#thread: seth 4

[alasdairxbishop]

Continued from here

It absolutely tracked that Seth's female form was just as hot as his usual appearance, and Alasdair could quite take his eyes off him, especially since Seth was donning the most incredible, sexy outfit. Each loud step towards him had Alasdair nervous, but in the best way possible. He wet his lips slightly as he looked up at his mistress, eyeing the remote in Seth's hand. The nephilim slowly felt the vibrations inside him increase, and while he was able to remain fairly calm for the mild setting, as it increased to something more moderate he couldn't help the moans that slipped from him, his features shifting into a look of absolute pleasure as he tried to bite his lip to keep himself quiet. "Ohh, fuck yes.. be so cruel.." he groaned, his cock already starting to harden in the jeans he was wearing. "As cruel as you want."

@witchysethharper

[shadesoftheshield]

I think Seth should win at mania

[inseparableduo]

"God. I really wish they both would stop getting so hurt for the sake of others."

"Would it really kill them to take care of themselves for once?"

They have yet, to realize, not only are they the same but, they might have gotten some of this attitude from them.

[derpy7664]

So I am bad at traditional art. But I Love writing lyrics so here is what I wrote for Bittersweet #BSArtWeek #YuuriVoice [Verse] (Alphonse) Ive been running and running from the life that I lead Trying to be everything they wanted me to be I swear I was good I did all things that you wanted me too And yet here we are here stand and I fucking hate you You arent the man I knew. They guy I fell for. Your angry and twisted and hardened and warped but you aint the man I fell for. [Verse 2] (Seth) I know ive been gone And you wanted me to stay away I know I hurt you and damn it I hurt me too But you were my life & you were my dream So believe me when I say Everything I did, I did for you and me. I did so we could both me Free. But you left me for [Pre-Chorus] Some goddamn jolene (dont call them Jolene) You never fucking knew me (I know you all too well) I took the fall for you! (But I never asked you too!) [Chorus] And now were here at the crossroads. Thinkin bout the lifes we led. And we arent too proud But here and now those memories those sunny days the many fights those lonely night Every memory of you has gooooooooooooone Bittersweet [Verse 3] (Seth) I had to go. Had to give you the chance to grow. to love you is to leave you so you and your Boo Can live the fairytale I couldnt give you. And yet every thing just pulls me back to you I aint try to fight Cause I aint want a war Some coming back I feel off track and I dont know where to go. [Verse 4] (Alphonse) Seeing you here seeing you like this It brings back old fears Brings back a mist to my eyes As I cry I cant believe my eyes. [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who hurt you (Alphonse I dont wanna fight) Think about your life here and the love and the light (Man fuck all of that. He's the one in the wrong) I cant let go of they way he hurt you (But you dont gotta go off the rails)

[Chorus] And now were here at the crossroads. Thinkin bout the lives we led. And we arent too proud But theres a sinking thread And we gotta act now cant let you get harmed but going back now If it means protecting You Saving our family from harm Then I guess the moment is Bittersweet(edited)

(Hopefully I can finish the video and submit it but here are the lyrics. I hope you like the odd bittersweet musical song)

[tailsbeth-writes]

Thanks for the tag @firstprincehornyramblings! We're carrying on with Bigender Alex 4: Horny 4 Throney over here, with an extra long snippet (no, I won't apologise for that tagline):

Those eyelashes. Henry's Kryptonite. They are only heightened by the smudge of black liner that still highlights Alex’s eyes. Something Beatrice added at the after party last night. The same after party where Alex took Henry to a storage cupboard and showed him the black lace bodysuit she was wearing under his suit. Henry shivers thinking about sucking Alex’s skin through the lace. The threads catching on his lips and yet, it never being enough. Alex’s shallow breath is filling his ears as he comes back into the room. Those eyes look up at him expectantly. Alex’s mouth hangs open a little. Henry’s thumb strokes over his lip before putting it into her mouth. Alex diligently sucks, and Henry pulls it away, his teeth dig in just slightly. ‘Are you going to be good for me?��� Alex nods, and goes to pull Henry’s tie apart but Henry's hand stops him. ‘Did I say you could touch me?’ Alex shakes his head, there's panic in her eyes but Henry sees his smile fighting to reveal itself. ‘I can be good. Want to be a good… good girl for you.’ Henry’s brow shoots up but he quickly recovers. He takes Alex’s hand from his collar and plants a chast kiss on the palm. ‘Thank you darling.’ Henry's voice is warm again, he's letting Alex know he's okay with this. Alex nods, a blush growing up his neck. Henry kneels, still holding his hand. ‘My queen, it's time you show respect to your king.’

Tag You're It: @run-for-chamo-miles @judasofsuburbia @thighzp @onthewaytosomewhere @taste-thewaste @suseagull5914 @emmalostinwonderland @adreama-writes @firenati0n @seths-rogens @royal-chandler @sophie1973 & open tag 💛

[lowres720]

Bunny and the Junkyard Dog

Chapter 4! You gotta be kidding

Warning 18+ MDNI CHAPTER

Just a knock. Quiet. Singular. Like the person behind it was hoping not to be answered.

Y/N stared at the door.

Then at the clock.

12:47 a.m.

She was in her sweats again, bare-faced, hair loosely pulled up with a scrunchie, halfway through a YouTube playlist of old lucha libre matches she’d seen a hundred times before. Her knees were curled under a throw blanket. Her bag of gummy bears sat half-eaten on the nightstand.

The knock came again. Still soft. Still hesitant.

She sighed and padded to the door, barefoot on ugly hotel carpet.

When she opened it, he was leaning against the doorframe.

Dean.

Hood up. Eyes dark. Jaw tight. Like he'd either been drinking or overthinking—possibly both.

“Hey,” he said, voice gravelly.

“Hi…” she blinked. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I just I didn’t know who else to bug.”

She tilted her head. “Roman and Seth are two doors down.”

“I said I didn’t know who else to bug.”

Something in the way he said it made her chest flutter.

She stepped back without saying a word, letting him in.

Dean moved like a man haunted—like if he stopped walking he’d start feeling, and if he started feeling, something might crack open that couldn’t be put back.

The door clicked shut behind them. Her room smelled like cheap shampoo and strawberry body lotion. It was clean but lived-in. Cozy in a way his never was.

He stopped at the foot of her bed, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, staring at the muted TV screen.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, softly.

“Nah.”

He still didn’t look at her.

She hovered near the side, arms crossed lightly.

“You want something? Water? Gummy bears?”

That got the faintest tug of a smile out of him.

“I’m not here to raid your snack stash.”

She nodded, quiet.

Silence settled.

Thick.

Dense.

Almost unbearable.

“You didn’t tell me,” he said finally.

“About?”

“Your dad.”

Ah. There it was.

She sat on the edge of the bed, fingers threading through the blanket nervously. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

“It does.”

“To who?”

Dean turned now, really turned, facing her fully.

“To me.”

That landed heavier than she expected.

“I wasn’t hiding it,” she offered.

“You kinda were.”

“Okay, maybe I was.” Her voice tightened, quiet but sincere. “I wanted to do this on my own. Not as his kid. Just me.”

Dean exhaled sharply and dragged a hand through his hair.

“I get that,” he muttered. “I do. I just—fuck, Y/N.”

She blinked. “What?”

He stepped closer.

“Everything about you makes more sense now. You’ve got that same fight. That same weird mix of humility and ‘don’t-fuck-with-me.’ And I’ve been trying to figure it out this whole time—what it was about you that had me twisted up like this.”

She stared at him. Eyes wide.

“Twisted?”

Dean let out a dry laugh. Bitter, self-deprecating.

“You walk in with your big eyes and your quiet voice, always tryin’ to disappear in the corner like you’re not the most interesting thing in the goddamn room. And you dance like you don’t know someone’s watching you. And then I find out Rey Mysterio is your dad?”

He shook his head.

“It’s not fair. You’ve been driving me crazy and you didn’t even know it.”

Y/N’s heart was doing cartwheels now. Dangerous ones.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “That’s the worst part.”

More silence.

Then—

“Say something,” he muttered. “Anything.”

She bit her lip.

And then, softly:

“You could’ve just said hi.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Backstage. At catering. In the locker hallway. All those times I walked past you and you looked at me like I was a puzzle with a bomb under it. You could’ve just said hi, Dean.”

He swallowed. Hard. " Im sorry Bunny. I just cant right now.."

Y/n understood, she didnt push or try to force anything. She just wanted his friendship, that was more than enough for her.

"I know Jon, its okay, I really only want your friendship, I hate that its so weird around everyone, I wanna break out of my shell more and i would be happy for you to be there when i finally do." she smiled softly at him searching his face for answers he couldnt say.

Jon. He never heard her say it in that manner, he didnt think it would ever leave his head either. He patted her head softly which confused her until he told her goodnight and walked right back out and straight to his hotel room.

He snuck back into his room and saw Renee sleeping in his bed. She didnt even tell him she would be back yet but it didnt matter anyways they never spent more than 2 minutes together. He laid on his side and forced his eyes closed and tried to sleep.

It started like most dreams do sp soft around the edges, too warm, too easy.

He was in some hotel bed, sheets kicked down past his hips, the room lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The air buzzed with that low hum that always came before something happened. His body was heavy, limbs relaxed in the way only sleep allowed, but his chest was tight. Like he was waiting for someone.

And then she was there.

Y/N.

Not the timid little thing backstage. Not the girl curled up with a book and a bottle of water and her hands tucked into her sleeves.

This version? She was something else entirely.

She wore that green dress again—the one from the bar. Only tighter now, somehow. Shorter. The straps slid off her shoulders like they didn’t belong there in the first place, and the fabric clung to every dip and curve like it was afraid to let go.

Dean sat up, and she climbed into his lap like it was normal.

Like she’d done it a hundred times before.

Her fingers were on his jaw, soft and slow, and she looked at him like he meant something. Like he belonged to her.

“I was wondering when you’d come around,” she murmured.

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t. His throat was too dry and the weight in his groin was already impossible.

Then her lips were on his.

Hot. Hungry. Possessive in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

She kissed like she had something to prove, and he let her of fucking course he let her. His hands found her thighs, gripping tight as she rolled her hips over the hard bulge in his sweats.

She moaned into his mouth, and it wrecked him.

“You always watch me like you’re starving,” she whispered, dragging her nails down his chest. “So eat.”

Her mouth moved lower hot, open-mouthed kisses down his throat, across his chest. She shoved his sweats down just enough, and when she licked the tip of his cock, Dean groaned an actual, hoarse, near-pained groan.

“Fuck”

She took him deeper, slow and intentional, and he couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

Her hands pinned his hips to the mattress as her mouth worked over him, wet and relentless, until he was twitching, shaking, grabbing at the sheets with clenched fists.

He wasn’t supposed to want this.

He wasn’t supposed to want her.

And she sure as hell wasn’t supposed to look up at him with tears in her eyes and smile as she dragged her mouth off him with a loud, slick pop.

“You taste like bad decisions,” she whispered, climbing back up and grinding against him now, bare and soaked, that dress lost somewhere between dreams and sin.

He flipped her over before she could say another word.

Fucked her into the mattress, hard and deep, like he needed to erase the guilt as it bloomed in his ribs.

She clawed at his back. Screamed his name.

No. Not his name.

“Jon,” she gasped. Over and over as if it was the only thing she knew how to say, the exact way she had said it just an hour earlier.

Her thighs trembled. Her body arched. And when she came, he followed—hard—eyes clenched shut, heart racing like he’d been caught in the act.

He jerked awake.

Panting. Sweating. His cock still pulsing as he gripped the base and tried to get his damn brain to reboot.

The room was dark. Real.

Renee snored lightly beside him, curled up facing the wall, completely unaware that her boyfriend had just cum in his fucking sleep over someone else.

He ran a hand over his face, swearing under his breath.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

It wasn’t the first time she’d crept into his head. But it was the first time it felt real. Too real. Too vivid. The way her voice had sounded in the dream—soft and taunting and right it gnawed at him.

He got up quietly and went to the bathroom.

Turned the water on just to have a sound to drown in.

Then stared at himself in the mirror.

“Get your shit together,” he muttered.

But even as he said it, he could still feel her. Her breath in his ear. The press of her thighs. The way she’d said Jon like it belonged to her.

Fuck.

He needed a cigarette. A shower. A lobotomy.

Something.

Anything to get her out of his head.

Later when Dean was in the arena he didn’t usually show up rattled. But that day, he just couldn’t seem to shake it.

Every hallway felt narrower. Every voice sounded too loud. His skin itched under his jacket like he’d crawled out of it too soon.

When he saw her across the hall by the makeup station, it was like getting sucker-punched by his own brain.

Y/N.

In joggers and a compression top, her hair tied back, sneakers unlaced, chatting quietly with one of the stylists as they prepped her for a backstage segment.

She smiled at something the girl said. Laughed under her breath. The sound punched him in the gut.

Dean turned quickly, pretending to check his phone. But she looked up just as he did it. Their eyes met brief, but sharp.

Something flickered in hers.

Curiosity? Concern?

She didn’t say anything. Just tilted her head a little, like she was watching an animal pace in a cage.

Then she turned back to her stylist.

Let it go.

Dean let out a slow breath.

He didn’t talk to her all night. Didn’t even brush past her. He stuck close to Seth and Roman unless she was hanging with them, stayed locked in on his match, and refused to let himself look.

Not because he didn’t want to. Because he wanted to too much. And that was the problem.

He could survive a lot of things. But wanting her? That was a fucking death sentence.

[shychick-52]

So, I was looking up information on the Darkwing Duck reboot, and I found this info on a two-month-old Reddit thread from a person who claims to know people in Disney Television Animation (click on the first one to see the full screenshot):

So, it sounds like the DT episode 'Let's Get Dangerous' WAS a backdoor pilot for a DWD reboot/direct spinoff of DT 2017, there WAS a plan to make a season 4, and the rumored DWD reboot apparently being done by Seth Rogen (which was to have nothing to do with DT 2017, but totally seperate) was quietly cancelled.

Honestly, I was never thrilled about a DWD reboot that had nothing to do with DT 2017 anyway, especially one handled by Seth Rogen.

But it's good to take this with a grain of salt, since neither Frank or anyone on the DT team ever confirmed anything- anywhere- about the plan being for the episode 'Let's Get Dangerous' truly being a backdoor pilot and for a season 4 of DT.

Here's the link to the full thread on Reddit.

@artist-fan146

[you-know-i-get-itt]

ok. starting a new series called Orpheus Listens To Sleep Token And Gets Psychologically Worse

1. kevaaron band au based on this

2. andrew gets killed by the moriyamas and neil loses his shit and kills everybody

3. jerejean happens kevin pining etc

4. sethaaron off/on hooking up & maybe the foxes find out about it

5. kevnicky

6. some weird anticanon au where aaron doesn't know andrew, goes to a party with seth, relapses, they drive home and sleep in the car

I COULD GO ON

THE SECOND ONE AND BLOOD SPORT IM GONNA BE SICK

oh my god never mind literally all of those. oh my god.

also orpheus i’m begging you to tell me more about 6 in particular. i will give you *looks around wildly and points at the first thing i see* all the socks you could wish for in return

[night-dark-woods]

ok Exordia review time (not spoiler free!) since i finished it a few days ago. this is long and rambling and unedited.

4/5 i love Seth's writing and im glad they got to play with scifi again BUT i think they needed a better editor OR to split it more cleanly into sections- in one of the interviews they said it was originally a series of novellas each from a single POV, and i think the constraint of that would have made it a much tighter story.

one of the best things about their Destiny lore is how much they do with so little- thinking of this section from the Beyond Light CE:

Disaster at the worksite. Clearly we will not be moving Clarity Control like we did the K1 artifact. It reacted violently to the attempt. I have entered 19 casualties into the log, since 19 engineers from the Hannu team were caught in its reaction...though there were many more than 19 bodies when it was finished. I have sequestered the recordings. Especially the sensorium telemetry. Quite upsetting. Yet I do not believe it was an act of hostility. Even this outburst carried themes of duplication...as if Clarity Control wanted to show it could help me.

which i was originally thinking of as a first run at Blackbird, but i think these may have been simultaneous? i'm not actually sure. i know Exordia was started after the first Baru book was published, but i'm not sure how much lead time there is for the CEs.

or the clarity of Unveiling compared to a lot of what felt like similar ideas that took much longer to get thru in Exordia. primes. pink noise. math. alright lets fucking gooo oh wait. five more pages of ethics first. okay sure i'll do that for ya Seth bc i love your prose. which also. a) conway game of life mentioned!!! b) this part from Exordia made me LOSE MY MIND:

But that was impossible. The whole universe came from the same source: the same designers. I was part of one of them. If I could only remember... We were arguing, I think. Or maybe we were the argument, because gods cannot do things, they can only be them. We were in contest over the morality of infinities: the cardinality of all possible souls measured against the mere infinity of souls to ever be born...

(this is the part from Unveiling, for the optimistically two people who will read this who haven't read Destiny lore):

Once upon a time,* a gardener and a winnower lived** together in a garden.*** * It was once before a time, because time had not yet begun. ** We did not live. We existed as principles of ontological dynamics that emerged from mathematical structures, as bodiless and inevitable as the primes. *** It was the field of possibility that prefigured existence. They existed, because they had to exist. They had no antecedent and no constituents, and there is no instrument of causality by which they could be portioned into components and assigned to some schematic of their origin. If you followed the umbilical of history in search of some ultimate atavistic embryo that became them, you would end your journey marooned here in this garden.

at the same time, idk what i would remove- at very few points was i reading something that dragged, with the exception of spending a LOT of time with Erik and Clayton in the middle (this is when i put the book down for a month and a half or so). and i know so many people were like sickos.jpg about them However their dynamic did sooo little for me and i don't think Rosamaria was given enough time on the page (and i think having her Be the ship was weird- i recognize that Blackbird needs to have a voice to make the plot go, but i don't think this was the best or neatest way to do it, and collapsed a lot of what i found fundamentally so interesting about Blackbird into something akin to a standard scifi Ship AI).

again i think the restriction of each section of the story being from a single POV might have been the restriction needed to end up with a tighter story- at no point were the multiple plot threads & POVs confusing, per say, but i'm not sure what the structure did for the story bc we could switch to whoever could tell us the most about what was happening whenever convenient, instead of having to piece things together from a limited POV. i'm thinking again of the BLCE, this time the part where Clovis is talking about Maya Sundaresh behaving erratically- i'm no Ishtar group expert but i believe we are supposed to put together that these are all different iterations of her from within the garden). oh- i also wonder if Aixue and Chaya are another run at Maya and Chioma to some degree...

anyway. i also think i am also less the target audience for this book because seth loooves their trolley problems and i simply do not have the patience for it! i loved the hard scifi and the first contact aspects and the character work (Seth's character work is, as always, spectacular. their characters always feel deeply real and flawed in very human ways, while still being exaggerated in the ways characters have to be to function as plot fulcrums), but this isnt something like Baru where i can be like yes you should read this to everyone i talk to.

I think the language in the book is DELIGHTFUL, as always, especially how Seth plays with the idea of an alien translator that sometimes can get an English equivalent to something and sometimes can't! i think that's very fun. because it's on my mind bc ive been listening to the Shelved by Genre episodes on it, it makes me think of Book of the New Sun, and how the "translator" figure of G.W. talks about picking words that are close but they aren't being used like we would use them now- e.g. "metal" in BotNS isnt the same thing we think of as metal! its used more broadly! but its close enough in purpose and point to work just fine. the destriers have horns. i need to know if Seth has read these books.

but back to Exordia. here are some specific prose parts i fucking loved.

this part of the full-page loving, detailed, and technical description of 40 alien nukes detonating in atmosphere:

In the band of thickening atmosphere twenty-five to thirty-five kilometers above the Earth, these gamma rays slam into atoms of oxygen and nitrogen, stripping their orbiting electrons. The orphaned electrons hurtle away at 90 percent of lightspeed. They want to go in a straight line, but hold on now, it's not so easy to leave home. Earth's magnetic field bends their course. They begin to spiral down. When an electron moving near lightspeed has to turn, it emits synchrotron radiation. Poison light. And beneath each bomb there are 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 electrons swerving at once. The result is a blast of electromagnetic noise. No: not noise. A coherent pulse, spiking and faling in harmony. Shiva's own beat drop on electrical civilization. An EMP.

This part. i love Anna and wish we got more of her.

He gives her back her Glock. She accepts it with resignation. "You'd better get your men ready," she says. "It's going to be bad." "Women too," he says, trying for lightness. "The pilot's a woman. We've got a female forward surgeon, a psyops lead, a linguist- she's pretty badass, ran with SEALs in Afghanistan. And Lt. Gainer, she might have some advice for-" "For what?" Anna says calmly. "Advice for what, Erik? How to get killed in a feminine way?"

Seth has such a good and specific way of writing metaphors. a little bit Douglas Adams:

The upshot is: the air around the engine exhaust beam explodes outward with a sound like a tuning fork hit by a Space Shuttle launch. Lung-jellying power. Anything in the beam path suffers the short, severe influence of a needle faster and hotter than a vajra thunderbolt. Anything around the beam eats fireball.

& this part. again. i wish more of the book was Anna and Ssrin's fucked up kismessitude. or whatever.

She slides the barrel of the weapon into the uppermost crater on Ssrin's spine. Slick pain makes Ssrin hiss in psuvoluntary fury: psuvoluntary because it is reflex subject to veto- she could quash it, but the feeling is deliciously wrong, and it is so good to bare her fangs and to unleash that ancient khai instinct of pain-as-motivation. "Questionsss," Ssrin gasps. "I want to know how this story ends." Oh serendura. You'll wish you hadn't asked. You'll wish you'd gone in with your eyes shut and your tongue in your throat so you couldn't smell the poison til it was too late.

which also!!! that's something i love about the Ssrin POV like. Seth is always good at writing aliens and slipping in details that tell us about them. "tongue in your throat" to not smell the poison bc she is a snake alien and smells with her tongue!!! that rules!!!

[silentsialia]

hi i kinda wanna get into wwe but uh like what is the shield breakup i rlly want to kw also can u like brief whatever is going on rn and what i should kw abt wwe sorry for the trouble

This is gonna be short because the entire Shield lore covers about 12 years and getting all of that information at once will just overwhelm you (it overwhelms me just thinking about it).

Basic wrestling terms that I'm gonna be using throughout this post:

Heel - wrestling antagonists / bad guys

Babyface - wrestling protagonists / good guys

The Shield is a faction consisting of Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, and Dean Ambrose (he left the WWE and now goes by Jon Moxley). They were formed as a group to initially protect CM Punk from other wrestlers. This was short lived, and they quickly rose to being the most popular faction on the main roster. The Shield would attack both babyfaces and heels to fight what they would see as "injustice". Now as to what the specific injustice is, you're gonna have to watch back old promos to find out, as that's basically up to interpretation. I recommend going on the Wikipedia page because it does a good job summarizing the feuds the faction was involved in.

On June 2, 2014 Seth Rollins betrayed Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns by attacking them with a chair. By doing so, he sided with The Authority. His main motive was to elevate himself into being a main eventer, and the face of WWE. Seth Rollins became the heel, Roman Reigns was now the babyface.

Last night's Wrestlemania main event showed a lot of parallels between how Rollins attacked Reigns and betrayed him back in 2014, to Roman being so blinded by rage & hurt from his past that it ultimately cost him his record breaking championship. A steel chair to the back has been synonymous with distrust and unfaithfulness. Seth Rollins is the babyface, trying to save Monday Night Raw from Roman Reigns and his family because he has basically had a monopoly on the show for the past 3-4 years. Roman Reigns is the heel and this was born in response to being mistreated by the fans & the WWE product just being unwatchable in 2019 (this is an essay I would have to write about some other day).

This thread does a very good job of summarizing the significance of Roman and Seth's rivalry and why this past wrestlemania was 10 years in the making.

[doamarierose-honoka]

What is it about an often-hungry and kind of lazy panda who is obsessed with kung fu that has resonated with audiences worldwide?

The Kung Fu Panda franchise — now 16 years old and four films in — centers on Po (Jack Black) who, along with his friends (voiced by a star-studded cast including Angelina Jolie, Lucy Liu, Seth Rogan and Jackie Chan), goes on adventures spanning the mystical and spiritual.

"I think people love pandas and people love kung fu, and we've got a combination," Black tells ABC News.

"The art is so great, I think we've got the best animators in the world. It's kind of like a dance between the voice acting, and these animators who've completed the performance."

For those who haven't seen the films, Po is the designated "Dragon Warrior", a kind of legendary Chosen One who can wield limitless power.

The first film focused on him figuring out who he wanted to be; he discovered more about his parents in the sequel, Kung Fu Panda 2; while Kung Fu Panda 3 saw him begin to pass on his skills to a new generation of panda cubs.

In the latest film, Master Shifu (Dustin Hoffman) wants Po to become the new Spiritual Leader of the Valley of the Peace, so Po must choose and anoint someone else as the new Dragon Warrior.

While Jolie, Chan and Liu don't return for this film, Bryan Cranston and James Hong reprise their roles as Po's dads. And rapper and actor Awkwafina joins the cast as Zhen, a fox burglar who crosses paths with Po during one of her thieving sprees.

When a shape-shifting sorcerer known as the Chameleon (Viola Davis) and her criminal network make themselves known, Po and Zhen team up to prevent her from getting her hands on the panda's staff of wisdom (which the Chameleon plans to use to summon Po's enemies back from the spirit realm).

"Zhen and Po are like the odd couple of the kung fu world, and it was exciting to explore their differences and watch them grow together," says Awkwafina.

"Zhen brings this scrappy, streetwise energy to the story, challenging Po in unexpected ways."

A mix of East and West

The humour and story of Kung Fu Panda is a part of why the films have charmed audiences globally.

The film series has also proven to be a massive hit in China, a highly lucrative but notoriously difficult market for Hollywood films to succeed in, because of limits the country places on foreign and Western films.

Plot threads often blend aspects of South-East Asian culture, like filial piety and duty to family, with more universal themes of working with others and having the confidence to forge your own path.

Awkwafina says it has meant a lot to her to see the franchise pay homage to Chinese culture.

"I think when [Kung Fu Panda] first came out, there wasn't a lot of movies that really took place [there], exemplifying those cultural traditions in that world," she says.

"So I'm really proud that it existed and to be a part of it now."

Black adds: "You know, any community that feels under-represented, one of the greatest ways to open up the stories to the world is to get creative.

"The ones that you've never heard before are often the most amazing ones."

The latest Kung Fu Panda also comes off the back of other successful animated films like Turning Red and Elemental, which explored similar themes of responsibility and loyalty, and growing up as part of an immigrant family.

"Those I really enjoyed, and I love Kung Fu Panda because they explore what it means to be a kid, have anxiety and what it means to be human I think in a way that's really unique," says Awkwafina.

"And I [want to] just continue watching stories that do that."

Into the future

Both actors say they related to the simple central message — to believe in yourself — that plays out across all the films.

"I definitely can think about certain times in my life, in my career, where I didn't believe in myself," Black says.

"Someone else gave me confidence and believed in me, and then I was able to push through my insecurities, and those moments and those people who gave me that strength mean so much to me, so I relate to it in that way."

Awkwafina adds, "I think it's hard to know when you're doing something right. It's hard to believe in yourself and Jack is right. It does take people to have to help you sometimes."

In terms of their characters' futures, Awkwafina says she wants Po and Zhen to "live, laugh, love".

"I'd like to see Po get even more spiritual," says Black.

"To somehow master the art of meditation and be able to create some inner peace."

Awkwafina jokingly adds: "I want to stop stealing, and we enter a program."

[rikomoriyama01]

Since I started personal writing challenge (1k words a day Ash invited me to play the ww uvu ) game by @/ kedreeva's

It’s WIP Wednesday (except it's Sunday bc I need headstart and to see what to focus on), time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited! If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write. Feel free to sent multiple asks All of them contain Riko as centrepiece

1. Roadkill canon divergence riko does not get shot/ canon typical TW's 2. Ship of Theseus AU in which riko left the nest at age of 18 and regretted it ever since /topics of self harm suicide grooming / slow burn recovery , very miserable but hopeful 3. Andreil foster home for peculiar charity cases slow burn recovery 4. Badger in fox den in which neil regrets not shutting up

big thanks to @noomyart for being my beta bc my english sucks and @jtl-fics for writing advice and creative support and any support I ever need

Snippet from Badger in fox den Riko was a fox now. Only by name though. Really, he was just a badger wanting to wait out the winter in their den. But even that wasn’t true, because the Fox Tower was off limits to him. After allegedly murdering Seth, supposedly breaking Kevin's hand and serving Andrew few weeks worth of psychological torture, he didn’t expect anything else. What confused him more, was his brother. His brother who looked much taller in person, more so because Riko never before felt so small and exposed, as he sat on the chair in the middle of the room. His arm ached as the drugs he was given wore off by now. He held onto the pain to keep himself whole, much more used to its presence than absence. “Ichirou,” he choked out with glossy eyes. Because his brother finally came to save him, the culmination of a lifetime of dreams shattered though with the press of cold metal to his temple. But the shot did not come, because in that moment the money and resources Riko sunk over the years for his senseless power plays were outweighed by the possibility that some of his blood could find a way on Ichirou’s pristine suit. Neil looked disappointed, even before Riko took another underserved breath, or Ichirou made a motion to pull the gun away. Neil could tell that the man who held their lives in his palm never killed someone with his hands, never saw the gruesome display The Butcher had forced them to witness. No, the Lord specialized in different kinds of pain. The disappointment turned into regret when Lord Moriyama looked back at him. Because now Riko was thrown to the Foxes, the Nest was closed, and Palmetto became the new patronage project of the Moriyamas.

[halfpintpeach]

11/29/23 WIP Wednesday

It's WIP Wednesday, once more!!

Rules as always:

• In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

• Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to play.

• After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

• That's it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

If you're reading this, you're invited!

Remember, you can ask for each WIP that is below! (Or even the same one again!)

This weeks WIPS are:

1. Tutor Neil

2. Teacher/Musician

3. The Tunnel

4. Dealers Choice (could be one of the above or something new!)

Snippet from The Tunnel below :))

With his seat near the window, Neil was privy to watching other students arrive. Many drove fancy, sleek cars with personalized plates. The area was known for being wealthy. It was the pink Porsche that rolled up that caught Neil’s attention though. The convertible top was up against the chill of the morning but somehow Neil knew who would step out. Despite never interacting with them before, he clearly recognized Allison Reynolds and Seth Gordon step out. From the backseat, a smaller form emerged. Despite the bright colors in her hair, Neil didn’t doubt that the girl, Renee Walker, could fade into the shadows easily. It was unnerving.

Voices began to fill the hall as students began to wander and mingle about the common areas. Neil watched a few more cars pull into the lot. There was a beast of a black car, one he was familiar with. There was no way to pinpoint how Neil came to know that the car was driven by Andrew, maybe someone had mentioned it in passing, but regardless he knew. 

[jojolightningfingers]

Pick your favorite fic/wip. #'s 4, 5, 7, 10, 13, 19, 21, 26

4. If the fic required it, what did you research in order to write it?

where the heart is has stalled out mainly because I am agonizing over 1. the original characters and 2. getting the details of how people in a little village way up in the mountains live accurate. How do they survive up there? How isolated are they? What will grow there, what kinds of food are viable, what can they reasonably be expected to HAVE? Hopefully one day I'm just like 'man fuck it' and remember that magic IS a part of that world and can shortcut for some of that stuff, but man.

5. Did you outline the fic?

I outline most fics these days, to some extent. Even the ones where I just start writing a scene because I want it out of my head (moth, meet flame comes to mind), I'll put notes to myself on things to incorporate, or directions the thread of the story follows. As I get more and more of those I'll start putting them in a rough order before I start trying to fill in the gaps around them. Most of my larger wips have somewhat more extensive outlines that I put together before writing much of them, but those are still more like reminders to myself of what I want to have happen when.

7. How did you decide what character(s) would narrate the fic?

Answered this for the first two parts of teethmarks already, and the same principle holds true for all of the stuff I write, I think. Mostly that decision is 'I want to see how [character], who has X characteristics, deals with this specific situation'. For WtHi, it's 'how does Therion, someone who was betrayed by his closest/only friend, who is a reserved, solitary, and wandersome individual as a result, deal with the solidarity Olberic offers in having had a similar experience, with having somewhere to go BACK to?' for THotS it's 'how does Grimmjow, who by means of survival equates touch to violence, who is human in spite of it all, learn to accept that he can WANT a softer touch?'; in mirror image to that, TMiYM asks 'how does Ichigo, who wants to protect people, who has a good heart at the center of his being, learn to accept the part of himself that WANTS violence?' Those two in particular are about accepting uncomfortable hidden aspects of oneself by accepting them as they are externalized in one another. (This is what a soulmate is to me)

Obviously this isn't quite as true for the erotic stuff necessarily: thy neighbor (thyself) was an exercise in having three narrators at once while also having only one narrator. Gogeta is Gogeta, but also Goku and Vegeta. I spent a LOT of time picking the wording such that some parts of it felt like one or the other (or both/neither). I guess for erotica the decision gets made by answering 'who gets fucked up the most by it?' In MMF, Ace really is doing this more or less for the hell of it (with a side of 'oh this blonde's eyeing me up but I don't think he realizes that, maybe he needs some encouragement?'); Sanji on the other hand is having an extremely lowkey Gay Panic about it. For before it's too late, admittedly they're both equally fucked up by the situation going on, but Seth has that added extra layer of 'I am a knight and Eirika is my liegelord, i SHOULD NOT BE DOING THIS.' This would occur to him because he's older and more experienced in the social systems he and Eirika exist in, he can't help but think of the consequences for both of them, but by the same token those systems as they pertain to the immediate have been blown to cinders. For Reiju in this cursed wip, it's because she numerically (the numbers are important) suffers more acts of violence, plus the inherent violence of the goal and their father's role in it. The brothers only have to bear one each. Ergo, her head has more to work with in it.

This answer got away from me but like. tldr bro, I can't explain it concisely. I pick it based on Vibes.

10. How did you approach writing the fic? (e.g. wrote it start to finish in order, started with the ending, starting with the twist)

I don't know that I've ever written anything start to finish in my life except maybe the vignette-adjacent works. Typically my stuff happens in two patterns: I'll either patchwork bits and pieces in the middle and work my way outwards to an opening and closing (as in a touch of home) or I'll pin down the opening and closing and figure out a good middle to hook them together (as in cutting instrument). I feel like you can sort of tell which, in general, is which, if you read enough of my stuff. Short answer: it almost always comes together in bits and pieces that I try to smooth into one contiguous whole.

13. Did you write any of the fic by hand? If yes, which parts? Do you find you write differently by hand vs typing?

Man, I haven't written fic entirely by hand in YEARS. Used to be I would do the rough drafts and a lot of the editing by hand, then type it up. They're very different to me and it mainly comes down to the editing aspect, not in a way that I feel like I can describe well. iykyk. Maybe the last fic that I know for sure I wrote any part of by hand is the jonadio from forever ago, I still have a clear memory of doing at LEAST the scene with Jotaro by hand.

19. While editing, did you kill any darlings? What were they?

Yes, but I hardly remember most of them since I'm not in the habit (yet) of using a scraps document. There is one bit I know I have from ch5 of THotS, since that whole thing was written almost entirely in the discord DMs:

“I want to apologize to you,” she says a little later, as you’re both preparing to scour for some poor unlucky bastard to eat. “For the comment I made a while ago.” You’re confused which one she means, there’s a lot you’d demand apology for from her, but her next words give you pause. “About your Fracciones. That was… unkind. I’m sorry.”

One of those things where I had an idea for where I wanted to go from that and lost it halfway through so I just cut it and did something else.

21. Did the fic end up shorter or longer than you had planned?

god they ALWAYS end up longer. always. why is TMiYM longer than the fic it was epiloguing. Why is MMF THAT fucking long. why.

26. Share your favorite detail

I don't know that I really have any...... I've read and reread all my work so much that it all kinda blurs together. How about this, how about yall tell me YOUR favorite details in the replies or smth. I like finding out what people notice the most.

thanks for your ask <3

[thornilee013]

WIP Wednesday

Time to pick up @/kedreeva 's game again this week!

Did I finish last week's yet? No. Have I barely gotten to last week's asks? Yes. Do I still crave more excuses to write? Of course.

Anyway, rules:

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

***PLEASE SEND IN THINGS. THIS IS LITERALLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY WEEK. YOU MAY ALWAYS SEND IN MULTIPLE REQUESTS TO ME!***

Here is what I have to offer this week:

1. Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic 2. Baby Jean 3. Dealer's Choice (aka I work on RBB project and then another random project) 4. Needle AU (CW: mentions of self harm, wound infections, and stalking) 5. 101 Ways Not to Say I Do

Snippet from the last installment of Needle AU under the cut!

Jean was truly grateful that Seth had kept up his training after high school. Without all that weight lifting, he wouldn't have been strong enough to hold Jean back. Certainly not while Riko had still been in their waiting area, and definitely not long enough for Riko to slip through the door.

Jean struggled one last time when Riko gave them a sly wave before making his way across the street, then let Seth push him back into another client chair.

"I'd like you to tell me what the fuck you think you're doing," Seth said, leaning over Jean in a way that kept the window out of Jean's sight.

"I was taking care of a potential client."

"We don't slap clients, Jean. I know you can be pretty thickheaded sometimes, but you're not that stupid. That kind of shit can get you fired, and that's not something you can afford."

Jean stared Seth in the eye, knowing that every word Seth said was true. And yet, he couldn't find it in him to regret his actions.