can hear it. The faintest flutter of tired wings. The softest chirp.

‟They’re still alive!” she exclaims, well aware that Ensha is keeping an eye on her even though the church should be safe by now. ‟Or at least… not fully dead? Anyway. We need to open those cages.”

He stares. How can she care possibly care about the forgotten cuckoos of the Academy? Why would it matter—

She’s already halfway up the ladder.

Ensha can’t call after her, so he just snaps his fingers, gesturing; motioning for her to look more closely at the cages and the chains holding them. Even from the upper floor, there is no way to reach them.

Izar’s fingers tighten around the rung as her gaze follows Ensha’s motioning and she understands. ‟But we can’t just leave them. They shouldn’t be kept in cages.” A pause, and she adds, ‟Nobody should.”

There is something about her saying we that catches Ensha off guard. As if there was a we. As if there could be one.

He points again—to a cage she has overlooked in her eagerness. This one isn’t hanging from the ceiling; it’s placed on the floor, between the pillars.

Within reach.

The bird inside tilts its head as Izar approaches, slowly, holding her breath. It has feathers… but no eyes. She still gets the feeling that it watches her every movement.

Careful not to startle it, she moves closer. Reaches out. Opens the cage.

As it flutters away, Izar smiles—despite everything, and not just to herself. ‟We set it free.”

Ensha, in silence, gazes after the bird.

[miabellaholtz]

Some young male dignitaries at a royal gathering: *telling some tall tale of their “bravery” that is clearly made up*

Raya: *sitting a distance aways, slouched back, wordlessly holds palm out to Namaari*

Namaari: *gives her a piece of chocolate wordlessly*

One of the young men: *stating that he took on a pride of 50 serlots and came out with only one set of claw marks as a scar*

Raya: *rolling her eyes, holds palm out again*

Namaari: *gives her another piece of chocolate wordlessly*

Sisu: *Watching confused, leans into Namaari and Raya and whispers* Raya got your sweet tooth now?

Namaari: *shakes head* I’m rewarding her impulse control

Raya: *looks to Sisu and whispers back* Everytime I resist the urge to flip a table and call them out, I get chocolate

Namaari: *under her breath* We don’t want a repeat of the Tail wedding

Raya: *hears anyway* That Spine blow hard deserved it

One of the men: *points towards Raya and Namaari* You princesses could learn a thing or two from us

Raya: *eye twitches*

Namaari: *hastiedly tries to hand a chocolate that Raya ignores*

The other men: *drunkenly* Don’t worry, we’ll always be here to protect you

Namaari: *hands Raya three pieces as Raya remains seated*

The first man again: Maybe we could spar with the gem guardian... teach her a thing or two

The second man: We’ll get her to stop fighting like a girl

Sisu: *Eyebrows raise*

Raya: *looks to Namaari and glares*

Namaari: *holds her hands up* Okay, okay. They seeled their own fate. *pops chocolate in her own mouth and leans back* 

Raya: *flies up and grabs her sword, ready to show them what being the guardian of the dragon gem means*

Sisu: *watching the ensuing duel as Raya wipes the floor with the men even though its two against one* That’s gonna leave marks for weeks

Namaaari: *cheering, passing Sisu Chocolate* Get ‘em, dep la!

Benja: *proudly from a distance* That’s my daughter!