#please dreamworks... come through

[ryssbelle]

Poppy for N2 au, it took me so long to make her design cuz I didn't really know what I wanted to do only because I feel like her design is pretty perfect.

But then I just thought about fun outfits to give her or outfits that I would find comfortable if I was wearing them and it all came together.

Poppy here is pretty much the same as here movie counterpart, as nothing really changes on her end of things other than having more insight on Branch through his brothers, and through Lief. Shes also a bit more understanding a bit earlier on because of it but it doesnt do much to change her own character arc I would say.

Bonus

Part of Poppys design was based off a design I had made for previous rulers of Troll Village/Tree

Namely Queen Protea who I designed as Poppys grandmother

Named after the Protea flower which part of her design is based off :D

In the context of this Au Protea was the one who conceptualized the tunnels while her son, King Peppy, was the one to follow through after her death

[writing-mlm]

Hii I just found your blog actually and I love your stories,and uh,per say if I were to request a spencer reid x m reader where reader is a famous author and composer and whenever the team meets him it's pure chaos,just fluff in general actually. you don't have to do this if you don't want to of course! - Moony (shh it's a nickname that stuck)

Don't Spoil the Ending

Summary: Meeting your boyfriend's friends is a natural step but what isn't is them harassing you because you keep killing their favorite characters Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male reader W.C: 3k a/n: PLEASE I KNOW THIS TOOK ACTUAL YEARS IM SORRY oh and the walking dead spoilers ig

Whenever Spencer had one of his spells, whether that be his migraines or moments where the world just feels too much. Too heavy, too big, too scary, he went to your house. Your house, his escape from everything. A quaint home he could see himself moving into. 

A lovely one-bedroom, two-story home tucked into a hidden part of the city. There’s a small garden in the back, hardly filled with vegetables and mainly flowers. The front lawn, when he had first seen it, was mowed down to the dirt and replaced with various native plants. It didn’t take long for it to get to its current state, a lovely amalgamation of plants and wildlife that thrived in the almost cottage-looking home. 

He eyed the official state-provided Certified Wildlife Habitat sign that hung just in front of the property and let his messenger bag slump from his shoulder. There was no need to keep up appearances, not when you open the door and wait for him with a cup in hand. His mug. His mug you’d gotten him from the flea market on your first date and had remained in your house since the tenth date where he had to rush out for a case and never picked it back up. 

“Should I cancel with your team?” You ask, voice soft as he takes the mug and nearly inhales the tea. He looks at you, confused and you know then and there the headache is bad. “Your team is supposed to come over for dinner today.” Blinking, he sets the mug down on the shoe rack and kicks his shoes off. 

“No,” He sighs, his internal debate lasting nearly two whole minutes. “A nap and the rest of the tea should be fine.” It wouldn’t, you both know that but the dinner has been rescheduled twice already. Once due to the flu that was making its rounds through the entire team and another because you had an emergency to attend to. 

“Okay,” You hum, locking the door. He eyes each of the three locks and finds your hand. “Do you want to hear a specific symphony?” 

“Do you have anything new?” He asks, letting you guide him up the old wooden stairs to your bedroom. 

“I do,” You nod. “I learned some music from Howl’s Moving Castle.”

“For inspiration for the DreamWorks movie?” Nodding, he sits with his back pressed to your headboard and the blankets pulled up to his belt. 

“Remember to take off anything tight. So your belt, those socks, and such.” He smiles and nods, doing that as you leave the room and make your way down to the living room. Your piano is loud and sits at the perfect volume from your bedroom for his headaches. At night it’s amazing, the black-out curtains and the hidden glow-in-the-dark stickers around your room make him fall asleep in minutes. 

He listens as the steps creak and gets to work on getting himself comfortable. He should get up within the next two hours and help you prepare dinner for the team. But he doubts you’d actually wake him up on time for that and wait until everything is done so he could rest for as long as possible. 

Sipping the tea, he grabs his phone and sets a timer before placing it under the pillow. It’s silent but the vibrations will wake him up if you don’t. After doing that, he sets his things on the rocking chair and hears the starting notes of the music drifting up. He tries his best to focus on the music and not the notes themselves as he tucks himself into bed. 

—

He was right. 

He was absolutely right in that you wouldn’t wake him up. You even took away his phone when you went to check on him sometime later. He only woke up when he smelt the food coming from the oven and the loud ow you hissed when you bumped your forearm against the oven racks. 

He doesn’t bother to fix himself as he stuffs his feet into his house slippers and begins his descent down to the kitchen. 

“Aw, sorry, hun. I didn’t mean to wake you,” You call over your shoulder, hearing the banister creek under his hand. 

“You should’ve,” He chided while wiping the sleep from his eyes. His migraine is gone, which is honestly surprising. It must’ve been a terrible headache, then. Especially considering he doesn’t medicate for them anymore. “I was supposed to help you. You didn’t even let me buy groceries.” He frowns, staring at the array of food you’d made. 

“Please,” You dismiss, putting a damp cloth over your burnt forearm. “My brother came over while you slept and made half of it. New recipes for his restaurant.” Spencer looks at the fancy little labels on the trays; shawarma, broccoli cheddar potatoes, sun-dried tomato pasta, garlic bread, baked ziti, and lemon pepper chicken. 

“Did you already make the dessert? I can help with that,” He offers, scanning the counters. 

“You needed your rest, Spencer. Everything is already made and Derek said he’ll be here in ten. He’s picking up Penelope and Emily.” He stares at you and you stare back. “Fine. I haven’t finished cleaning the living room. Could you grab the extra chairs from the shed? Or grab the large tray from the cabinet and organize the brownie dip?”

“I got the brownie dip,” Heading out to the shed, you grab four foldable chairs and remind yourself to clean the dusty leather once you get back inside. You’d rearranged your entire living room and dining room for today. The couches, which used to be in a more closed position, were all shoved against the walls and the shelves you had were hidden away inside of your shed. Your coffee table, which Spencer vaguely remembered had different shapes, was out in its longest form and several coasters were scattered around. Not to mention plate mates stacked on the edge. 

He’s glad you left the wall decorations up, although he thinks you could’ve done without the framed picture of you and him at your cousin's wedding where he has cake smashed on his face and your fingers are covered in white frosting. You still deny doing that. 

“Like this?” He asks once you’re done cleaning the chairs. Peering over his shoulder, you rub along his hips and nod. 

“Looks perfect. Have you tried it yet?” He shakes his head and you grab a graham cracker and put some of the dip on it. He takes it and tries it, aware of your gaze on him. 

“It’s good.” He affirms and you nod, grabbing a strawberry and dipping it inside. 

“My nan used to make it when we were kids. It’s super good, but she added rainbow sprinkles.” The doorbell rings and Spencer goes upstairs to get himself properly dressed while you go to the door. 

“Hey, guys!” You greet them, their names popping into your head as you see them. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

“Your lawn is beautiful,” Penelope says as she hugs you, careful to not drop the dish she’s brought. You think it’s some type of finger food because it moves around. “How’d you get it like that?”

“Oh, thanks. It’s almost native plants. The bees and butterflies do most of the work.” Stepping aside, you greet Emily and Derek and check outside. There’s no one else so you close and lock the door. Just one lock so you don’t have to keep undoing it until everyone gets there. 

“This is lovely,” Emily says, her eyes taking in your home. She eyes the support beams and then the vintage wallpaper. “Aw, look at Spencer!” She laughs, staring at the picture from the wedding just as he’s coming down the stairs. His arm snakes around your waist and you hold his hand, eyeing their shoes. 

“Do you guys want some house slippers?” He asks for you and takes them to the closet where you keep them. You bought some new ones just for today. When they return the door rings again and this time Spencer gets the door while you set out the food. You’ve never really hosted before, so you awkwardly stand in the space between the dining room and living room until Spencer beckons you over. 

“This is Hotch and Jack, you’ve met JJ, her husband Will, and their sons. Henry and Michael. He introduces and you shake hands with the men and wave at the boys. 

“It’s good to see you again,” JJ says as she pulls you in for a hug. You’ve met her twice, once at the park accidentally and another while you both were hanging out with your sister and niece at the mall. 

“Likewise, please sit. The food is done so feel free to serve yourself.” 

She nods and she and Hotch set their food next to the rest of the food. She’d brought three bags of chips and Hotch had gotten ham and cheese sliders. Derek had made macaroni and cheese, Penelope brought over zucchini garlic bites, and Emily brought over two bottles of red wine. 

“This is a lovely house,” Will says as the two of you stand awkwardly, watching the others talk to each other. 

“Thank you. You have a lovely family,” He smiles over at them and nods. 

“Are you and Spencer ever gonna…” He trails and you suck in a breath. Your home isn’t exactly big enough for kids, maybe just you and Spencer. It’s not even ideal for hosting, but you made it work. 

“One day, maybe.” You answer, looking at him as he’s holding Henry. “We haven’t talked about that yet.” He nods and you get to leave when Rossi knocks on the door. 

“Am I the last one?” He asks upon hearing the noise. 

“They say the best is last, no?” He laughs and nods, presenting his famous pasta and you happily lead him to the food table. Some of the food is already gone and you see Spencer holding two plates. Making your way over to him, his eyes light up and he hands you one of the plates. 

“I noticed some of it was going quickly,” He explains as you take the plate. It’s piled in neat forms, none of the food touching each other. “So, I made you what I thought you’d like.” Thanking him, you drag him to a seat and everyone settles down with their plates. 

Turning the TV on, you put on a random show and tune the conversation going on around you. 

“This is really good,” JJ says, pointing her fork at the broccoli cheese potatoes. 

“Is it?” You ask and get an enthusiastic yes from Jack. “I’m allergic to broccoli so I’ve never actually tried it.” 

“Aw man, you’re missing out.” Derek sighs, rubbing his stomach after he’d eaten three of them and you laugh, twirling the plastic fork around the Rossi pasta. 

“(Y/n)’s brother owns a restaurant, he’s thinking of adding those to the menu.” Spencer explains and you nod, putting the fork down. 

“It’s called Bun-Apple Tea. He’s thinking of adding those, the tomato pasta, and the baked ziti to his menu. I’m usually his test subject but he appreciates the wider audience.” 

“Oh, he should add it.” Will says. He’s been busy feeding Michael bites of the garlic bread while also feeding himself the macaroni and cheese. “I took JJ there once, she loved it.” She nods and recounts the experience and your eyes widen. 

“I worked that day!” You admit. “I was playing some music, were you the couple that had ordered the mushroom soup and the couple next to you tried to steal it?” 

“Oh my god, yes!” She laughs. “You were playing the piano, right?” You nod and tell the story to the others.

“Spencer mentioned you’re a writer, too, right?” Hotch asks. 

“I am,” Sheepishly, you look at Spencer. He smiles at you, not even sorry that he talks to his friends about you and your jobs. “I mainly write young adult fiction but I’ve started writing science fiction.” You elaborate. 

“One of his books is getting a TV show.” Spencer easily boasts and everyone congratulates you. “He’s also going to be the lead composer for it.”

“That’s amazing.” Emily says. “What book is it?”

“It’s one of my series; The Walking Dead. It was also a comic book for a special edition my publisher did.” The conversations devolve until you get up for a second plate of food from the kitchen. Spencer follows you with a large grin and fixes himself some more juice. 

“They like you,” He says and you look over at him. “I knew they would, of course.” He adds. “But this… wow. We should have a watch party for when the show comes out.”

“Maybe.”

—

“Ahh! My friend made this!” Penelope shouts as she shakes your shoulder. The first episode of The Walking Dead was set to air in just a couple of seconds and as Spencer predicted; it turned into a watch party.

It’s been nearly a year since the first time you’ve met them and you’ve been busy composing and having the final say over most of the show. Spencer sometimes tags along, giving his opinion on how certain things would look from a scientific standpoint. But there’s a lot of far-fetched imagination when it comes to zombies and what people could do. 

You think he just likes learning from the design crew on how they do things. He does. But he also likes seeing your book come to life, remembering each detail, and having people fix them without you noticing. 

Everything had come to fruition after several months of working and pitching ideas, not to mention filming and creating sets. 

You’re all at JJ’s house, scattered amongst the floor with the boys upstairs asleep. You’d warned them it’s definitely not suitable for them just yet and they trusted that. 

“This opening is good.” Derek says and you thank him. You want to tell him it was you and Bear McCreary who helped compose and Dominik Hauser who helped perform it with you but you don’t think he cares all that much. 

Spencer lays his head on your shoulder and you wrap your arm around him, happily watching the show that you know is going to ruin them forever. You’re glad they haven’t read the books, because damn. You look at all these faces that don’t make it to the final chapter and wonder how mad they’re going to be when their favorite will inevitably die. 

And boy, did they hate you. 

By the end of season one they all but refused to tell you their favorite characters. Never mind the story has been written and you couldn’t change it. Penelope would send you voicemails crying whenever she watched an episode early, yelling at you for killing her favorite character or someone who definitely didn’t deserve it. You made it up to her by being able to let her meet the actors during Comic Con the same year. 

Spencer, on the other hand, knows everything. They’ll pester him at work for spoilers and he’d just shrug. 

“I don’t remember who died.” He tells Morgan one day. 

“You remember what you ate for breakfast when you were ten. You know who dies this season! Who is it?” Derek demands, following Spencer out of the bullpen and into the elevator. 

“I know,” Emily grins.

“How?” Derek asks, his gaze accusing Spencer of spilling the beans to her but not to him. 

“It was a book first, genius,” She reminds him and shrugs. “I got tired of waiting and just read the book for this reason.” Stepping into the elevator Derek groans. He’s not going to read the book. 

“How’d you like it?” Spencer asks and she groans, throwing her head back. 

“It was so good! The deaths hurt like a bitch.” She explains and he laughs. 

“His sister blocked him for a month for killing this one character.” He explains and she nods, that’s completely justified. 

The elevator doors open and they spot you waiting at the front of the building, holding a cup of coffee and talking to JJ. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” He kisses your forehead as your conversation comes to a natural stop. 

“Sup,” Handing him the coffee, you greet the others. “I got your email Derek, and I’m not telling you.” You all walk outside and Derek pushes your head. 

“I’ll just read the book.” He turns his nose up and you hum.

“This book took Spencer twenty minutes to read.”

“Damn. How long is the audiobook?”

“About thirty-six hours,” Spencer answers. “Thirty-five hours and fifty-two minutes long.”

“Oh, hell no. I’ll wait,” 

“I couldn’t.” JJ sighs. “I finished the book last night.” He huffs and leaves the group, heading to his car. The others laugh and also split up leaving just you and Spencer. 

“They’re not ready for Carl’s death.” He tells you, a hint of a smile on his face. 

“You certainly weren’t,” You snicker, grabbing him by his wrist. “Now let’s hurry, I still need your opinion on suits for the award show.”

—

“You’re hurting my ears,” You tell Emily as she plays your piano in all the wrong ways. “My poor baby is being abused by you, I hope you know that. You monster.”

“What about me?” Penelope grins, playing your violin. 

“You’re actually killing me. The two of you are going to become murderers at this rate.” She frowns and checks her fingers on the violin before playing one actual note. “That was good. But I can also see JJ about to pick up my trombone and that thing was my very first instrument so she should put it down.” Carefully, she sets it back in the case and Spencer comes down the stairs with Derek close behind. 

“Oh, are we playing?” Derek asks and b-lines for the cello you have. 

“They’re killing me,” You mumble to Spencer at the base of the stairs. Neither of you are hiding your expressions, not even when JJ joins Emily on the bench and they play horrid— horrid sounds. 

“I’m about to spoil the Glenn death to get them to stop.” You whisper, staring at Penelope as she pressed too hard on the strings and winced. 

“Don’t,” He gasps. “They’ll never recover.”

“Good. Neither will my ears after this torture!”

[freyjalestrange]

Merry meet fellow draconic practitioners! - & anyone else interested in dragon magick- I have compiled some herbs that I associate with Dragons and Dragon Magick, these can help you connect with them and their energy in your workings - I also like using them as offerings.

Dragon’s Blood (Resin, Incense): Although not specifically an herb, dragon´s blood as a resin/incense symbolizes strength, protection, and power. It’s often burned as incense or added to spells for potency and used to call upon dragon spirits. For as long as I can rememeber, I love this incense & it helps me enter a very focused state for dragon meditation; also, I´ve read dragons like this scent too.

Mugwort: Used for visions, dreamwork, and psychic connections, mugwort helps in accessing the astral plane, where many believe dragons reside. It's especially helpful for working with Lunar or Astral Dragons. You can use it in tea, but please do not use orally if you´re pregnant*

Cinnamon: Associated with the elemet of fire and energy, cinnamon adds power to spells, invokes Fire Dragon energies, and aids in manifestation, passion, and protection. For me, this is a very strong herb that can either be the foundation for spells, or add a very strong potency to them, just like Dragons do! I love to put cinnamon sticks for my Dragon altar to channel their energy.

Ginger: This herbs goes hand in hand with cinnamon for me. They´re similar, but ginger's association with dragon energy stems from its energizing, protective, and invigorating qualities, making it a powerful symbol of strength and resilience in both physical and spiritual realms.

Rue: Because of this herb´s powerful protective properties and known for clearing negative energies, we can focus this energy in banishing and protection spells, while calling upon dragons as protectors. I´ve found that once you get to know your Dragon and develop a closer relationship, we can request their protection while practicing the craft.

Sage: Meditation is one of the main ways to connect with Dragons -this is how I meet two of my Dragons- so I recommend this herb to use in preparation of your sacred space for meditation: sage is known for purification and clears out negative energies. This way, we can cleanse and use it to invoke dragon energies when starting a ritual or meditation.

Dandelion: Known for resilience and adaptability, dandelion is used for calling upon dragons for wisdom and endurance, especially in transformative or challenging situations. I personally associate dandelions with the Elemental Dragon of Air, Sairys.

Saffron: Perhaps my top favorite herb for Dragon Magick, for me saffron just embodies draconic energy. Whenever I use this herb in my spells, it seems to work quicker and stronger (great for banishing and repelling negative energy). Also, saffron’s vibrant color, energizing properties, spiritual symbolism, and rarity -just like Dragons, not easy to "obtain"/come across but very rewarding once you do- link it with dragon energy. It represents warmth, transformation, and a kind of regal power, qualities that align it symbolically with the essence of a dragon’s life-giving, protective, and transformative energy.

------------------------------------------------------------Thank you for reading, I hope this list helps you in your journey, remember that you can make your own correspondences & associations, your Dragons will guide you through this as well.

[pinkaditty]

hey baby... i was uh wondering....

if you could do geto x reader x gojo for me 😍

i would love it as a birthday gift !!!

mwah xoxoxo

- big daddy

Three's A Crowd (Geto x Reader x Gojo) Pt 1

*rubs hands together and does the DreamWorks face and laughs like a witch* yessssssss.... yessssssssss!!!

everyone say hi 2 my roommate (the ask) 👐🏾 love her im her biggest fan

a/n: *kills self* I AM SO BACKED UP WITH THESE ASKS BRO THIS ONE WAS DUE LAST YEAR... IT'S FAWKING JULY 😭😭 im so sorry y'all so much has happened in my life im not even in my home country rn yall... yea... the good news is that I TOTALLY GRADUATED COLLEGE EARLY WHIPPEEEEE!!! joining the dreaded workforce come August, but for now... enjoy my works. I promise y'all, I see your asks, im working on them. jus a lot going on rn but I WILL DELIVER I PROMISE!

summary: you and gojo are friends with benefits... sorta. but why's geto, gojo's best friend, paying you extra close attention lately? (basically my REALLY self-indulgent studentbodypres!geto x dom!bimbo!reader x sportyclassclown!gojo fic)

cw: MINORS DNI, fem!reader (im sorry! i had to do fem for this one,,, a gift) dom!reader (my pref + my roommate's pref 🙏🏾 she gets me fr), gojo is a sporty himbo, submissive!gojo, smut, mentions of penetration, sexual acts, gojo whimpering, reader is a bimbo bc i said so (very little dialogue so they don't talk much but just trust me), fem undergarments mentioned, some choking, NOT PROOFREAD (there may be some mistakes), perhaps slightly ooc? andddd idk what else.

NO MINORS ARE ALLOWED TO INTERACT! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARIES!!

The two of you never really hung out in public, at least not on campus. It was an unspoken rule. He was the campus wrestling star, huge class clown, but overall popular nice guy. You were the rumored slut with an enormous body count. Gojo didn’t mind, of course, but you did, fearing how your reputation could bring down his with you. So you insisted on being separate on campus. He was fine with that, if a little reluctant. Besides, not only was he the most attractive guy on campus, he was also best friends with the student class president and other most attractive guy on campus! No way could he ruin his rep by hanging out with you; or at least that’s what you deduced.

The student class president was Geto, probably the other most popular guy among college campus. He was a little self-righteous and airy, but he had his down-to-earth moments, and made an effort to be sweet when it mattered. So, of course, when running for pres, all it took was the sweet charm and he won in a landslide. You didn’t know him, not like Gojo did, but recently you had become curious about him. You’d had your fair share of run ins with him, like in the hallways, or in the cafe, even passed by him in your dorm once. Gojo had been talking about him a lot recently, and that sparked your interest. You had to admit he was strangely attractive. Not conventionally, like Gojo, but rather mysteriously. Maybe you just had a thing for guys with long hair, or maybe you liked his slim eyes? Who knows. Regardless, most of campus agreed with you.

Geto seemed to be all you could think about as you headed to Gojo’s apartment, just across the street off campus. It didn’t make sense. You’d only had a few run ins with him, but then Gojo starts running his mouth, and now he’s all you can think about? You shake your head, and decide to just wait out front; Gojo would come down soon.

It was a lukewarm night in mid September. The cool wind cut through the warm temperature and humid air. It was comfortable enough for you to wear something nice; a cute hot pink crop top, low enough to show off a leopard print bra. It matched with your leopard print boots with hot pink laces. A simple jean skirt worked today, but of course, you had a sparkly, cute pink belt to match. Not your best outfit, but cute. Besides, it was all going to be tossed around anyway.

Your earrings and bracelets make little clinking sounds as you look around for Gojo, and your nails tap against the screen of your phone as you text him. Finally, he arrives, wide goofy smile spread out across his face as he held the door open for you. He’s wearing a light blue oversized jersey with navy cargo shorts. Sorta matches, but anything worse and you wouldn’t want to be seen with him. You step inside and he leads you to the elevator.

“So how are you, Pink?” He calls you by your endearing nickname, one he very proudly came up with. You’ve been friends with him for years, and were pretty close, at that… But it was only recently when this new development happened.

You shrug in response. “Like, I'm fine. As fine as ever.” You jokingly motion to yourself exaggeratedly, and Gojo laughs.

“I can see that!” He quips, his eyes taking you in over his sunglasses. “Never a day where you aren't dressed to impress!”

You laugh and wave him off. “Whateverrrr.”

You and Gojo had met in high school, and had been good friends ever since. You were both now juniors in college, studying in your own respective fields; him in Kinesology and you in Fashion and Design. Despite such differences, his sense of humor and some shared interests kept you around. You weren’t close with him like Geto was, though… The two of you were close in a different way.

Really, it started in freshman year of college. The two of you had attended a party, gotten a little tipsy, some hidden truths were shared and after one night, it kept happening, even sober. You were just friends, as that was what was comfortable… but, the benefits weren’t ever undesirable.

As you finally reach his apartment, he lets you in with his usual dramatic flair, and you laugh at the familiarity. Upon reaching his room, you both know what you’re here for, but it doesn’t feel awkward anymore. It stopped feeling awkward after the first five times. Now, it was as normal as ever.

As soon as you step in and Gojo closes the door behind him, you set down your purse and start taking off your boots. He follows suit, slipping off his shoes as well. As you both get undressed, he asks, “How were your classes today?”

You laugh and say, “Satoru, we don’t need to catch up, like, allllll the time, you know? You’ve already heard about my classes over text anyway!” You shake your phone in hand while undoing your belt and slipping down your skirt, reminding him of how often the two of you talk in a day.

He nods, smiling. “True, true. But I do like to hear it from you directly. I prefer your voice anyways!” He pulls his jersey over his head, revealing his bare torso before unbuttoning his shorts.

You roll your eyes, smirking. “You could literally just call me, you coward.” You slip your top off, trying to pull it over your hair without ruining your style or makeup. Thankfully, your bracelets and nails don’t get caught on the fabric.

He visibly pouts, moving to pull off his black boxers. “I don’t see why I can’t just talk to you on campus… In real life… As friends do!” He complains again, kicking his boxers to the side and approaching you, his ridiculous circular sunglasses still on.

You shake your head, slipping your bra off and quickly sliding out of your panties. “You know why.” You move to approach him in turn, smiling familiarly. You reach up and pluck his sunglasses off the bridge of his nose, placing them on his desk behind you. His blue eyes gaze at you softly, and an equally soft smile graces his features. You trace your fingers under his chin and walk towards his bed, sitting on the edge. “Come on, hotshot.” You call to him, smirking. “Don’t tell me you aren’t horny after a rough week.”

He shakes his head, sighing. “Can’t deny that.” He approaches you, pressing a knee into his comforter and curling an arm behind you, trapping you on the bed. You lean back, allowing him to hover over you on the bed. “Wrestling has been tough lately.”

You fling your legs around him and grab his arms, rolling over on the bed and pulling him with you until you were positioned over him. He simply smirks, rolling his eyes. “You know, if I were to ever use my wrestling techniques, I’d win.”

You roll your eyes. “Well, sure. You have the strength advantage here. But I know you won’t do that.”

He narrows his eyes, goofy smile spreading on his face. “And? What makes you so sure that I-” You cut him off, running one of your long nails down his throat. His adam’s apple bobs under your touch as he swallows harshly, his eyes widening and breath catching. His eyes flick between your face and your nails, as though waiting for you to do something more. When it became apparent that was all you were going to do, he whines, pouting. “Come on, you can’t just do that! Totally unfair, especially when you have the advantage.”

You smirk. “Sure, but it’s not my fault you react like this every time. At a certain point, I just find it funny.”

His pout turns into a slight frown, though you can tell he’s exaggerating to get what he wants. “You’re just making fun of me.”

You decide to lay into him, biting back just as well. “Well, duh!" You laugh in his face, and he only pouts further. “It's no fun if I can't make fun of you."

You laugh, shifting position a little. As you do, he grunts, and you feel something press into your thigh. You suppress a giggle.

“Hard already? Loser."

“Shut up. You're naked and on top of me." His eyes narrow as he says this, and you can tell he's trying to look serious, but then he bites his lip, betraying himself. He huffs impatiently and grips your hips, digging his fingers into your soft flesh. You simply smirk and stay over him, waiting for him to cave. “Come onnnn!" He whines at last, twitching impatiently. “It's been a whole week…”

At his exaggerated pout, you finally relent. You stroke his cheek with your hand and with the other, you trail your long nails down his neck to his collarbone to his chest. You lean in and gently kiss him, his mouth opening excitedly the second you swipe your tongue on his lips.

You pull away and whisper in his ear, “Good boy."

He whimpers again.

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You spring upwards, suddenly waking up after your deep sleep. You blink blearily a few times, making sense of your surroundings. You were not in your own bedroom, but you knew this room. This was Satoru’s room, and the soft snoring next to you was evidence of that. You turn to look at him, and there he lies next to you, oddly positioned with his mouth wide open, snoring muffled in his pillow. Shaking your head amusedly, you yawn and stretch, slipping out of bed. You were naked, but it's not like Satoru cared if you went around his apartment naked. Sunlight streaked through the windows, but it wasn't quite early morning. If anything, it looked to be noon, the sun high in the sky, bathing everything in even sunlight. You pad over to your purse, where your clothes from last night still are, and rummage around, pulling out the spares you packed. A cute bodycon dress. Maybe you'd wear this next time you came over. Satoru suddenly grunts, and you turn, seeing him twitch his arm before blinking awake and looking around for you. Upon spotting you, he plops back down on his bed, humming in satisfaction.

“Very glad you haven’t left yet. I wanted to at least give you something to eat before you go this time.” His voice is thick and heavy with sleep, and he rubs his eyes, rolling over and forcing the sleep from his limbs.

You smile at him, placing your spare clothes on his bed and heading for his shower. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too excited though, I’m hanging with friends today.” You close the bathroom door behind you, very aware that he could still hear you.

You hear some shuffling, assuming Satoru is getting out of bed. “What, and I’m not ‘friends’?”

You roll your eyes at your reflection and sigh, wrapping your hair up for your shower. “Not today you aren’t!”

A wounded sound comes from the other side of the door, and you hear dramatic stumbling and a final collapse on the bed. You bite back a laugh. “One day… One day I'll permanently be your friend.” He fake sobs for dramatic effect.You give an audible pity laugh. “Ha! Sure.”

You turn on the water and you are about to step in before you notice an unfamiliar hair comb sitting on Satoru’s bathroom counter. For a moment, you’re puzzled, until you recognize the few, barely visible black strands in the comb.

Geto.

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For the rest of the day, as you hang around friends, you do your best not to think about it. But unfortunately, even the brand new pink and highly-deco’d acrylics you got with friends on your spa day do nothing to soothe your thoughts. Geto visiting Satoru was not remotely the problem. The problem was seeing Geto’s comb and having to repress the flaring heat that seared through your body all at once. You imagined him in that same bathroom, just as naked as you were, smirking at you in the mirror, alluding to the night before. You imagined him picking up that comb, watching as he runs it through his uneven black strands, smoothing it out after you’d spent most of the night pulling at it. The thoughts nearly sent you over the edge. You plop down onto your dorm room bed that night, wrapping yourself in your blankets and squeezing your legs together, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts. You hadn’t even thought of him in that way before. Why did it have to happen when you were naked, in Satoru’s bathroom? How embarrassing is that? You kick your feet and audibly groan, pulling the blankets around you tighter. This wasn’t working. You decide to go for a walk, get some fresh air, grab a snack or something. You hurriedly toss the blankets off of you and scan through your closet, throwing on a see through hot pink sweater dress and your favorite knee-high boots. You only bother grabbing your wallet and keys before walking out of the dorm, too out of it to pay much attention to your surroundings.

You notice it’s cooler than usual the moment you step outside, the cool air easily penetrating your dress. You cross your arms, wrapping your hands around your sides. Barely anyone is out tonight, besides a few stragglers. Not surprising, though. Usually on Saturday nights, everyone’s at a party or something. You walk in the direction of the campus convenience store, hoping to grab something and head back to avoid being in the cool air for too long.

As you are walking, you notice someone heading the opposite direction on the same path ahead of you. You don’t pay them much mind until they pass underneath a street light and you notice their visage looks eerily similar to Geto’s. You squeeze your sides tighter and pray to whatever higher power is listening that that isn’t Geto, and that you’re just seeing things because it’s so late. You keep walking, acting as nonchalant as humanly possible, wishing you’d grabbed your phone as a means of distraction before you left the dorm. The person slowly draws closer, and it is all you can do to not freeze in fear, trying to look everywhere except at his face. You breathe heavily, looking to your side as he approaches, and hope this will pass without incident.

“Good evening.” His deep voice greets you, and you know it would be rude now if you didn’t look at him, at least. You turn as he says it, and are almost rooted to the ground. It was indeed Geto. He was smiling at you kindly, continuing his pace as he briskly walked past you, like it was nothing.

Internally, you sighed with relief. The danger had passed.

“You’re Satoru’s friend, aren’t you?”

You freeze in place, gripping your sides in surprise. How… How did he know that? You turn around, trying not to let the fear show on your face. He was standing some ways away, turned at an angle, as though his phrase were an afterthought. Something told you, however, that he’d been meaning to ask you this in the way he looked at you. While his smile was handsome and kind all the same, his eyes were similarly kind but expectant, like he had predicted several outcomes to this conversation already. You felt seen, and not just because your dress was see-through. It was, for the first time, uncomfortable to be scrutinized. But, some part of you didn’t mind it so bad… The expectancy in his gaze almost felt like hunger, and to be wanted by Geto, student class president on campus? Well, that wasn’t so bad.

“Uh… y-yeah. Yeah, I’m friends with him.” Your answer comes out uncertain at first, and you want to smack yourself for it, but soon it comes out even as you’d planned as you gain confidence. Geto probably wasn’t here to hurt you anyway, regardless of how intimidating he seemed now. You hesitantly smile back. It was a little awkward, but you hoped the softness of it made up for it. His eyes narrow and he seems to scrutinize you further, his smile widening. Before anything else was said, he turns, and the building heat in your body dissipates as quickly as it appeared.

“Have a good night, Satoru’s friend.”

You couldn’t tell if the last part was meant to be a subtle dig, but you doubted it. The teasing lilt in his tone said otherwise.

“Yeah, you too!” You say hurriedly, watching him as he continues on his way. You wonder if he will look back, but you decide not to stick around long enough to find out. You continue on your way to the campus convenience store, still determined to get a drink regardless of your mood.

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The following week passes as slowly as ever, but simultaneously super quickly. On one hand, you had to drag yourself to classes this week, your body feeling oddly more run-down than usual. Of course, that only fueled circulating rumors, and no matter how much you tried to ignore them, it just got to you this week. On the other hand, your head swimming with thoughts of Satoru and Geto as you watched them from afar made your week seem to zoom by. Not to mention the few times you passed by Geto and he greeted you with a stellar smile and curious eyes. The building pressure of it all was enough to weigh you down some. You text Satoru that Friday after class to let him know you’re coming by early, to which he excitedly agrees to shoo away anyone he may have over right now. Idly, you wonder if Geto is over, but you shake those thoughts away. No more thinking today. You just wanted to fuck Satoru silly and forget all about this week.

It’s a bright afternoon, the sun setting earlier as the days pass on. The rumbling dark clouds in the distance signal a rainy evening, which brings you some joy. Even more of an excuse to stay with Satoru. The wind picks up, as though blowing you towards your destination. You wished you had a longer jacket to protect your body from the winds, but unfortunately the cropped brown leather one would have to do. At least you wore your brown knee-high boots with it, keeping at least a part of your legs warm.

When you finally arrive at the apartment building, Satoru is there, waiting for you. He’s dressed as casually as ever, black tee and grey sweatpants, but you couldn’t be bothered to care much past that. He waves in greeting, and as you approach, you collapse forward into his arms, to which he holds you up.

“Woah,” he exclaims, one arm around your shoulders and the other steadying you by your waist. “Rough week?”

You lean into him and sigh miserably, pressing your cheek against his chest. His chest rumbles with light laughter, which brings a smile to your face. “You already know this.”

He simply chuckles and squeezes you close for a moment, before releasing you and heading inside. “Sure I do, but it’s always good to check.” He holds open the door for you, trademark goofy smile spread across his face again. “Your Majesty.”

“Ha!” You laugh at him and walk past him. “‘Your Majesty’ is a new one. Mmmm, can’t say I totally dislike it.”

“I was certain you’d like it. It suits your attitude sometimes.”

You scoff, biting your lip to unsuccessfully hide a smile and stifle a laugh. Some of your lip gloss rubs off on your teeth. “Fuck you, Satoru.”

“I’d ask when and where, but here we are.” He opens the door to his apartment and steps aside to let you in. You don’t even bother going to his bedroom. The tension had been mounting in your body since you saw him.

“Here and now, then.” You announce, dropping your bag beside the couch. You walk back over to him and grab the collar of his shirt, leading him to the couch. He obediently follows, albeit confused. You push him down on the couch, and he falls with an ‘oomph’. You give him no time to adjust before straddling his thighs and hugging him, pressing your body flush against his. You hold him like that for a while, before he clears his throat.

“Someone’s eager.” He commented, noting how quickly you’d pushed him onto the couch. “Don’t you usually like to do this in my bedroom?” There was concern laced in his voice, which you appreciated, but you glossed over it rather quickly.

“Oh, who cares!” You whine and push yourself away from him, your hands firmly gripping his shoulders. The words start before you can stop them, and you find yourself admitting more than you’d like to. “Rough day, rough week, and the walk here was cold. I don’t want to do anything except fuck you silly and stay wrapped up in your warmth for the entire weekend. Come on and pull your pretty little dick out so I can forget this week and remember how it feels to have my cervix bruised.”

He stares at you in awe for a moment, blinking rapidly. His lips part to say something, but nothing comes out. He switches between opening and closing his mouth before sighing and laughing at you. He moves his hands to squeeze your hips before reaching for his belt buckle. “Yes, Your Majesty.” He teases you, but you can’t be bothered to care.

You immediately pull off your jacket, stripping down and maneuvering around your clothes. Having gone braless today, all you do is pull up your leopard print crop top for easy access. If Satoru wasn't painfully hard already from your earlier tirade, he's painfully hard now. He pulls his pants down just enough for his dick to spring free, already twitching in anticipation. You reach down and simply lift your jean skirt and pull your panties to the side, not wanting to waste any time. He squeezes your hip with one hand, cautious. “Whoa, so early?" You get it, he just wants to make sure you're alright. But today, that's not doing you any favors.

You reach out and hold his throat with your right hand, applying light pressure on it. His eyes widen and his breath catches, his eyes rolling back upon feeling the pressure. “And who are you to question Her Majesty's judgment?"

He murmurs incoherently for a moment, whispering moans, before he straightens up some and looks back at you, hazy look in his eyes already. “Mmmm… Nothing but a mere knave, I suppose…” He trails off, biting his lip, looking up at you, his dick twitching fervently for attention and his eyes just as insistent. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. Who knew it only took so little to get him all riled up? Not like you could say anything, though.

You play into it a bit more, teasing him. Besides, you started it. Why not continue this roleplay? “That’s right. And as a mere knave, you ought to know your place, right, boy?” You release his throat and grab him by the chin instead, tilting his head upwards to directly face you, a small whimper escaping him.

“Yes…” He murmured, shivering at the intensity of the moment. His eyes focus on you, but are glazed over. You can tell he’s already partially gone from enjoying this roleplay so much.

“Then, let me show you where you belong, bottom rung servant.” With that, you position yourself above his twitching dick, more than ready to push itself inside you.

He grips your hips, helping you steady yourself directly above him, and he glimpses up at you, eyes still hazed over. “Yes, Your Majesty…” He can’t help but roll his hips in anticipation, your soft heat only milimeters away from his aching dick. He whimpers, biting his lip impatiently and rolling his hips upwards again. When you don’t yield immediately, he whimpers a small “Please” and continues doing it, his voice whiny enough to almost shake your resolve.

Satisfied with his pitiful moans, you took it upon yourself to take up your end of the bargain. You shift closer to Satoru, perfecting your position over him. You reach out to hold his dick in place, and gently lower yourself onto it, feeling the familiar stretch. You never got sick of this feeling. Before you know it, a moan has escaped both you and Satoru, and both of you begin to move in unison: you riding his groin, and Satoru rolling his hips upwards. This particular session was impromptu and messy, so neither of you really cared. You threw your arms around him, giving him no time to adjust before you kissed him deeply. Of course, such an action was welcomed by Satoru, who only whimpered thankfully and continued rolling his hips into yours.

The two of you become so lost in your own world: nails gently scraping against partially clothed skin, lips pressed together as saliva glossed your lips and chins, hips rolling into each other with fervent need, moans loud and muffling everything else that you both fail to notice Satoru’s doorknob creaking open until it’s too late.

“Hey, Satoru. I left my-” Geto stops in his tracks, staring at the scene before him. Upon hearing his voice, the two of you snapped out of it and turned towards the door. Satoru is still twitching inside of your heat. The kiss was rudely interrupted and shared saliva coated your tongues. Your tits were out, his shirt was up, and your bodies joined together were only somewhat censored behind the arm of the couch. How do you explain to your FWB’s best friend that sometimes you screwed him? For a moment, that time he greeted you for the first time flashes in your mind. Chilly air, chilly wind, and a chilling, knowing smile. Perhaps he knew then. But, if he knew, why was he so surprised now?

Geto continues to stare blankly for a while, before footsteps down the hall snap him out of it. He hurriedly enters the apartment, securing it behind him. He stands stiffly at the door for a moment, as though nervous to turn around. After an audible gulp, he does, slowly turning to survey the situation. You didn’t want to get off Satoru’s dick with Geto present, and Satoru seems equally pleased with that idea, so you stay put, staring at him, quite mortified. Gojo stammers, and you see his eyes flicker from Geto to you, widened with panic. He can't settle on an excuse, but neither can you, staring at Geto wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. Yet and still, even now, despite your mortification, at his shocked yet curious gaze, heat flushed through you once more. You nervously tighten yourself, biting your lip as you curl your nails into Gojo's shoulders and squeeze your insides around his still hard cock. His stammering comes to a sudden halt and he moans pathetically, a tomato red blush spreading across his cheeks before he looks away from the both of you, even more embarrassed than before.

You realize it is up to you to speak.

“U-um…” you pipe up nervously, forcing the words out, and forcing yourself to maintain eye contact. Your voice is shaky and uncertain, the words you've heard it in years. You rack your brain trying to think of what to say, when Geto himself speaks, and the phrase he says makes you tighten again, reliving that chilly night.

"Hello again, Satoru's friend.”

a/n: "everybody say yippee yo or yippee yea!" *mind explodes* holy shit the AMOUNT of EFFORT i put in2 this... brace urself bbys bc im making this multiple parts as a way 2 make up 4 my lateness 💔 anyways i hope you all enjoyed! please leave a like, comment, reblog, or an ask for more content! I love when you all let me know what you think of my writing!! please do let me know if you liked it!! tbh... im not super confident in this one lol

@maruayase hope ya love it babes 💕

[koppaiterocker]

Guys hear me out please . The reason their hair is like this (especially after Clay's was straight when younger) is because of Viva! Her tendency to braid people's hair isn't touched on in the movie besides "it means I like you" so here I am with a whiteboard and a fresh expo marker

As someone who has its fair share of anxiety and regular Bad Thoughts, I reach up to my hair all the time to fidget. It's great, I'm native so it's thick and tough, and without even thinking I can twirl or tie it around for HOURS. If I have media playing I can zone out in, I can play with other people's hair for hours as well and I won't feel any ache in my wrists or anything

Vivas hair is more erratic than Clay's, so I figure that after the great Bergen attack, she would ground herself by reaching up and digging her fingers through her hair, stressing it out and fraying it so it no longer stuck up straight like pop troll hair seems inclined to do, and one day after zoning in from perhaps an anxiety attack or calming herself from a bad nightmare, she'd find the handful of hair she had grabbed was braided. Happens to me more often than I could even count, when it's bad my bangs will just end up braided or tied into a weird knot without me consciously doing it. And since braiding hair takes slightly more effort than just pulling or twisting it, she'd start intentionally braiding her hair in sections as a stress reliever and calming method

Of course over time it would become second nature, we can see how fast she braids Poppy and Branchs hair in the movie (Poppy braids hers as well, but Poppy only did a few small sections vs Viva doing their entire head and VERY neatly) so asking people she trusts to braid their hair as both a way to spend time with them and an even better way to help quell her anxiety (I like body doubling so I might just be projecting) and since Clay is absolutely her best friend, whether you think DreamWorks tried to imply romance or not, he would be the most common "victim" of Vivas braiding and so over the course of two decades their hair has just become accustomed to bring braided and so it's wild like this.

This is very stupid thank you for coming to my lecture

[astra-ravana]

Hi Astra, Sparrow here! I have a few questions:

1. One of the entities on my spirit team is Thanatos, and he says I'm not ready for shadow work and would prefer if I waited until I was done with college to start it. But I want to dive deeper into infernal magic, and I'm worried that I won't be successful if I don't start shadow work soon. Either way, I'm honestly not sure how to do shadow work - all I have is a workbook.

2. Magical names. I know the concept of "true names" is prevalent in Egyptian mythology, and I know that it's an open practice. But as a white person, I don't want to cross any boundaries, and I also don't want to seem pretentious.

3. I want to find a way to strengthen my magic, and fast. I want to attract money, but nothing seems to be working in a quick manner. I want to travel to the astral plane, but I can't seem to lie still. I want to be powerful and confident, but the process scares me. Do you have any advice?

I know this seems like a lot, and I'm sorry. But I'm honestly a little lost. Should I dabble in necromancy? Should I start shadow work over the summer? I'd like some answers, please. You're a seasoned witch, and I trust you.

Well hopefully, I can provide you with some answers! Or at least some advice. 🖤

1. I would definitely listen to Thanatos here. Shadow work can be a grueling, devastating, and an all-consuming process. Once you start it, you never really stop the journey. He wants you to wait so that you can get through school and become secure in your material life before you focus on your spiritual development. He is very wise.

2. Your name is a word of power. There is a reason otherworldly beings hide their names/full name and also, why they so desire ours. You have full ownership and lordship of yourself and can name yourself as a form of protection, influence, and glamour. This is in essence what a magickal name is. Many cultures may adopt this practice, but it has been common amongst the mystical, occult, and esoteric since ancient times, at least. I do plan to make a post about magickal or witch names. But, in essence, YES, name yourself! It can be a very empowering ritual.

3. This is what I would call spiritual longing. You recognize you are a spiritual creature and the physical world is beginning to bog you down. The material world is heavy and hard to carry at times. But once again, Thanatos' wisdom wins. Every being grows when it is ready, and I believe you are, but you have to prepare yourself beforehand. Get to a place where you are able to commit all the time and effort the task requires. The spirit world is your home and it will always be there for you.

I do also have some relevant guide posts.

The Advantage Of Dreamwork

Shamanism: Beliefs And Practice

Hedge-Riding

On Astral Travel

A Guide To Shape-Shifting

Death Witchcraft: An Exploration

Necromancer's Tool Kit

I probably have more information available, so if you have any more questions please ask away. I do get busy with life but I will always come back to Tumblr. 🖤

[jade-green-butterfly]

A new Unicorn Troll and star is born!🌟Meet Francine Autumnsong, a fabulously stylish high class female in her early 20's, with a passion for singing~🎤🎶 She performs in a popular cafe in the village of Mist Valley and is also a private teacher in certain subjects as a side job. Her magic is telepathy, where she can speak and communicate with others through thoughts. And that was were @x-elyssa-x's sweet character, Snowflake comes in, for whilst exploring town by herself one day, she came across Francine performing and a bond gradually sparked between them, thanks to communicating through Francine's magic~✨ Despite Snowflake's older brother, Zircon's protective instincts, Francine is a passionate and caring soul, and loves to spend time with Snowy whenever she can - helping her to come out of her shell more while experiencing more of the world around them. And becoming closer...~💕

I am really pleased of how Francine turned out, I had so much fun creating her~😍Ely told me she looks like a beautiful hot latina, and that's exactly the look I was going for!💖So glad I nailed it, hehe~😇 Hope you all like too, dears!🫶🏻🥰xoxo.

*~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*

Francine Autumnsong (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me~!)

Unicorn Trolls (c) @x-elyssa-x🫂 DreamWorks Trolls (c) DreamWorks Animation

[dumbasslesbi2]

Detective (Agatha x Rio) Detective x FBI Agent AU

Summary:

Agnes was finally put back on a case but what she wasn't ready was for who else would be put on it. Based this off of the first episode but basically took out any and all of the witch stuff. Basically Detective Agnes x Agent Rio

Notes:

Tumblr finally let me post this fic! Please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss so stuff.

Agnes woke up for work the same as she did everyday, with not enough sleep and a raging headache. She always wore the same outfit claiming that it “made it easier”. In reality, she knew it was from her laziness and didn’t have the effort to pick out different outfits daily. Which in fact led her to wearing her usual flannel and jeans as she always did. She went downstairs to get her much needed coffee, while waiting for her machine to finish she was stuck with her pile of files of her ongoing case. She was stuck with a Jane Doe and couldn’t figure out by any means who she could be. Agnes had been wandering all over the town for any clues for weeks now with everything leading to dead ends. She knew it was gonna end up with the chief sending in a third party and if there’s one thing Agnes doesn’t work with, it’s people. She hated having anyone else have control of her cases or have control of anything in her life. The beeping of her coffee machine broke her out of thought and she went to go fill up her thermostat. Finally she was all ready to go back to the station, able to go back to what she was good at and loved doing, solving cases.

“Morning Detective” said the police officers outside the station greeting Agnes back to where she belonged. “Morning boys, don’t get into too much trouble out there” she said back joking at the officers as she used to. Walking through the sliding doors she let out a breathe she didn’t know she was holding. It had been a while since she had been put on a case as big as this one and she didn’t want to fuck it up, not like before. “Agnes! We gotta talk” greeted the chief, walking towards her with an already stained shirt. “Chief we talked about this, if you’re gonna make breakfast smoothies you need to put a lid on, you already have two stains on your shirt” she said walking towards her office. “Oh, thanks Agnes but I ugh…” said the chief trying to get the stains out with a handkerchief he had. “I can already tell, you’re gonna tell me something I don’t like,” Agnes said, stretching in her office chair. “Soil samples from under the fingernails and toenails of the Jane Doe came back. They don’t match the soil she was lying in” he stated, still trying to take the stains out. “That’s no surprise. We assumed she’d been moved.” she retorted, still trying to get rid of a kink in her back. “There were traces of a particular microbial sediment only found in Eastern Europe-" "Now get to the part I’m not gonna like” she interrupted him getting annoyed with all the bullshitting. “Here I am,” a woman behind the chief said. Agnes sat semi shocked but she knew it was coming. This wasn’t just any other third party brought in on her case, it was Rio. Memories hit her back like a freight train, every I love you, every I hate you, and the worst of all, Nicholas.“Okay…” was all Agnes could say, she hadn’t seen her in years and as much as Agnes hated to admit it, she was just as beautiful as the day she left her, if not even more. However, she wasn’t going to let Rio see that.”Fancy dirt always attracts the attention of the Feds” she said, fixing her shirt to make sure Rio didn’t see how pathetic she had become. “Agent Vidal is an asset here, Agnes. More brain power and more resources mean you get to the finish line faster, strength in numbers.Teamwork makes the dreamwork-” the chief said knowing how much this was going to backfire but was once again interrupted by Agnes. “Eat my ass, Chief” she said, hoping he would leave the situation and not add more fuel to her ongoing fire. Rio couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, after all these years Agnes was still the same,still stubborn, still hot headed, still attractive . “I’ll leave it to you then” said the chief, leaving awkwardly.

Rio couldn’t help but scoff a little bit as she went to sit on the couch in Agnes’s office. “It’s been a long time” Rio couldn’t help but say with a bit of endearment. “What are you doing here?” said Anges with a harsh tone, not ready to face her ex-wife. “My job.” said Rio with her usual snarky attitude. “You wanna take control of my investigation.” stated Agnes with pointed eyes. “No” Rio said with a breath still thinking about how they used to be. “If you wanna be in control, you can be.” stated Rio, knowing how much Agnes hated anyone else being in charge of her cases. Agnes couldn’t help but lick her lips, still trying to keep on the topic of the case and not on Rio. “She…” Agnes paused for a bit, getting distracted by Rio. “The body was moved across state lines. Is that your play?” she stated, trying her hardest not to break in front of her ex lover. Rio looked around the room for a bit and couldn’t help but think of how they used to be. “Is this really how you see yourself?” Rio stated, keeping eye contact with Agnes even after getting no reply. Agnes knew the game she was playing, Rio always loved to play games with Agnes but she knew better than to give in right now. “Sure. Let’s talk about the case. What are your theories? How’d she end up in the ravine?” questioned Rio, seeing that Agnes wasn’t going to give in so easily. “No drag marks. Thinking the perp carried her” “Uh… Seems logical. But you don’t really believe that because… Oops.” Rio paused showing pictures from the scene.”No tracks for the perp. Not a leaf disturbed before Forensics showed up. It’s almost like she just magically appeared.” Rio stated, taking a seat on Agnes’s desk. Agnes couldn’t help but scoff a bit “Let’s stick to reality here, yeah?” “Sure” said Rio calmly, nodding her head in agreement. “If there’s one thing we can agree on,it’s that these cases are always about the place. The specific small town,the history of it, the people in it, the secrets buried beneath it. That’s where the answers lie.” she said keeping eye contact with Rio. However, Rio couldn’t help but look away and nod. She took in a breathe, thinking how typical it was of Agnes to not think out of the box. “Well, who better to solve the mystery than one of Westview’s very own? Yeah, you’ve lived here your whole life. Isn’t that true… Agnes?” Rio questioned, keeping eye contact once again with Agnes, hoping that she would at least break this time. Agnes was over it, she was done with Rio’s game. She got up and stood in front of the door, “I don’t want you here” she stated, letting Rio know she was done. Rio knew she was almost there but didn’t want to push it. She got up and started walking towards the door. “Te veo” Rio told her before leaving, she always had to have the last word.

Agnes couldn’t help but still be in the office till late, trying to solve the case. She was getting close to something, she could feel it. However, it just wasn’t making sense, to Agnes it had to be logical and make sense in some way but everything was leading her into unreal or unnatural. There was clues of something dark and sinister behind it but that didn’t work for Agnes. The supernatural wasn’t real or true to her, it needed to be something based in reality. “Go home Agnes” said the chief seeing Agnes was still in. “Iam home” stated Agnes, trying to hone in on a clue just as the light went out. “Hey!” yelled Agnes. “Go home.” stated the chief, not taking no as an answer. So she did just that, tired and achy she put her jacked and badge on the living room table. Seeing Rio had brought back too many memories that she had put away. She couldn’t help but go into a room she had looked at in years. Nicholas’s room. The memories of having him and being so happy with him and Rio came flooding back. Before she could even start crying about it again she heard a knock at her door. Swiftly she closed the door to go see who could be at her front door at this hour. “What” she stated annoyingly as she opened the door. What she didn’t expect was to see Rio, clearly holding something behind her back. “Did you know that it is a universally acknowledged truth that a lady cop cannot be good at her job and have a healthy personal life at the same time?” Rio stated, showing the pizza box she had hidden behind her back. “Hungry?” she questioned.

Agnes doesn’t know why but she let Rio in. At first it was awkward but after a couple beers and some pizza it was like they had never left each other. Rio couldn’t help but stay longer than she wanted to and next thing they’re having more beers and sitting in Agnes’s living room. Agnes sighs and continues her story “So she’s a rookie, granted, but I say to her, “Has the suspect been seen in the last 24 hours?” And she says, “Only on TikTok.” And then I say, “Well, did you learn anything?” And she says, “That I was totally using the wrong foundation brush.”” Agnes says laughing at her own story. Rio laughs along with her but can’t help but be enamored by Agnes, all these years later and she still feels the same way around her. She should equally be upset at Agnes like she is at her for leaving her all those years ago but she never could. She could never hate Agnes, she could only love her. While Agnes is still chuckling she hands Rio another beer and takes a sip. “I have a lead in the case.” Agnes states after a bit of silence. “That’s not why I came over.” Rio stated, trying to see if she could get her to break. After a bit of silence Rio gave up and said “But go ahead.” ”There was a car wreck, about an hour before time of death.” stated Agnes, not ready to face the actual topic of Rio yet.“Where?” Rio questioned, remembering she had an actual job to do sometimes. “Eastview.” “Eastview? See, I thought you turned into a pumpkin that far afield” stated Rio, knowing how much Agnes hated traveling and loved staying in her small town. “Hey, I travel. I’m worldly.” stated Agnes, knowing that it was a full on lie. Rio couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing that Agnes was bullshitting and just had to call her out on it, “Where have you traveled?” Agnes knew she was fucked and couldn’t say anything, Rio had gotten her this time. While Rio enjoyed moments like this, she couldn’t help feel a bit bad for Agnes and changed topics, “Okay, so what about the car wreck?” “Bloodstain in the back seat.” “You think that’s how they moved her?” “Front two airbags deployed.” “Maybe two perps?” “Maybe” Agnes said with a sigh, she knew there was more to it but didn't know what. “But you don’t like it” said Rio, still able to read Agnes like the back of her hand. “My gut tells me they’re related, but I can’t shake this feeling I’m seeing it wrong” said Agnes, still unsure of what she’s suppose to be seeing. “Can I ask you something?” asked Rio, unable to control herself anymore. “Yeah.” said Agnes without really thinking, she was still too focused on the case. “Do you remember why you hate me?” asked Rio holding eye contact. “No” replied Agnes almost instantly. “Are you hiding evidence?” she asked. “No” replied Agnes again almost instantly. “Well, you’re only lying to yourself.” stated Rio, taking another sip of her beer. “What do you-” before Agnes could finish asking her question she heard a noise coming from upstairs. She got up after she heard another rumble and checked her bedrooms upstairs. That’s when she saw the precipitator, “HEY! FREEZE!” she yelled and ran to get them but they escaped from the window. If there’s one thing Agnes wasn’t, it was a pussy so she said fuck it and went through the window. Only problem is that she wasn’t as in shape as she used to be and when getting down from the roof to follow her perp, she ended up slipping from the roof gutter. She didn’t care though, she got up and continued on foot to follow them. Luckily Mrs. Hart was driving and had almost hit them which gave Agnes enough time to get them while they were down and arrest them.

Agnes took him to the station but not without calling in Rio. Agnes doesn’t know why she called her and Rio doesn’t know why she actually showed up but here they both were. At one point in time this was how the two of them were, good cop bad cop. Well in reality, two bad cops just one was psychological and the other was your typical mean cop. “Well, he won’t give his name and he’s not in the system.” Agnes told Rio looking at them through one way glass. “First offense. He take anything from your place?” Rio asked, still not sure why she showed up for this. “No, but not for lack of trying. I think it’s time for a good old fashioned chat with Edward Scissorhands in there.” Agnes said ready to go and do her “bad cop”. “Go get your perp.” said Rio looking to the side, trying to suppress the feelings of old times she was having. Agnes stood there for a minute also reminiscing on themselves before nodding and heading in to get her perp.

“So I’m curious.What compelled you to break into the home of a decorated detective?” Agnes asked as she leaned back on the door. “When you say “decorated”, do you mean suspended without pay?” The teen boy asked while Agnes gave him a pointed look. “Yeah, I know who you are.” He said not caring what Agnes would do to him. “Let’s talk about you, then, you little dirtbag. Is B&E your regular gig?” said Agnes, still trying to put her best bad cop. “Hmm? ‘Cause you’re crap at it.” she said as she walked around the table.”What were you looking for in my house?” Agnes said while putting her files down on the table. “The respect of your peers and a fulfilling home life.But you were fresh out of both.” said the teen boy but was almost immediately on the ground after saying so. Agnes didn’t care anymore about keeping it tamed, she kicked his chair under. Rio grunted, knowing that this would happen and knocked on the glass giving Agnes a finger wave, she knew she always found it cute when she did that. Rio had always been the one who grounded Agnes when she got fired up, she always knew just what to do or say. Agnes put her hands up as an apology and let the teen get back in his chair. “See…The things that you’re roasting me for are the things that make me dangerous.” Agnes told the teen, which was very much the truth. Ever since losing Nicholas and leaving Rio, Agnes didn’t have anyone to control her, which is what led to her small suspension. She was now an untamed fire that stopped caring about anyone and everything. If anything the teen was lucky that Rio was there or else the situation would have taken a whole other turn. “So you wanna keep poking the bear?” Agnes asked him, giving the teen an intense stare that he could not look back to. He was finally intimidated by the detective and Agnes could tell. Her bad cop was finally working.”Good. Now…What were you after?” she asked, wanting to get this over. “I don’t know” he said unsure why he was doing what he was doing. “New question. Where were you last night between the hours of 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.?” she asked not satisfied with his answers. “Asleep. In bed.” the teen told her honestly. “Asleep in bed.” she repeated while writing on a note pad. “Total LOSER? OR TOTALLY LYINGGGG, LET’S FIND OUT” she yelled while overexatrally writing everything on a note pad.”What do you know about this, huh?” she asked, showing him pictures of the body of the jane doe. “Nothing. Nothing!” He yelled looking at the pictures. “Tell me who she is!” Agnes demanded, now getting tired of his incorporation. “What are you talking about? These are just flowers!” He exclaimed, still not sure what she wanted from him. “What?” Anges asked, taken aback from his response.

“They’re just pictures of someone’s front yard or something” He explained, still not sure what answer she would want from him. Agnes looked down, she brought the wrong pictures. She had such a mess of files that she fucked up and brought the wrong pictures. “You got to be fucking kidding me” she exclaimed as she left the interrogation room. “You really got him right where you want him, don’tcha tiger” Rio told her just to tease her a little bit.” Don’t even start right now Vidal” sighed Agnes, still embarrassed from what happened. “Just let the kid go for now Agnes, I really don’t think he’s one of the perps sweetheart” Rio told Agnes, hoping the endearment would calm her down. Agnes sighed, still angered she knew Rio was right, Rio was always right. “Why don’t we let him go, I drive him home and then I’ll take you home, that sound good?” Rio asked in a soft tone that Agnes hadn’t heard in a while, god how she missed this. “Yeah, that sounds good, lemme let him out” Agnes said with her eyes closed, still taking in the whole situation. Agnes went back into the interrogation room “Alright, you’re free to go, Agent Vidal and I will be giving you a ride home, I know you didn’t want to give me your name but maybe you’ll want to give it to Agent Vidal” Agnes told him, holding the door open. ‘What?!? But I- I broke into your home! You chased me and everything?!” He asked in total shocked, ready to be stuck in a jail cell for the night. “Yeah well, I changed my mind, consider this a warning especially since you're a minor” Agnes said not looking at him. “Thank you, you’re not as bad as people say in this town” He said getting up and out of the room.

The car ride was awkward to say the least. After dropping off the teen the car was as silent as could be. Rio pulled up to Agnes house, unsure what to say. “Th-”said Agnes “I-” Rio interrupted, making them both shut up. “You go first, I’m sorry” said Rio. “Thanks for everything Rio. I uh, I missed this” Agnes said, not able to face Rio. Agent Vidal couldn’t help herself and touched Agnes hair, causing Agnes to moan. Agnes couldn’t help herself and turned back towards Rio and hugged her tight as she could. The both of them had been longing for each other’s touch since they saw each other. However, neither of them wanted to be the first one to break. Agnes pulled back and cradled Rio’s face, she noticed her lipstick had slightly smudged and fixed it with her thumb. She couldn’t stop herself anymore, she caved. Agnes moved in and kissed Rio, fuck their stupid game. She didn’t care anymore about not giving in, she broke. After a while they separated. “Stay the night, please” Agnes asked just above a whisper. “Of course” Rio responded, she couldn’t say no to Agnes, she never could.

[dalniente]

Is it worth watching Megamind rules? I know I’m not the target, but I’m curious yet also really really nervous. I know it’s for a younger audience but I’m still very on the fence and nervous. Also, love your writing

Omg, thank you, and thank you also for asking and yes yes yes 100% it's worth watching! It got crapped on by a bunch of people who decided based on the trailer alone that it was going to suck (how fun, a movie about a guy who everyone decided would be bad despite not knowing him got a spinoff show that...everyone decided would be bad despite not watching it, lol), so there's a lot of hate out there for it. I'm assuming you've caught wind of some of that, and that's why you're nervous? But for what it's worth, I was staring at the screen like :D basically the whole time.

Some more specific notes below the cut, but the tl;dr is please do give it a chance, if you can find the time. A G-rated direct-to-stream spinoff show wasn't what a lot of people were hoping for, and there were some folks who watched it and didn't care for it. But from a writing and storytelling standpoint, I think it is genuinely good! If you go in expecting a cute kids' show with some silly jokes and social misfits finding their way forward together, and keep an open mind, I don't think you'll be disappointed-- in fact I think you may be pleasantly surprised.

Just a gentle heads-up on some stuff because I'm not sure what you've heard about the show yet, and I'm also not sure what your existing expectations are!

The show was given a shoestring budget and not a lot of time to go from writers' room to final product, and yes, there are places where you can tell. But that was always going to be the case-- Dreamworks was absolutely not going to be spending big bucks on a franchise they've barely even acknowledged in more than a decade-- and it wasn't the fault of the people making the show. And even with the low budget, I think the animation is still genuinely solid, especially in later episodes! The people who worked on it really did a great job with what they were given.

And the writing!!! Holy shit!!! My skin is clear my crops are watered etc. The original writers handled this project and they absolutely delivered. Megamind & Roxanne's whole Thing progresses and grows and blooms in a really sweet and realistic way. Roxanne & Chum have a great dynamic. (Minion's name needed to be changed for legal reasons, but the writers worked that into the show and I gotta say, as a trans person, it was really lovely to see everyone else respond to "actually, because of [spoiler], my name is Chum now" with "oh! cool okay" and just keep rolling. I love that that was modeled for kids.) The character development is tangible; we get to watch Megamind really grow as a person and come into his own over the course of the series. And the new characters are really fun-- I genuinely enjoyed Keiko and everyone else.

Even if you never watch it (it's OK if you don't!) please just know: this was not a cash grab; Megamind Rules was made by people who truly cared about this world and these characters.

It's also worth noting that Megamind Versus the Doom Syndicate (the extended pilot) recaps a bunch of the same lessons as the original movie, so it can feel a little bit "...didn't we JUST do this??" but I'm pretty sure that was because Dreamworks didn't want to rely on kids to watch a 13 year old movie rated PG instead of G in order to get context. So like, I get it. And it's still cute! But it did mean I was nervous about what the rest of the series would be like until I was laughing my ass off halfway through Episode 2. If you're nervous, you can probably skip MMVtDS.

But yeah. I truly do think Megamind Rules is worth watching, and I've been so sad about the reception it received. Thank you so much for asking about it, and not just deciding it sucks and moving on. I appreciate you.

[neilgill]

Wish Defense I: The 'Complaints'

“Be to her virtues very kind, Be to her faults a little blind.” ― Matthew Prior

Disney's Wish was actually great and I'm here to defend it.

I'd like to start by negating most of, if not all, the 'complaints' this film's been getting. Please join me as I do this in 12 brief points:

Asha is a great protagonist. She is not just 'quirky' or one-dimensional: she's caring, strong, beautifully flawed, and doesn't solve every problem on her own; the movie makes a point of every one of these. I never saw her as a clone of someone like Mirabel or Anna. And she does have a character arc: she matures and learns to work hard for what she believes in. She learns that doing the right thing is difficult, but it's necessary. All this makes for a beautifully put-together character that gets through challenges and comes out stronger. Why aren't people talking about how great that is?

Magnifico is a great villain. He's an amalgam of familiar villains like Maleficent, Ursula, and Gaston, done in ways that seem fresh and unique. I've seen a lot of people say his motivation seems to change every few minutes or so, but I disagree. Him using his traumatic past is his excuse for his bad behaviour: that's what narcissists do. Just look at Mother Gothel and all her gaslighting. He was always a self-absorbed jerk who wants everyone under his heel, and whose darkness just got revealed more and more. And his 'villain shtick' is a cool and terrifying one: stripping people of their hopes and dreams to make them docile subjects who depend on him. He takes away their agency, essentially their souls and who they are as people. That is the bad thing he's been doing from Day 1, it's what makes him a villain: the film tells us that. How can people defend him? It's like people defending Gaston all over again. He's a great villain in that he goes against the values the story holds dear, challenges the protagonist in personal ways, is wonderful to hate, and is rightfully depicted as in the wrong for doing bad things. He's the selfish one, not Asha as the 'critics' are claiming. Why aren't people talking about that?

Star is a great secondary character. He is intentionally supposed to be a character that harkens back to those like Jiminy Cricket or Timothy Q. Mouse (I have a very personal connection with Dumbo, so this was important to me). People are REALLY misinterpreting that concept art of them: Star and Asha were never supposed to have a romance because Human Star would look like her grandfather. And 'Starboy' would just be a copy of Peter Pan or Genie, which people would definitely slam, thus I'm glad they changed him. See point 11 for more on Star and why his current form is the one they went with. People just care about having a Jack Frost clone (if they did go that route, they'd probably be slammed for copying Dreamworks, knowing 'critics'). The idea of a mute, magical sidekick, something that we haven't seen since Tinker Bell, is a pretty fun one that feels new and cool. And it's important to note that he never grants anyone's wish: he just helps out, letting Asha and others know that they themselves have to make it come true. Why aren't people talking about that?

I was really worried Valentino was going to be little more than a gag, but he wasn't. He helps out here and there, especially when aiding the Teens in freeing the wishes, proving his importance to the narrative. Plus I did find him pretty funny.

The Teens do stand on their own. I went into the movie knowing they were going to be new versions of the 7 Dwarfs, but each of them felt like their own unique person to me, especially Dahlia and Simon.

The animation is gorgeous: you have to watch it in HD or 4k, which people are doing for other films like Spider-Verse or Nimona, just not this one. It is far from 'lazy' or 'Disney Junior level': it harkens back to art styles Walt Disney himself loved. I can't believe they managed to replicate the feel of classic Disney backgrounds, like Snow White or Sleeping Beauty, so perfectly with modern technology. It looks like a painting, or a tapestry. Disney movies are still beautiful. Why aren't people talking about that?

The music is great: I've caught myself singing every song at least thrice. Each song brings something to the table. 'This is the Thanks I Get' fits Magnifico's character, and is something in the same vein as Gaston's song; you cannot tell me that one rent line is worse than 'nobody spits like Gaston'. I still get chills listening to 'This Wish' and its reprise. I don't know how people online are starting to think it's a bad song, but now others are just jumping on the bandwagon. You can see Asha's love and struggles within the song, and it even has the melody of 'Part of Your World'; how can you hate that? I've seen so many people personally connect with that song, myself included... Why aren't people talking about that?

'At All Costs' was never a love song between Asha and Star: Julia Michaels just wanted a love song (find that Variety article), and now it can be used for all kinds of love. I actually did tear up watching that sequence for the first time, seeing Asha hold her grandfather's wish dearly in her arms. I've seen people say it reminds them of what a parent would sing to their child, like 'You'll Be in My Heart', and I think that's just so wonderful and heartfelt. Why aren't people talking about that?

I don't have the actual post, but I'd like to bring attention back to what an artist on the film said: every 'Easter Egg' is meaningfully placed, a tribute to what has inspired generations. Not one of them felt shoehorned in to me. This movie is a tribute, a love letter, a celebration of what people have loved for 100 years. Why aren't people talking about that?

Magnifico's defeat is far from silly. It makes sense given the rules the world of the film runs on: the fact that 'we are made of stars' is a good Chekov's gun that carries a lot of meaningful importance. Each of us is special, each of us has magic, and each of us has hope. And this is where evil dies and good endures: Magnifico cannot comprehend that anyone but himself is worth anything, thus why he cannot quell this and it is the reason for this downfall. He, the villain, loses because he lacks the virtues the heroes possess. Why aren't people talking about that?

The story of this film is special: as confirmed by the staff, the film is an allegory for Walt Disney's life, and the story of Disney overall. Asha is Walt Disney, Star is Mickey Mouse: a magical force of creativity and inspiration that lights up a dark time. Because of the special nature of this, even though I'm a die-hard Disney fan, I'm fine with there not being any romance in this film (even though I'd like it back someday). This was intentionally made as a simple film à la Snow White, which was meant to be a happy, hope-giving film for people back in the 1930s. Just like this film is supposed to be now. One last time: why aren't people talking about that?

This is the first of a few posts I'll make defending this movie, so for other Wish fans out there, please stick around. I don't care if I get dragged for this: I'd rather stick up for my beliefs and defend myself my way than let online bullies like Schaffrillas, Aldone, or Astor Rhymemaster stop me from loving something I really enjoyed. I really hope this movie gets the Atlantis treatment and becomes a beloved cult classic down the line. Until next time.

[amy-the-god]

Yandere Death of Puss in Boots x Reader, please 👁️🫦👁️

Finally a request 🤧✨

Yandere!Death x famale!reader

Blood in the water

Fandom: Puss in Boots: The Last Wish/DreamWorks

Tw: Obsessive, yandere behavior, Age difference (this guy is immortal, and the reader is mortal, obviously there would be an age difference) (THE READER IS NOT A MINOR!) This guy talks about eating the reader in one part so... sexual innuendos? I don't really know, Anyway!, He killed our friends :( but they were bad then.. >;), Short! Single part (maybe)

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(× reader pov ×)

I drank in silence, the loud, drunken laughter and announcing of my friends echoing through the tavern, disturbing the bartender who was trying to do his job in peace

'Let's drink' they said, 'Let's have fun' they said, If I had known that their 'fun' meant them getting drunk until they were almost blacking out, I wouldn't have come

I watch the poor bartender go to the back, get more drinks maybe? Get drunk and not deal with us? I don't know, and I don't think I should care.

I let out a sigh seeing one of my friends fall out of her seat laughing, making the others laugh even harder, I roll my eyes and take another sip of my drink before putting the glass down, if they saw the clear annoyance on my face they ignored it, But then again, why would they care?

I would take it and retreat, going outside to get away from them, Standing under the canopy as I watched the rain falling, Should I leave their drunk asses and go home? No.. that would be too much nonsense.

I sigh again, leaning against the wall, I could enjoy this, the sound of the rain, the peace.. The..

"loneliness?"

I let out a soul-chilling scream, looking in surprise and horror at the large figure that appeared beside me, was I so lost that I didn't notice him? Was he already here?

"Ah.. hello, I-.. I didn't see you there.."

I mumble, straightening my posture and looking away, heat rising to my cheeks in embarrassment as the figure lets out a chuckle, his deep, low voice sending shivers down my spine.

"It's okay, it's not like I mind hearing a girl talking to herself."

I feel the color drain from my face before it turns completely red as I look at him in horror.

"I was speaking out loud?!"

"yep, every word"

He says with a smile and a laugh, Amused by my reaction, I could see his red eyes glowing beneath the hood, His snout was slightly twisted as his mouth was lifted in a smile, When he stands up and leans next to me, making me cringe when I realize his height, He was my size, just a little taller, I gently tilt my head seeing his gray, white and black fur, He wasn't ugly, far from it.

"admiring the view?"

He asks with an amused smile, making me blush and look away.

"sorry to stare-.. it's not.. you know it's not every day we see a wolf.."

He lets out a low snort that comes out as a laugh as he sighs and pushes himself away from the wall.

"okay..look"

And I shiver when suddenly his hand.. paw? slams against the wall next to my head, making a loud sound and making my skin crawl

"I'm gonna go in there and do my job, while you, honey, sit with that cute ass out here, And wait until I'm done, when I'm done we'll go out and have a nice night, sound good? Right"

He says with a smile ruffling my hair, leaving me dumbfounded as he walks into the tavern, What the hell was that?? That's what I thought for what seemed like half an hour as I stood there, shouldn't I run? Why was I standing there? Afraid? Or did I just want to spend time with him?

I blink a few times when I hear him leaving Again after some more time, When I look at him, seeing him dragging a huge bag, A strange liquid staining the floor behind, when he suddenly takes my hand in his and walks away, pulling me with him as I look at the bag curiously, I shouldn't have been following him, so why was I? He could be dangerous, and what about my friends? I didn't go home because of them, I should have waited.

"your friends are fine"

He murmurs making my gaze shift to his face again

"don't worry your cute little ass about it"

He says looking at me from the corner of his eye with a smile, making me blush slightly but look away in silence, Looking at the trees now instead of him, Again, why was I following him? Did I want to be near him? Why?

"because you know I won't hurt you"

As if reading my thoughts he responds, stopping at the river's edge and throwing the bag into it, watching as it is carried away by the current.

"You know you don't have to worry about me by your side"

His attention turns to me, leaving me surprised because this time I'm sure I didn't open my mouth, I didn't speak so how does he know?

"don't worry about it, dear"

He murmurs pulling me closer and wrapping an arm around my waist, slowly walking back the way we came before while smiling at me.

"I'm not like those wolves that are going to eat you and your grandma... well, maybe just you.. And not in the literal sense."

And I blush heavily, stunned by his tone. Swallowing hard as he looks ahead, but my gaze isn't on him or the trees, my gaze is on the water.

Why was there blood in the water?..

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Perfect for Passover and for Easter: The Prince of Egypt (1998)

Many have never watched this timeless cinematic MASTERPIECE. Dreamworks took liberties in making an adaptation from the Exodus, but it remained true to the bedrock of our faith. It pushed the boundaries of cinematography and gave the world an epic retelling of this true, supernatural story. The songs (Stephen Schwartz) and score (Hans Zimmer) are breathtakingly brilliant. The all star cast is superb. Below please find clips from scenes, song lyrics, commentary, cast interviews, links to the famous diva duet, and 2 of many recent reaction videos. Rest in Peace: Val Kilmer, Whitney Houston & Ofra Haza

Red Sea Crossing

"Let My People Go" Plagues (Ralph Fiennes & Val Kilmer)

Dreamworks: The Making of The Prince of Egypt An all star cast

"They're enemies but when brothers are enemies they don't stop being brothers." ~ Ralph Fiennes

"I've always liked the idea of playing queens, anyway"~ Helen Mirren

Deliver Us in Hebrew

Deliver Us in English

From Dream to Screen:

4 years, 425+ animators, artists, technicians. Cast: Val Kilmer, Ralph Fiennes, Sandra Bullock, Michelle Pfeiffer, Helen Mirren, Danny Glover, Steve Martin, Patrick Stewart, Jeff Goldblum, Martin Short || Music recorded in London: Ofra Haza/vocalist (18 different languages), Hans Zimmer/film score-composer, Stephen Schwartz/composer-lyrics (Oscar winner When You Believe), Brian Stokes Mitchell/vocalist.

Sandra Bullock "...no one did it for the money."

https://youtu.be/rW2AEcjSkO8?si=yvqexp5NeMNjQoAJ

Experience the joy of watching reactions through the eyes of 1st time viewers:

"How is it THIS good?!" from The Cocoa Couch

"Oh I love this movie!!" Billy's reaction video even shares the music😭

Directors' Commentary

Original "When You Believe" Michelle Pfeiffer & Sally Dworsky

https://youtu.be/sWEGZRPcu_Y?si=n_aGab6DUJtKm2_4

"When You Believe" Whitney Houston & Mariah Carey

https://youtu.be/eqyZPPnU_GU?si=DdWxIYlI4hZ2A0Iu

https://youtu.be/k5KKLpB2wvQ?si=13XYnr8QBN6Aoji1

https://youtu.be/MKECnR4JDZU?si=D58x3_qaOMPPrvTR

Diva Duet at The Oscars

https://youtu.be/0kpw7JInkEU?si=Ws5VJqUjo3NuSZu7

https://youtu.be/8D_4SN90F3g?si=z_1jR2fB08tImOwl

https://youtu.be/Lbd-uw_7UaY?si=TysaEFcvzZquVVqt

One Voice Children's Choir

https://youtu.be/9jAtB_UBWh0?si=fM44pZ4xU8mmeVaZ

Deliver Us

[OVERSEERS and SLAVES]

Mud!

Sand!

Water!

Straw!

Faster!

Mud - and lift!

Sand - and pull!

Water - and raise up!

Straw!

[GUARD]

Faster!

[SLAVES]

With the sting of the whip on my shoulder

With the salt of my sweat on my brow

Elohim, God on high

Can You hear Your people cry?

Help us now

This dark hour

Deliver us

Hear our call, deliver us

Lord of all, remember us

Here in this burning sand

Deliver us

There's a land You promised us

Deliver us to the Promised Land

[YOCHEVED]

Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach

Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad

My son, I have nothing I can give

But this chance that you may live

I pray we'll meet again

If He will deliver us

[SLAVES]

Deliver us

Hear our prayer

Deliver us

From despair

These years of slavery grow too cruel to stand

Deliver us

There's a land You promised us

Deliver us

Out of bondage, and

Deliver us to the Promised Land

[YOCHEVED]

Hush now, my baby

Be still, love, don't cry

Sleep as you're rocked by the stream

Sleep and remember my last lullaby

So I'll be with you when you dream

River, o river

Flow gently for me

Such precious cargo you bear

Do you know somewhere he can live free?

River, deliver him there

[YOUNG MIRIAM]

Brother, you're safe now

And safe may you stay

For I have a prayer just for you

Grow, baby brother

Come back someday

Come and deliver us, too

[SLAVES]

Deliver us

Send a shepherd to shepherd us

And deliver us to the Promised Land

Deliver us to the Promised Land

[YOCHEVED]

Deliver us

Let My People Go

[CHOIR]

(Thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord)

(Thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord)

(Thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord) Since you refuse to free my people (Since you refuse to free my people)

(Thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord) All through the land of Egypt

I send a pestilence and plague

Into your house, into your bed

Into your streams, into your streets

Into your drink, into your bread

Upon your cattle, on your sheep

Upon your oxen in your field

Into your dreams, into your sleep

Until you break, until you yield

I send the swarm, I send the horde

Thus saith the Lord

[MOSES]

Once I called you brother

Once I thought the chance to make you laugh

Was all I ever wanted

[CHOIR]

I send the thunder from the sky

I send the fire raining down

[MOSES]

And even now, I wish that God had chose another

Serving as your foe on His behalf

Is the last thing that I wanted

[CHOIR]

I send a hail of burning ice

On every field, on every town

[MOSES]

This was my home

All this pain and devastation, how it tortures me inside

All the innocent who suffer from your stubbornness and pride

[CHOIR]

I send the locusts on the wind

Such as the world has never seen

On every leaf, on every stalk

Until there's nothing left of green

I send my scourge, I send my sword

Thus saith the Lord

[MOSES]

You, who I called brother

Why must you call down another blow?

[CHOIR]

I send my scourge, I send my sword

[MOSES]

Let my people go!

[CHOIR]

Thus saith the Lord

[MOSES & CHOIR]

Thus saith the Lord

[RAMESES]

You, who I called brother

How could you have come to hate me so?

Is this what you wanted?

[CHOIR]

I send the swarm, I send the horde

[RAMESES]

Then let my heart be hardened

And never mind how high the cost may grow

This will still be so

I will never let your people go

[CHOIR]

Thus saith the Lord

[MOSES]

Thus saith the Lord

[RAMESES, RAMESES, MOSES & CHOIR & MOSES]

I will not let your (My) people go

When You Believe

[Verse 1]

Many nights we've prayed

With no proof anyone could hear

In our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood

Now we are not afraid

Although we know there's much to fear

We were moving mountains long before we knew we could

[Chorus]

There can be miracles when you believe

Though hope is frail it's hard to kill

Who knows what miracles you can achieve

When you believe, somehow you will

You will when you believe

[TZIPPORAH]

[Verse 2]

In this time of fear when prayer so often proved in vain

Hope seemed like the summer birds; too swiftly flown away

Yet now I'm standing here

[MIRIAM]

Now I'm standing here

[TZIPPORAH]

With heart so full I can't explain

[MIRIAM & TZIPPORAH]

Seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I'd say

[Chorus]

There can be miracles when you believe

(When you believe)

Though hope is frail it's hard to kill

(It's hard to kill)

Who knows what miracles you can achieve

(You can achieve)

When you believe, somehow you will

You will when you believe

[Bridge]

[HEBREW CHILDREN]

Ashira ladonai; ki ga-oh ga-ah

Ashira ladonai; ki ga-oh ga-ah

Mi chamocha ba-elim adonai

Mi kamocha ne-edar bakodesh

Nachita b'chasd'cha am zu ga-alta

Nachita b'chasd'cha am zu ga-alta

Ashira, ashira, ashira

Ashira ladonai; ki ga-oh ga-ah

Ashira ladonai; ki ga-oh ga-ah

Mi chamocha ba-elim adonai

Mi kamocha ne-edar bakodesh

Nachita b'chasd'cha am zu ga-alta

Nachita b'chasd'cha am zu ga-alta

Ashira, ashira, ashira!

[Chorus]

[ALL]

There can be miracles when you believe

Though hope is frail it's hard to kill

(It's hard to kill)

Who knows what miracles you can achieve

(You can achieve)

When you believe, somehow you will

Now you will

You will when you believe

(When you believe)

[MIRIAM & TZIPPORAH]

You will when you believe

[acewithapaintbrush]

Like Echoes Down a Rift (4134 words) by Acewithapaintbrush Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) Summary:

"I’m sorry, Branch. Let’s just-”

“No!” Branch interrupts and takes a step closer, hands fisted at his side. “Tell me! I wanna hear it.”

“What… what do you mean?”

Branch huffs through his nose and starts to pace up and down. “JD came back. Months too late and doesn’t really change that he left in the first place which I’m still mad about but at least he tried. Bruce was building his own family. Kinda messed up that he forgot his old one over that, but whatever, we are not talking about him right now. And Clay also thought we were all dead and had the Putt Putt Trolls to look after with Viva. Fair enough, I guess.” He stops his pacing and pins Floyd with piercing eyes full of pain and anger. “But what is your excuse?”

Floyd opens and closes his mouth but no sound comes out.

His excuse?

*************

Floyd promised to come back and then didn't. It might be time to finally talk about that.

I have a lot of thoughts about this fic, some of them under the cut

Before you start this story I would like to share my two cents, please bear with me. If you are a hardcore Floyd fan who thinks he can do no wrong, this story might not be for you. If you are a hardcore Floyd fan who enjoys delving into character flaws without ripping the characters apart, this story should be quite enjoyable to you.

Ever since Trolls 3 came out I found it fascinating how a big part of the fandom seems to favor (maybe the wrong word, sorry) Floyd over all the other brothers. In fics and art alike it's Floyd who gets forgiven easily by Branch while the others don't get off so easily (as they shouldn't!). It feels like Floyd gets some grace cause he is Branch's favorite and he tried to comfort him and at least said goodbye.

I say I find it fascinating cause after I watched Trolls 3 the first time, my first thought was “wow, Floyd really has some groveling to do with Branch” BECAUSE he said goodbye. And not just that, he said he'll be back soon. He promised! And then just didn't, which… Uff. Poor Branch! And I know there is the headcanon that he did come back and found the troll tree empty but there is nothing in the movie indicating that. No “omg I can't believe you are alive”, no “I thought you were dead!”. Nothing.

And so my headcanon is that he didn't come back. That he lost himself a little bit out there until it felt too late to come back.

And this story is Branch realizing that and Floyd having to actually explain himself. There will be no bashing of Floyd, I can promise that! I do love Floyd!

So. If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. I might get some hate for this but I don't care. This story has been brewing for months, years, and I finally had to get it out. Consider this my vent story.

[cowboylikeyouu]

intro post 🐥

hello there !! you can call me amy or cowboy :)

i'm a german law school drop out & have little to no responsibilities until i go back to uni in october, so i practically live here, on discord, & various other social media sites.

the only sideblog i have is for german stuff, everything else happens on here (update: the international tour for cats the musical came to my city and it brought the cats obsession back full force. if there's one thing to know about me it's that cats the musical turns me into the most annoying version of myself, i have never been less normal about anything. so, naturally, i have a cats sideblog now. but everything else REALLY happens on here xD) "everything else" includes, but isn't limited to:

💜fandoms💜

marvel (mostly mcu but i'm slowly working through some comics)

cats the musical

hunger games

x-men

harry potter (both golden trio & marauders, although i'll always be more of a golden trio girly)

star wars (mostly og trilogy & mandalorian)

good omens (fuck neil gaiman)

our flag means death

IT

sherlock

skulduggery pleasant

grey's anatomy

spatort

-> i also started watching supernatural for the first time, so i'll probably talk about that as well, but pleeeease don't spoiler <3

💜ships💜

winterhawk

drarry

stony

dinluke

reddie

ineffable husbands

caitvi

gentlebeard

wolfstar

cherik

poolverine

hörk

tuggoffelees

any wlw ship that involves natasha romanoff but especially maria/nat/pepper

-> i'm a multishipper though, so you can pretty much talk to me about any ship, i can enjoy almost anything!! these are just my favs <3

the only exception is winterhawk, they're my absolute otp and i can't stand one of them being with someone else so please no ships involving clint and/or bucky except for winterhawk! especially no stucky.

💜other shows/movies i really like💜

how i met your mother, interstellar, shameless, hamilton, newsies, little women, httyd, dreamworks movies in general, disney animation, 10 things i hate about you, fleabag, scorpion, the parent trap, dance academy, bojack horseman, she-ra, and a lot more !!

💜music💜

my music taste is a mess, meaning that i will listen to almost everything, but rarely commit to the full discography of specific artists. my top 4 are probably:

green day

taylor swift

hozier

the front bottoms

though, and then pretty much everything else that goes into these directions. but again, i can enjoy almost anything else as well.

💜random things i love💜

coffee (comes with being a hawkeye stan)

the color purple (comes with being a hawkeye stan)

pizza (comes with being a hawkeye stan)

concerts

yapping

summer

crocheting

funko pops

paulaner spezi

buying books & never reading them

cowboy like me by taylor swift

long hair bucky barnes

covering every inch of my room with posters & stickers

baggy pants

going to the cinema

long walks

all kinds of birds but especiall chickens & pigeons

not giving a fuck

most of my tags are pretty self explanatory i think, #tweet people w kindness has everything about my twitter fic and #first light everything about the winterhawk interstellar au i'm currently working on! (it's kinda on ice rn, i gotta work on my winterhawk big bang fic (it's probably gonna stay on ice bc now i'm thinking about writing cats fanfic, help me pls)

proshippers pls interact <3

[justine1268]

Genuine Question About Broppy getting Children In The Future... (long rant incoming)

Am I the only one who really wouldn't like an accidental/"surprise"/ unexpected/unwanted/unplanned/unintended Broppy child in future canon and who isn't really all that overjoyed about the idea of them having one in the future in general? I want to know.

I kind of feel like the only one because I haven't seen anyone else be so genuinely confused as to why the first situation is such a widespread and beloved thing in the fandom. If you do, please feel free to let me know what you find so appealing about it, because I'm not so sure I understand in all honesty and I want to get it.

I want to say that I really don't mean to come across as rude or hateful towards anyone who created Broppy children that would fit into the current canon who were unplanned! I just want to give my own perspective on it and why I personally feel iffy about that scenario.

A lot of my opinion here is also related to my personal attachment towards the ship itself. It's the first one I've had and for more than 7 years at the time of writing this, they've consistently been part of my life during this time. It's the ship I've been invested in the most.

The reason why I'm worried about this is because in Shrek, an other DreamWorks franchise, him and his wife had unexpected children. If they decide to make an other story like this:

Branch and Poppy is one of their few romantic relationships from ongoing franchises and a very popular one at the moment, so it could be with them.

There's a multitude of reasons why I rather have them want and desire a child before it happens and also to have it be almost a last part of the franchise addition. Like, one of the last things we get out of their relationship.

If it happens accidentally, depending on the context, it could likely be because they weren't careful. I feel like this is especially out of Branch's character. We know one of his major traits is making things the safest possible, he's hectic whenever something could be trouble. I think he probably would put action to avoid getting an unwanted egg as much as he could. We know Poppy can be kind of reckless, but she listens to Branch now and I don't think she is enough to not do any prevention and roll with it. She loves to throw herself head first into danger, but when she truly thinks she'll be okay. If she knows her own safety or well-being are really at risk, she takes it more seriously.

Obviously, putting characters through tough situations is the whole point of a storyline, but when it comes to them getting a child, it is something that (I'm assuming because we don't really know much about that yet) they CAN or at least should be able to control so...I think they should.

I don't want them having a toddler to get in the way of their relationship. I want lots more of just them two. A toddler, unless they don't show up for much, would take up a lot of moments that would otherwise be only with them. I want to get a lot more moments of solely them and focusing on their relationship with each other before a baby comes in!

Their characters, if, let's say, an infant or egg is with them during most events of a movie, I believe would be reduced to having to meet their needs. They're now tied down to needing to care for them and they lose that freedom they currently have. They'll have to be like "Ah, no, can't do that, got a baby." I don't want that.

I find it still way too early in canon for them to have children and that they should really be able to enjoy their time together and with their loved ones for now. Considering all Branch has gone through and the years he spent alone, being at such a low point, I don't want him to have the added responsibility, stress and worries of a parent so soon. I want him to be able to just have good times and hang out with his friends, girlfriend and family.

Both him and Poppy are so busy already, not to mention Branch is a person who really needs alone time. Give him a baby and that's going to be a whole lot harder.

It doesn't even seem to me like it's something they want in the future for now. Branch wants to marry Poppy, we already know that, but neither of them have ever mentioned wanting to have kids someday. Poppy already works with little trolls and loves it, but she has never said she wants one herself someday. Branch doesn't seem like it's crossing his mind. All he wants is to be Poppy's significant other.

I don't want a "surprise" Broppy kid and not know what went wrong or why it was so. If it's like Shrek, they'll leave that part ambiguous and I am not going to be happy about that. If they're going down that road, I at least want to know if they were intending on being careful at all. (Obviously brought up in a way that's appropriate for PG content).

Kids being raised by parents who didn't want them to arrive isn't ideal to me. Yes, parents can have regrets on deciding to have children in a way down the line and it doesn't mean they'll do a bad job, I agree the ship would make awesome parents, but it can be a lot more difficult thanks to that.

Look. I love the idea of them having little ones someday, I really do! I just wish it to happen way later on in the timeline than now, and most of all, I seriously want them to intend and want to have a baby before they do (we'll likely know if it's accidental, since, like I said, they did that in Shrek).

Scenarios I'd appreciate in canon:

1- They get married or just engaged in whichever next installment we'll get or stay only a couple and have a child or children that they planned on having years later.

2- They adopt a child/children which they either stumble upon or meet at an orphanage. They still look like their own, their colors being a sort of mix between Branch and Poppy's possible colors and being pop trolls (honestly, my favorite idea for a Broppy child).

3- It arrives at least a couple years after their romantic relationship has started (either still a committed couple, engaged or married), it wasn't intended or expected at all, from an unknowingly failed appropriate prevention method. They would be suggested the opportunity to abort, but they choose to keep their egg/eggs that resulted and raise them.

Scenarios I don't want:

1- It's a Shrek The Third 2.0 where it's left very ambiguous what happened with any time jump or none.

2- Unwanted egg from not trying to prevent it, no time jump at all. They have to raise their child/children as the early official couple they are now.

3- A baby/babies they didn't want and weren't careful for with a truly effective method, years or not after they're made official.

4- The child wasn't really wanted from both sides. Either one of them wasn't actually happy about the idea.

If we mostly get content of them out of the newborn stage (between about 5-18 years old), we get to know them once they already have built a personality. The child also has some amount of autonomy so the parents won't have to impose as much and we can still get only them both interacting pretty often. Kind of like in How To Train Your Dragon where Nuffink and Zephyr were already kids when we met them.

I think that's the idea I'd enjoy the most. Branch and Poppy wouldn't be tied down as much(also yes I'd want to see them getting older. Something so bittersweet in seeing a long time ship of mine age together...chef's kiss with that.) I'd get attached to the child a lot more easily as a character and I'd just love to see how the couple handles their youth.

Like I said: I do see lots of positives. I love the idea of them getting a child to build sweet, deep bonds with. The idea of caring, super invested dad Branch makes me melt. Him getting through that has something that can beautiful and powerful considering his story. It adds another person for him to love. A lot of wholesomeness and emotions to be explored! It can bring more to his relationship with Poppy as well! A supportive dynamic that's always ready to advise each other and to work through when it gets harder...yeah. It's simply great! It's a good foundation for a child to grow up on.

I just have some preferences for how it happens. Thank you for reading my long opinion piece!

[da-rulah]

I LOVED the final part of confessional so much!! Could you share some of your headcanons about Terzo pretty please? I loved the little glimpses we saw of him in Confessional and I am a sucker for more Terzo 💜

hey bestie! thank you so much for reading it, it genuinely made my day when I saw your notifications as I love your work...

'Confessional' based Terzo headcanons? Let's get into it...

Terzo is a pervert, through and through. But like... charming.

Call him a pervert though, and he'll have a tantrum.

"Me?! No, no, no, cara mio... you have me all wrong! I am but a romantic fool, no?"

He will flirt with anything with a pulse and a pair of legs. Gender, age and physical body type do not matter to him. If you're legal and living, he'll flirt.

But... he's a sensitive little thing, too.

He'll listen to anyone's problems, his office door always open to any siblings of sin who might need to vent.

He'll offer wit and flirtation to fix any problem you're having - maybe threaten someone with sacrifice should the occasion call for it.

He's a gossip too... Especially when it comes to the affairs of the clergy.

*gasp* "She did not... Then what did he say?!"

Crying women are his kryptonite. He panics and flaps at any crying woman.

"There, there..." and awkward head pats.

Obviously his father wasn't around as a kid, and he was dragged up by a mix of his brothers Primo & Secondo - who had very different parenting styles.

Then came Copia, who he thought needed 'character building', and so he teased him mercilessly - and still does.

Just the usual... tricked him into eating dirt, put bugs in his bed, teased him about his crushes, tripped him in front of all the other kids and teenagers throughout adolescence.. that sort of thing

Maybe he took it too far, because Copia never seemed to build the same hardness to ridicule that he and his brothers had. And yes, he definitely felt guilty for that.

But he was proud of his fratellino.

He'd never show it, but he wanted nothing more than for the Ministry to take him seriously.

Terzo struggles with authority, always has.

"You can't tell me what to do" kind of attitude - probably the lack of authority in his childhood

Maybe that's why he let the power of Papacy go to his head...

Generally, he is an overgrown, excitable toddler.

His sense of humour matches that. It's part of his charm.

Dad jokes. Oh my, the dad jokes...

Think Dreamworks' "Boss Baby", but a 50-something year old Italian man. And, y'know... a slut.

He likes to get in everyone's business. A shit-stirrer, if you will.

It doesn't always work out, but when it does, no one ever hears the end of it.

"I told you so..." was like a catchphrase of his.

Basically, he's a little shit with a heart of gold and a labido that cannot be quenched.