#thank you so much for the ask

[causeilikelix]

new to the blog but abt those felix throughts 😍😍 felix whos so tired of the members calling him innocent and babying him. yea its nice from time to time but hes a grown man ! so he goes 100% hard dom on you just so your moans can be heard in the dorm 🫣 also he would totally cover you in bite marks and hickeys just so he can get his point across to his group 💕

now THAT's what I'm taking about skhsfdlkfjsdlkfj

Like we all know that Felix is a lil guy with too much love in his body but soft =/= sub. He's a man very comfortable in his identity and the power he holds over you. Felix just wants to make his baby feel good but he also wants to prove a point...

Smut and warnings below the cut. MINORS DNI!!!!!!

↳  Words - 2.7k (and some change)

↳Warnings: SMUT duh, Soft!Dom Felix (I'm still getting used to writing Hard!Dom anyone) and a tough of Hard!Dom Lix at the end, afab!reader, relatively vanilla, fingering (f receiving), P in V, unprotected sex (don't), multiple orgasms, exhibitionism?, hickeys

You loved his innocent vibe!  You really did!  His angelic smile and his sweet words and actions is what drew you to him in the first place.  He was nothing but romantic and sweet all the time.  The best communicator, respectful of your boundaries, always treated you like a princess.  Honestly everyone needs their own personal Felix!!

But he’s tired.  He can’t help it.  All of his friends baby him so much!  Like Changbin said himself, Felix is happiness personified!  But enough is enough.  His sweet exterior is giving him a reputation he doesn’t want.  When his friends talk about their sex lives, they always make these jokes that Felix must be a little pillow prince who takes what he’s given and lets his partner take the lead.  In fact, his friends bet, he’s as innocent as can be and maybe you and him don’t even have sex at all!

He’s still grumbly about it when you get to the dorm one night, just to spend a little time together in between schedules.  He greets you with his normal warm hug and a sweet peck but you can sense something is off.  

Initially you stay in the living room to continue watching the movie the other guys are watching.  It’s some action film you couldn’t give two shits about.  Your legs are swung over Felix’s lap and he’s gently massaging your calves and thighs while he stares at the screen.  You can hear a few of the other guys snickering but you can’t make out what they’re saying.  When you glance at Felix, his eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is set.  Honestly it’s kind of hot and makes heat pool between your legs.  Let’s be honest though…. It’s Felix.  Almost everything he does can get you wet.

The boys laugh again and you note that it’s during a not particularly funny part of the movie.  This is where Felix breaks.  He pushes your legs off him and grabs your hand.

“Come on, babe, this isn’t very interesting.  Let’s go to my room.”  Felix whispered to you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

Your body immediately went hot and you had a feeling you knew what was on his mind.  He dragged you to his room and tossed the door shut behind him. 

His hands were cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss before the latch had fully closed.  You could simply melt into his kisses.  They always were deep and full of every ounce of love in his body.  Tonight, however, his lips were urgent and demanding. 

“I need you baby, please.”  He whispered against your mouth.  The need to show his friends that he wasn’t a little boy anymore coursed through him, but he would stop if you gave the word.

“Lix, I need you too.”  You managed out between kisses, “But what about the guys?  They’re right outside and-”

“Remember what we talked about last month?”  Felix kissed down your neck and pushed you back towards the bed. 

How could you forget?  Most of the time you and Felix had sex it was very mutual.  You didn’t do a whole lot of powerplay.  Maybe a sprinkling here and there when the situation was right, but Felix loved it when sex was a mutual expression of love.  A few weeks ago he asked you about exploring power play a little more and maybe experimenting with some kinks.  One of them was being listened to.  Not necessarily the real thing, but pretending like someone could walk in on you at any moment. 

With the boys right down the hall, that one held more risk than normal. 

“You wanna try it?”  You asked.  The back of your knees caught on the edge of the bed and you sat down.  Felix weaved his fingers through your hair and bent down to kiss you.  You parted your knees instinctively and Felix settled between them. 

With him above you like this, you felt small under him.  The thrill it gave you made your heart speed up.  You gripped his slim waist to pull him closer. 

“I want them to hear you while I fuck you dumb,” Felix’s voice dropped and octave.  It sent a shiver down your spine.  You always loved it when he got like this.  When he got too horny, his voice dropped and it made you wet in an instant.

Felix’s hands made quick work of your clothes.  He wasted no time in getting you naked, leaving your top and jeans in a pile on the floor.  Even though you hadn’t expected to have sex on this visit, you still wore one of your cuter underwear sets.   Baby pink with a little bit of lace at the top of the cups of the bra and the top of the panties, made even more innocent by a tiny rose in the center of both pieces. 

Felix swallowed thickly at the sight.  

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”  Felix whispered.  He maneuvered you onto the bed and hovered over you.  You clawed at his shirt, urging him to take it off.  He smirked and tugged it off.  “Just say the word and I’ll stop, okay?  Until then you're going to let me do whatever I want with you, right baby?”

“Yes, baby.”  You nodded in understanding.

You groaned at the sight of his chiseled chest.  Those gorgeous, defined ab muscles and his perfect little pink nipples made your mouth water.  Everything about him was beautiful from his head to his toes.  Not to mention his cock.  Speaking of, you wanted to see it immediately.  You tried to reach for his pants but he grabbed your wrists and shoved you back against the bed. 

“No touching without permission, got it baby?”  He cooed, “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.  I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?  It doesn’t take much to get my baby worked up.”

Felix slipped his hand into your underwear and seemed unfazed by the amount of slick in your panties.  To be honest, you thought that there should have been more.  The sudden show of power had your cunt gushing and clenching around nothing and you needed him inside you, um, yesterday. 

“Felix, please!”  You cried, pushing your hips up into his hand.  His digits rubbed small, slow circles on your clit.  Just enough to feel good but not enough to actually get anywhere. 

“What do you want, baby?  Good girls use their words.”  Felix chided, his fingers slipping lower to tap against your entrance but not going in. 

“I want you to touch me!  Please!”  You kept your voice quiet so that no one outside the door could hear you, but that wasn’t what Felix wanted. 

“You want me to touch you?  Alright, baby, I’m feeling nice today.”  Felix kept his eyes on your face as he slipped two of his fingers into your tight hole with basically no resistance.  He watched as your face screwed up in pleasure and your lips parted in a silent moan.  “Come on you can do better than that.”

With that, Felix pumped his fingers into you.  Quick thrusts wouldn’t get him where he wanted to go so he opted for long, deep strokes that pressed the pads of his fingers onto that special spot he’d found a few weeks ago.  The ball of his hand pressed deliciously against your clit with every thrust.  You swallowed a moan and turned your head to press your face into your arm to help silence yourself. 

At this, Felix threw three quick thrusts of his fingers into you.

“Uh uh,” he chided, “I want to hear those beautiful noises of yours, baby.  Let me know how good I’m making you feel, yeah?”

He pressed a few more deep and precise thrusts into you and this time you complied with a long, drawn out moan.  Felix grinned.  He continued like this for a few minutes, pressing his fingers in as deep as possible.  He resorted to pressing his hand against your clit and his fingers massaging that spot within you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.  You’re drenching my fingers already.  I can’t wait until you cream my cock, baby.  Keep moaning, just like that.”

He has you clenching and cumming on his fingers in seconds.  It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he gets your thighs shaking.  You’re moaning so loudly that you’re certain that the others can hear you.  Felix smiles through the whole thing.  His eyes are dark as he watches you cum just from his fingers. 

“Good girl, there it is.  Let’s see if you can take my cock, yeah?”

“Please.”  You moan loudly. 

Felix pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss.  He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere in the room.  Next he strips from the rest of his clothes and his cock slaps against his stomach.  Precum pearled at his tip and your mouth watered.  You longed to take him in your mouth and suck him until he came but he had other plans.

“Hands and knees.  Now.”  Felix demands.  He pumps his cock a few times to make sure he’s hard enough.  How could he not be, though, as he watches you climb onto your hands and knees and present your ass and your glistening hole to him.  He leans over you and brushes his cock along your swollen folds.  “Good girl.  God, you have the most perfect ass…”  Felix palmed it appreciatively before pulling his hand back and landing a firm slap on the flesh.

“Fellix!”  you gasped when he landed a second slap.  

“That’s right, baby, remember who’s name you’re screaming when I make you cum.”  Felix’s deep voice rumbles. 

He lined up his tip at your entrance and rubbed it through your folds a few times, reveling in the way he could make you shiver every time his cock grazed your over-sensitive clit.  When you least expected it, Felix pushed his cock into your tight, warm cunt.  You both moaned out in unison when he bottomed out.  His long, thick cock filled you up perfectly.  It was as if your pussy was designed for him.  Felix swore that he could spend the rest of his life between your legs.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, darling?”

With that, he began thrusting.  Sometimes adjusting to someone’s cock in you is a thing of myth.  You can never get used to how perfectly he fills you up.  It may not be the longest, but it’s thick and it stretches you more than anything or anyone else ever has.  His cock has a perfect little curve to it that hits that little spot inside you whenever he angles his hips just right. 

Tonight, he’s determined to get all of the sounds out of you that he can.  So every single thrust is designed to do just that.  He shoves himself into your snug heat as deep as he can go every single time.  It’s like you can feel him in your throat.  Every thrust pushes his hips flush with your ass.  He takes a hand and presses on your back to push your chest onto the bed.  

“Fuuuuuck baby, you feel so good.”  Felix moaned, “Always so warm and tight for me, baby.”

“You feel so good inside of me,”  You moan back, struggling to get your words out between Felix’s rough thrusts, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Come on, moan for me baby, show them how good I make you feel.”

As if you had a choice.  His thrusts were hard and he shifted his hips until his tip speared into that spot over and over again.  Felix had found that spot by chance a few weeks ago when he was fingering you and now he made it a point to seek it out every time.  

Felix’s hand curled around your bodies and his fingers made contact with your clit immediately.  At this, you keened and let out the loudest moan of the night.  Your cunt clamped onto Felix’s cock and he bit his lip to keep from cumming right there.  Your tight, wet heat eas driving him crazy but you had to cum first.  

He could have sworn that the TV volume lowered.

“Come on baby, cum for me.”  Felix grunted, his finger swirling around your swollen clit.

Your walls clenched and fluttered around him.  Something in your belly pulled taut and you rocked yourself back on Felix’s cock.  The extra bit of friction made the coil pull tight.  You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to let your body relax so that Felix could take over and bring you to orgasm.  Your moans grew louder and louder as you got closer.

“Yes, yes, yes!”  You cried, “Fuck, Felix!  Right there!”

“That’s a good girl, cream my cock, baby.”  

The sound of the TV in the front room had stopped all together.

The extra pressure of you pushing back onto his cock was just the right thing.  The intense pressure in your stomach suddenly released all at once.  Your legs trembled and your body shook.  Felix took over and gripped your hips tightly.  He slowly guided your hips down towards the bed so you were laying flat, continuing his intense thrusts into your cunt.  He leaned over you and pressed his lips to the back of your neck. 

“Felix, don’t stop,”  you moaned, arching your back into him to keep his dick lodged inside you as deep as possible.  

Your orgasm washed over you in waves, each one resulting in a gush of wetness between your legs.  His hips kept drilling into you diligently.  He kissed along your shoulders and neck, sucking dark marks onto your skin.  The second you rolled over, he’d give you hickeys on your neck and breasts to match these.

When he sensed your orgasm coming to an end, he slowed his hips but kept his cock lodged within your tight walls.  He hadn’t come yet but he knew he had to give you a short break before he sought his own orgasm. 

“Was I loud enough?”  You giggled,  “What was that about?”

“The guys were making fun of me, saying things like… I couldn’t be a dom because I’m too innocent, that I’m just a pillow prince and I let you do all the work.”  Felix peppered soft kisses on your skin. 

“That’s not it at all baby!  We just like sex to be reciprocal, that’s all.”

“I know, but I guess I needed a little ego boost.”  Felix shrugged.

“Well if I get to come like that every time we need an ego boost, by all means,”  You giggled, rubbing your ass back into him and making his cock slide against your puffy walls, making you both gasp.  “I think you could stand to be a little meaner, though.”

“What?  You want me to be mean to you?”  Felix stared at you with large eyes.

“Maybe a little more.”

“Oh, so you want me to call you my own little personal slut?”  Felix whispered in your ear.  That tantalizing voice of his made your cunt clench on him.  “Oh so you would like that?  I should have known you’d be a little cock-hungry slut.  Can’t go a single day without my cock in you, is that it?”

“Mmhm…”  You nodded, eyes suddenly a little teary but in the best way.  You pushed your hips back against his again.  He groaned and pressed a hand to your hip to stop your movements.

“If you keep going like that I’m gonna treat you like a little cocksleeve, got it?  I’ll stuff you with enough cum to keep you full for weeks.  You want that, baby?”

“God, yes,” your eyes rolled back at the thought of feeling even fuller than you were now.

“Then relax, my pretty slut, we’re just getting started.”  Felix growled. 

His hand slipped under you to press lightly against your tummy, the pressure pushing your g-spot effortlessly against the tip of his cock.  He’d hardly have to aim at all like this.  You let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fill you up ‘til your cute little cunt can’t handle it anymore.  M’ cum is all yours.”

[thefabledpheasant]

Merlin x Lancelot

Asked by @destinychicken68

So, agh, I go back and forth on this one A LOT. Because on one hand, I tend to headcanon Lancelot as straight, but then I see their scenes together and I go 🤔🤔

Honestly, I think Merlin and Lance are so goddamn charming that they are able to have extreme chemistry with basically anyone, so when the two of them are together, it’s like there are fireworks every second.

There are ships I like better than this one, but it IS an amazing ship. Lance matches Merlin’s sweetness to a crazy degree and it’s everything Merlin deserves, but not what I think Merlin falls hard for. I think they’re both so kind that there’d basically never be any angst and I need some angst lol

That being said, Lance should’ve been around him a lot more, in whatever way the writers would’ve given. Merlin needed someone like him around and they clearly made each other happy.

Ranking:

80/100

Feel free to Send me ships to rank :)

[rrat-king]

beloved rat have u got any tracker fic recs? :P

oh of course i do she’s my girl!

a kind wolf will come with bandages in her mouth by venoralor

you always come back to her by crosswordfriend

let the heavens falter by allapplesfall

let the wolves sing by macaronidoodles

+ a little self plug cuz i love writing tracker:

girl stuff by me

[ashelin-lordshenblog]

do you think Shen reconciled with his parents in the spirit realm..?

Hii there, thank you so much for the ask <3<3 It made me happy. I'm so sorry for not answering quickly, I got into clases again so they have me busy. But I'll answer even if it's a little late heh.

Yes! I can see him getting a big talk with them, I can imagine not having a good time at the start, Shen feeling uncomfortable since he didn't knew how to react or feel when the topic is about his parents, it's like his soft side also shows up, and it would be hard for him to see them again. But after some time, he could reconcile with them, getting calm.

I have this as a headcanon on why he was more calm in the fourth movie, maybe he already had that talk with his parents, and it would explain why he did that little bow to Po, even if it was a very liiittle one.

Hahssh sorry for the rambling, I like to talk about this peacock a lot.

[perdvivly]

🔥 beauty

*abhumanex0, bubbliterally, perdvivly and tranxio are sitting around a fire*

abhumanex0: 🔥 beauty bubbliterally: How are you doing that with your mouth? perdvivly: I'm trying out beauty. bubbliterally: What does that mean? perdvivly: It means that for a long time a particular brand of brainworms I've had comes from the Platonic conception of beauty as this horrible deciever. I'm trying to shed that. tranxio: That's an anachronistic genealogy of the idea. perdvivly: Huh? tranxio: Plato does talk about the interplay between truth and beauty. Notably in the Ion and in The Republic, books two, three, and ten. Plato is worried that the arts and specifically poetry in the Ion, as Ion of Ephesus was a rhapsode, are persuasive by means of rhetoric rather than an appeal to the truth. Specifically, an account of truth that Plato takes to be his idea of Forms. But Plato is chiefly concerned with the interplay between mimesis, from the Ancient Greek mimos, meaning "imitative" and diegesis roughly meaning "narrative". For Plato, the poets are doing a bad job of representing the beauty of truth; they are unable to capture its virtue. But that doesn't mean that Plato doesn't care about beauty or reviles beauty. Plato considers the Form of Beauty to be very important! He talks about it at length in the symposium and does note the associations in many more dialogues. e.g. phaedo, phaedrus, parmenides. I think this is most obvious when you consider what surviving writings we have from Plato. They're dialogues. He was writing creative fiction. He was engaging in a memetic artform, but one that he hoped would transcend the pitfalls of poetry. A "pure crystalline theatre of the mind". I think that the idea you had in mind dervies from the Neoplatonic tradition as it was interpreted by Christianity. The works of Plotinus come to us by way of his pupil Porphyry-- bubbliterally: --wait! You're saying that Christianity takes its philosophical foundations from Neoplatonism? tanxio: That's right. Dean Inge emphasises this point in his book on Plotinus. He says there is "an utter impossibility of excising Platonism from Christianity without tearing Christianity to pieces." Or if that isn't convincing consider that Saint Augustine-- perdvivly: --the saint who fucked. tranxio: That's right, the saint who fucked. Consider that he says of Plato's system that it was the "most pure and bright in all of philosophy" and he talks of Plotinus as a man in whom "Plato lived again". The early church owes a great deal of philosophical debt in this regard. bubbliterally: That's fascinating, so you're saying that Plotinus distrusted beauty and that's where the seed that Viv is picking up on originates? tranxio: Aha, no. Not quite. There is nothing in the mysticism of Plotinus that is hostile to beauty. But he is the last religious teacher for many centuries of whom this can be said. Plotinus founded the Neoplatonic tradition but he wasn't the sole arbiter of their beliefs. Beauty and all the pleasures associated with it came to be thought to be of the Devil. Pagans and Christians alike came to glorify ugliness and dirt. Julian the Apostate, like contemporary orthodox saints, boasted of the populousness of his beard. bubbliterally: But how did all this happen? tranxio: That's a matter of historical debate. The Neoplatonists found themselves in dialogue with the Gnostics for long while. And Porphyry suggests that there is precident in Plato for turning away from the physical world of matter. Perhaps it happened as an extension or outbranch of these dialogues? I'm not certain. But I can go and do more research on it if you would like? bubbliterally: No pressure, but I'd really enjoy the answer if you could find it! tranxio: Of course! *tranxio leaves, presumably to go to the library*

bubbliterally: That was an interesting historical perspective, but can you say more on what you meant Viv? You're "trying out beauty"? perdvivly: Right. I grew up in a pretty heavily Christian dominated soceity and personal environment. My grandparents were missionaries and I went to Sunday school. And because I grew up in England, you can bet that that sect was Anglican. Protestantism is... Austere. It's in a really sharp contrast to Catholicism. You know, you imagine these elaborate ornate robes, the alters decked-out with gold and you have these huge buildings with complicated architecture... And then you have, what I was raised in, which is, sort of an extreme embodiment of the famous saying "simplicity is the ultimate sophistication" so imagine like, wooden pews so upright they could fix quasimodo's posture, plain homespun clothing, nothing ornate or elaborate just this very bare aesthetic. And gradually through a sort of cultural osmosis I think I took some of this in without meaning to or critically evaluating whether or not I wanted to. abhumanex0: So, that's a more personal etiology, it doesn't really answer the question of what you mean though. perdvivly: I know, and I don't want to mess you about, but let me give one more take on why this feels so forceful to me before I expand on what I mean and why I want it. abhumanex0: Go ahead. perdvivly: Have you ever seen something really beautiful and been compelled by it? Or, someone even? bubbliterally: I think we all know about being horny. perdvivly: Right! Sexual desire is actually a really good use-case here. abhumanex0: Not what use-case means but continue. perdvivly: It feels deep down gut-level wrong to be forced by my own body to want something without regard for its... wholeness? Without regard for all of it and all of its interactions with me... Have you ever been compelled against your better judgement to eat junk food that you know will make you feel ill? That to me feels like the same pernicious facet of force that beauty compells. Beauty in this way, sort of forces a passitivy of choice. bubbliterally: the same kind that David Foster Wallace was talking about with Eric the other day? perdvivly: Exactly! Think Catullus 85. I am beset on all sides by emotion and the waves of those emotions are bigger and stronger than I am. I'm afraid of being drowned by them. I'm afraid of being killed by them. Beauty is chief among these emotion makers. abhumanex0: Have you considered that when you say "It feels... wrong to be forced by your own body" that's an extension of the cultural Neoplatonism you absorbed through Christianity? Seeing this sharp distinction between mind and body? perdvivly: I... Hadn't... That's actually a really astute point. bubbliterally: I see... So that's why the issue is so forceful for you. But you want to try beauty out? Okay, maybe I don't see. You love and you hate beauty at the same time? perdvivly: There's no escaping it. So what I mean when I say, "I'm trying out beauty" is that I'm trying to integrate an appreciation for beauty into my life. And there are so many things I find beautiful. That I'm slowly realising I can appreciate without being destoryed by... It''s a long and hard journey. And I'm nowhere near being very good at it yet. But I think it's probably a pretty crucial step on the path of fully realising my own autonomy. bubbliterally: I think it's interesting that this whole discussion has had the locus it's had. That you've situated yourself as the desirer in world of objects to be desired, but you haven't really talked about the effects of being desired. perdvivly: Oh, well. One thing at a time. But I pretty much think that the feminists of the 80s were right about most of it. I could say more but maybe that's a story for another time. *abhumanex0 and bubbliterally both nod* perdvivly: So, how about you guys? bubbliterally: Us? perdvivly: Yeah.🔥 beauty bubbliterally: Okay seriously, how the fuck are you doing that with your mouth?

[trashyshrew]

Maybe some drawings of Inosuke please?

Also have a lovely day/night! ^-^

[isasan347]

What headcanon do you have of Ravio that you adore?

OMG I HAVE SO MANY

SO MANY

there’s the fake voice hc, there’s his backstory hc, the he-sometimes-does-Hilda’s-work-for-her-so-she-can-get-some-rest-and-pulls-multiple-all-nighters-hc

I think tho if I had to choose one umm

Angry Ravio

Like. Ravio is a really chill guy and you’d have to be a very specific certain person to get him from 0-100 in a second

But if you want to get him from 0-100 fast, just insult his friends and make them cry :)

But then, don’t complain when he roasts your entire existence

Here, wait I’m pretty sure I drew that

Well

Only the before but yea

So I hc that ravio doesn’t swear

But when he’s angry he will curse it won’t be pretty

And when he’s absolutely f***ing livid he’s actually really calm and collected and doesn’t swear

But will make you regret everything you did in life

So

[rebka18]

i love the concept of reigen nto believeing anything good that happens to him(proyecting hehe) and the idea of him marrying sawa was like impossible to him,bless sawa for being there for him..

[lara60]

How does Daareios feel about Nolan and eventual Mark becoming emperor?

He'd feel veeeeeeeeeery negatively about it. Actually, I doubt he'd even live to see Mark become Emperor, but the whole drama with Nolan taking over Viltrumite rule? He'd never accept him. Daareios' loyalty is exclusively to Thragg, not to the Viltrum Empire or Argall's bloodline. He'd get exiled right along with the former Grand Regent, and the result would be something like this. 🤣

(I'm torn between whether Daareios would get killed by Battle Beast during the Thraxa fight, or at the very end during the final confrontation between Thragg's army and Nolan's forces. I think Thragg wouldn't let him interfere with the Battle Beast fight, and Daareios wouldn't dare defy a direct order. So, probably at the end - I'm afraid this guy is beyond saving, so he won't get to see Viltrumites prosper under Mark's rule 💔)

[ohnoitsjetster]

I hope you're glad to know you're responsible for Dentist! getting stuck in my head on a daily basis. Which version of the lyrics do you like best?

HAHA HELL YEAH! I’m so happy to be haunting you with that song. I'm spreading the disease hehehe!! And though it may cause my mutuals distress (Distress!) somewhere in heaven above me, I know Howard Ashman's proud of me <3 /ly

... welp, Now you’ve engaged with me so you need to face the consequences (reading my ramble). I love both versions, but the only real difference lyrically is “when I start extracting your molars, you girls will be screaming like HO-LY ROLL-ERS” vs “I thrill when I drill a bicuspid, it's swell! Though they tell me I'm MAL-UH-JUS-TED” (if I remember correctly) and honestly both those lines are probably my favorite parts of their respective songs, so it’s hard to pick a favorite. “Holy Rollers” rocks and it’s dramatic enough that I got to convince my choreographer to let me fall to my knees when I sing it, and of course I’m partial to it because it’s the stage version and I’m a stage actor plus I’m generally partial to the stage version. But “Maladjusted” is just SO CHEWY i love it I love the way it feels to say and it's so groovy and Elvis-y and I always love a line that gives even just a little more insight into the character. Then of course there's that extended version of the movie one, that I reblogged from @calliemity a while ago, which I frankly don't remember too well but I remember I danced to it in my room like a twelve year old girl listening to Katy Perry in a 2000s Disney movie, which is to say it rocked, and of course extended version just means more Dentist! and that's gotta be a plus. But, well, if I really have to choose one, I guess I would have to s ay thatj gk jkjth.e etjgtigjtr ejgejrjgiqerjqetigjqeoi irejgeriogjqeiorghkbnfjr''l;,;l;',;.l904l;erijqeiqio rojgerioqjerigjgtjgoij;b./fg;t.q;e'rtlktrger;'te[e.tttghkbbbbbbbhhhggggggggjgggbbjgghbbggghhhhhhghhhhhhhhhhhh

[swk-mac]

What does the coldest winter au is about? I dunno about it, your art is cool tho, I'm interested with it

Hi anoon, thank you hehe, I'm glad you like my art *gets happy

The au it's not mine, and I know we don't have much info about it but the basic is Wukong was cursed by lbd, turning into a crazy monkey, and that lbd spread the winter to all the world, so Macaque and Mk try to scape, at least that's what I read from some comments waaa

[multicolour-ink]

I read your post about both Mario and Luigi being reckless and dreamers and it got me thinking a little about that scene with their family, specifically their dad. And after having seen the fandom around this movie go nuts with fanfics and stuff, I have to ask, do people really believe Mario and Luigi's dad is a bad father just because he doesn't agree with Mario's reckless decision to start their business?

(I say only Mario here because the dad's words are clearly aimed at Mario, even if it was both their idea, but this is more about Mario and his dad rather than both brothers)

Like, when I see the scene at the dinner table, all I see is a dad who is concerned for his kids going into a business without a safety net or backup plan. Mom is trying to be supportive and loving, but dad is clearly the more 'realistic' of the two or at least more vocal about it.

Like, if you have a kid who had a stable job then suddenly quit said job to do freelance and also spent all their life savings on a commerical, you can't tell me you wouldn't be a little worried their future. As a parent you wanna be supportive but there also were you might go "um, are you sure you know what you're doing? have you thought this through? if something happens what will you do, will you have health insurance?" that sort of thing.

It's like quitting your day job for pursue a career in acting or photography or just starting your own company in general. It's probably smarter to do it on the side rather than up and quit your job and lose a stable income as you work to purse your actual goals.

And yeah, he definitely could have worded it better, (why call him nuts? why belittle their dream? why say that he was dragging Luigi down with him, that's mean!) but he does seem like a caring father who wants the best for his kids. And yet, so many stories depict as a horrible father and mistreats both Mario and Luigi and I don't think that's fair.

And given how Mario acts and reacts to certain situations (like jumping into the sewer without a second thought, running and climbing across construction sites, picking fights with people etc.) I get the distinct feeling that this is not the first time Mario has made some questionable decisions or at least acted rashly without really thinking things all the way through.

Tell you've never had kids without telling me...

Ooh this is a long ask! In order to answer this, I will need to divide it up into numbered points, as it is easier to organise my thoughts. I will also be drawing reference from this, this, this, and this (because I love OP's thoughts here).

1. Papa Mario

You are right in your thinking that Papa is trying to be a realistic in his opinion about the business venture! I've said it before myself, but Papa Mario does not strike me as a strict parent, but rather just voicing the opinions of his generation. It is far more common for someone of his time to be more fixated on the idea of getting a steady job and supporting family etc. It's not that they are being mean, it's just the society they were brought up in. I've heard this myself from older members of my family (including my own parents).

Nowadays there are much more opportunities and ways for people to venture into independent careers, but those always come at a risk. More often than not it requires more skill, heart, and sometimes luck to make it work. While Mario and Luigi are fortunate to be able to have a roof over their heads and be served food, sooner than later they will need to support themselves. That's primarily what I believe their father is getting at; while their Mama is happy they are being adventurous (wonder where Mario got that from? 😉) and is happy to support them, their father just fears that they will fail and be back to square one.

I personally haven't seen anyone explicitly say that they believe Papa Mario to be a bad father - and he is not! What he says comes from concern and love, not neglect.

2. Mario's Relationship With His Father

"You're bringing your brother down with ya."

I've seen some people come forward and admit that they see this line to be confirmation that Mario and his father don't get along, that Mario is seen as the "troublemaker".

I personally don't think that there's any bad blood between the two, but it is obvious that Mario gets most of the blame for the idea of the plumbing business in the first place - despite the fact that Luigi is just as much centre focus in it as he is!

We don't really get much of the family to get any idea of the history there...but I believe that the shaken relationship between Mario and his father could just all be down to Mario's assertiveness. Papa knows full well that his eldest son is very overconfident and brash, and will always stick up for Luigi (evidenced by scenes like with the baby Bros ❤️️) - but it's clear Papa wishes Mario would stop with that mindset, for fear of his son failing.

Notice how Papa never suggests that Luigi find his own path, his own job, and let his brother learn his lesson on his own? Because he doesn't need to. He knows that his sons are always in it together, no matter what. Luigi is just the more quieter of the two. So in order to make sure that he gets his concerns across to them, he instead directs it at Mario (which backfires spectacularly).

Which leads me on to...

3. The Brother's Bond

There are two ideas I have over what the relationship between Papa Mario and his brothers (Uncle Arthur and Uncle Tony) is like:

Papa and Arthur are twins, with Tony being the younger sibling (which makes sense for Tony's more carefree personality - with two older brothers taking the brunt of responsibility)

Papa and his brothers are different ages, with Papa being the oldest

Regardless which one is correct, it makes Papa's words to Mario at the dinner scene all the more impactful - because he knows what it's like to be an older role model to siblings and set a good example.

However, whilst that bond is strong, I don't think either of the family could have even predicted just how tightly bonded Mario and Luigi would become - even with knowing they are twins.

Not to say Papa doesn't love his brothers (or is not as close with Arthur if they are twins) but what Mario and Luigi have together as brothers goes far deeper.

Whatever you want to call it - fate, the stars, destiny - it's clear that Mario and Luigi have a bond that is unlike any other. They are intertwined together so tight that just being away and out of sight of each other causes them both great distress. It is like they are one soul split into two, and those two halves yearn to be together in order to feel complete.

They are each other's emotional and physical support. Without the other it's meaningless. They ride or die together - no matter what.

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pick five characters from merlin and tell me their fav type of music in a modern AU!

This is a pretty unique question 😁 let’s see…

Merlin: I like to believe my boy would be into indie rock. I think he’d vibe with the sad songs and it’d make him feel seen/understood and also because he reminds me of myself. Merlin would hear the song Mr. Loverman and violently start sobbing.

(Although I think he’d also really love playing music that he’d hear in Camelot as a way of comfort and feelings of home).

Gwaine: this man headbangs to heavy metal. Like Metallica, Black Sabbath, etc. I just know this guy participates in mosh pits. He’s got so much energy and it’s a place to release it.

Percival: He’s into pop, but specifically Swiftie. I feel it in my bones. He’d enjoy going with Gwaine to heavy metal concerts, but when he’s picking music in the car and at home, this is his go to.

Gaius: you wouldn’t think it, but Merlin catches him listening to screamo as he’s just doing random chores. He’s only calm outwardly. That man’s got a lot going on underneath that he feels understood with screamo. He was a cool youngster.

Morgause: she listens to girl in red. This woman just wants to be in love with another woman. I know she’s a hopeless romantic.

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[rrat-king]

beloved bird any opinions on tracker in sy talking about how aelwyn isn’t her type and then dating nara? 👁👁

oh... my god i forgot about that interaction completely i- ok my thoughts :

hmmmm i have a lot of feeling about tracker "having a type" and supposedly nara fitting into that type... brennan i know you said their both impulsive and nara is just kristen with money but there is no convincing me an elf princess is that similar to kristen applebees. also i'm just. so insane about them. tracker i trust but i worry about your judgement. also i have talked with @20dimensionsoftangerine about this a lot but why. does aelwyn just have nara's phone number. she hasn't lived on fallinel in years. where they friends? what is the connection??

[moronic-validity]

Hello it's Witherby from AO3 lol. I heard ur requests are open. Simon seemed to get jealous of Winter King dancing with other people. Would Winter get jealous if other people flirted with Simon?

OMG HEY!!!! and yes!!! Requests are hella open, they really help me keep momentum!

Also, to answer your question, yes.

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Like hard-line yes to the point that I have an entire mini fic exploring it because so many people want to see how Winter's jealousy manifests.

I'm really excited to dig into it and I'm like really worried about giving stuff away, but Winter is jealous and incredibly possessive.

He's not exactly threatened by other people flirting with Simon, but he does take it as a personal offense and it's the number one way to burn a bridge with The Winter Kingdom.

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can i get a captain hook or jafar headcannon with a bubbly innocent reader ! i absolutely love your writing !

Hey! So sorry for the delay, life has had me in a chokehold. One order of Hook & Jafar with a bubbly reader coming up!

Captain Hook x Innocent!Reader

Ok so the Captain is one of those Villians where the...'villainy' for want of a better word? Isn't on display 24/7.

Actually he really loves getting to play up his gentleman tendencies, it's a nice escape from a chip full of brutes and an island full of children. So a cheerful and more innocent leaning partner is something he latches onto with delight!

FINALLY he gets to have a lovely thing on his arm who will laugh at his jokes and blush at his good manners! SMEE!! Get the good cutlery and crack out the candles, you're being treated to a candle lit dinner THIS INSTANT!!

Let! Him! Dote! On! You!

He loves that you tend to think on the lighter side and assume the best. Not only does it bring out a much more protective side of him, but the crew are extremely appreciative of the balance you're bringing to the ships atmosphere. They're violent and bad tempered, sure, but nobody wants to live on a hair trigger every day for forever - or however long they're going to be trapped on Neverland for, which is already 200+ years at this point and climbing.

There have been, instances, shall we say, where a crewmate or mermaid has been less than welcoming. It flew over your head, innocence has it's disadvantages after all, but the Captain can shoot a target over 100 yards in any direction without even bloody LOOKING, so they were short lived at best.

Being forced to pull your friends corpse out to sea does tend to put the fear of death back in one Captain James Hook.

Your laugh makes his face hurt from smiling so much. His nerves have never been so soothed.

Smee has already decided that if you ever make any moves to leave he's chaining you to the mast. Sorry not sorry, you're stuck here now. He may be the friendliest face on the ship, but you don't get to 60+ on a pirate ship without some tricks up your sleeve.

And managing Hook's fraying sanity is Smee's biggest and best trick to date.

Jafar x Innocent!Reader:

You are simultaneously Jafar's rock and his day to day grievances rolled into one.

One one had, OH you make his job so much easier. Your bright and bubbly attitude lights up the palace and distracts the Sultan from effusing any of the idiot's thoughtless noise in Jafar's general direction. Jasmine's stand offish behaviour melts away under your smile, and the servants will agree to almost anything you ask.

On the other hand, Reader PLEASE He has spent DECADES perfecting his slease, his charms, his sultry yet intimidating stalk through the halls, learning how to swish and snarl just so to get his way and now you're latched to his arm beaming and babbling away and all his carefully crafted mystique is waving goodbye on the desert winds.

When you frst met his frustration was unending. You were too innocent to catch any of the double meanings and secret overtures under his words and you would not be threatened By ALLAH WHAT does he have to do for some unease in this godamn palace?!

The worst part wasn't even that you weren't catching it. It was that he wanted you so badly to catch it. Unlike the sultan he could see the intelligence behind your eyes. You and he were so close to a real, proper, genuine connection and the lack of comprehension in your gaze made his hands itch with the urge to break you.

Of course, he couldn't do much. Hypnotism isn't as effective as you think, it only really works on people who are weak willed or already over halfway to doing what he wants.

With nothing left to do, he resorts to avoiding you. Too bad you've decided you like him and the servants are always willing to tell you where he is isn't it? Even his 'secret' lair isn't safe. Never underestimate how much the staff know, they're the ones who can hear his mad laughter at 3 in the morning through the walls.

In private he's much more willing to accept affection, especially of the physical kind. Your touch is addictive at this point, and the sensation of all your attention soley on him strokes his ego something wicked.

AndsomethigelsecoughCOUGH

Reader I will be honest...I don't think you'll be remaining innocent for very long. In any sense.