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words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful:

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain:

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted:

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe:

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 2 months

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This genuinely made my day- thank you so much! On a second note, I for real would have yelled at that guy for you istg-

bestie, beloved mutual, Neptune, I have for real been getting hit on at work by creepy older men and sometimes women multiple times a day, so I was wondering if you could do the more romantically inclined villains witnessing y/n having to deal with several of these people within a short amount of time? You could do any writing style that comes to mind, this is just my way of coping :D ily!!(platonic)

{if this is out of your comfort zone, please message me and kill me :)}

Omg I am so sorry you have to deal with that, as someone who’s had the same experience, I totally understand your frustration. Hang in there pookie ❤️

Villains reaction to (Y/N) being creeped on

TW: old man being creepy/harassment (stay safe everyone)

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During their time at Disney Parks, the Villain’s realized they aren’t the most evil people there

There was this older park attendant working in the same branch as (Y/N) and of course, in typical creep fashion he. would. not. leave. (Y/N). alone.

When they clock in for work “Good Morning (Y/N), I was thinking about you last night.”

During (Y/N)’s lunch break, he’d try to sit across from them. “I saw some kid spill her drink all over you, I have an extra shirt in my locker if you’d like to come with me and get it.”

God, even when they’re both supervising interactions with the Villains “I noticed that new Mickey Mouse pin on your chest, I should call you ‘my little Disney girl’”

All of this was enough for the Villains to notice, and if they’re existence wasn’t dependent on Disney, they would’ve flayed this guy the moment he made eye contact with (Y/N)

Each Villain has seen at least one instance of (Y/N)’s coworker hitting on them, and they all have their own idea of how to deal with the creep

Hades wants to tie the creep to the top of the magic castle and let the seagulls eat his liver

Maleficent is shining up her collection of medieval torture devices

Frollo wants him flogged

Facilier is currently sewing up a voodoo doll, all he needs is some of the old man’s hair

Scar is scheming ways to make his hyenas mauling the man look like an accident

Clayton, Gaston, and Sykes just want to shoot the guy

But for now everyone makes sure that (Y/N) isn’t alone with the guy, something (Y/N) appreciates more than anything

When (Y/N) come teary eyed to the Villains, you know damn well they’re gonna be treated like royalty.

Hook cooks the their favorite meal as Hades brings his best jokes to take their mind off being harassed

Cruella actually understands what (Y/N)s going through, having been a female in the male dominated fashion industry during the 50’s

“Chin up now dear, don’t let some man-thing get to you. Heavens know I had my fare share of degenerates when I started out my illustrious career!”

Even though they can’t physically touch the creep, it’s not a surprise that the man eventually disappeared quit

Something about a series of unfortunate circumstances that coincidentally happed in progression that lead him to have a mental breakdown and leave on short notice

When news of the creeps resignation, all the villains were like:

There are only two reasons the Villains could get along. 1. It’s for (Y/N) 2. The destruction of someone’s life.

(Y/N) has scary dog privileges, but the scary dogs are middle aged magicians

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Hope you enjoyed! Try not to let those old creeps get you down, they’re miserable folks who don’t deserve the time of day! (And for real a man called me his ‘little Disney girl’ when he noticed my Disney pin…. I’m 20..)

#disney villains #disney x reader #disney hades #captain hook #dr facilier #claude frollo #disney imagine #disney villains x reader #Neptune my beloved <3

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 2 months

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Hey, did you know that Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera novel is available free on Wikisource or Project Gutenberg? Did you also know that it is completely gloriously bugfuck bonkers?

When the ballerinas are talking they hear a noise outside, and the head ballerina goes to check it out with the knife she always has, straight up ready to stab a ghost

The phantom shows up at the dinner party between the new and old managers and nobody says anything because they all think he's with the other guys

He doesn't have any dramatic entry to the masquerade ball - he's just wandering around in a cape with DON'T TOUCH THIS GUY embroidered on it in gold, and when somebody does he grabs them and glares at them, because come on, man, my cape asked you to do one thing

The phantom’s name is Erik. We know this because my dude is constantly talking about himself in the third person like an anime imouto

Ever wonder why there's suddenly a horse in the musical? Turns out it's because he just fuckin' steals one. Dude gets himself a basement horse.

His lair is a house on an underground lake with specifically surreal "middle-class" decorations. Dude has, like, cabinets from Pottery Barn

Except for his own room, which is all in black, and where this goth motherfucker sleeps in a literal coffin because "One has to get used to everything in life, even to eternity"

Dude goes out shopping and makes lunch. Christine specifically talks about eating some shrimp and a chicken wing that he'd set out like fuckin' Pagan Min

Christine has way more spine and agency than in the musical. Erik doesn't just randomly decide to bring her back from the first abduction; she deliberately butters him up over two weeks to convince him she'll come back if he lets her go

Then when Raoul demands to know where she's been she's like buddy I was at the corner of Nunya and Business

It's also her own idea to stay so Erik can see her sing on stage one more time

Erik's eyes specifically glow in the dark. This is relevant because one night Raoul thinks he sees glowing eyes out on the balcony. He tries turning the light on and off a couple times, and they're still there, and not answering when he calls out. So he is sure it's the Phantom and shoots him with a gun. There's some blood and Raoul's brother is like dude you shot a cat, and it's never mentioned again, so I guess there really is a cat out there with a scar and a very weird story

The phantom claims that the chandelier just did that

And that's before it gets really insane.

#Erik destler #erik poto #phantom of the opera #erik the phantom

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 2 months

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Hello! Just watched POTO with my friend for their first time and it immediately yanked me back into my POTO obsession, so for the past three nights I’ve been reading you Erik content before bed. Thank you for feeding my delusions! Your writing is beautiful and I think x reader authors are super underrated and under appreciated!! Especially in this fandom!! Also apparently I’m more into submissive men then I thought… anyway, thank you so much and your writing is incredible <3 <3 <3

omg you’re so sweet- I’m glad I can share the poto obsession and the subby men love!~ Also, I absolutely love your profile pic istg-

#anon speaks #sunshine speaks

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 2 months

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what do you think would happen if, say, book!Erik was in one of his breakdowns and instead of just dealing with all his self loathing and sobbing, reader just… picks him up? I don’t think he would weigh that much, with him being so skeletal and all, and so the only thing would be his height making it kind of physically awkward. I dunno, I think that he might have one of those reactions like when people throw cheese on babies heads when they’re crying, but also I think he would be like “is this???? Affection????!!” hah!

I felt like this was fitting for Valentine's

mentions of kidnap, obsessive tendencies, mentions of murder

Carrying the Phantom

To say he would be caught off-guard would be an understatement

Not only that you are lifting him, but the bold display of your affection as well

I feel like this would be his one moment of true shock--where he's truly doesn't know what to do

Only when you lay him down on the loveseat to rest his head on your lap does he regain his senses

Clutching the fabric of your clothing to his face, relaxing completely around you for the first time

While you stroke his head, he will murmur in words half rambling and half meant to be heard of how much he loves you, how you are his muse

His love for you was no lesser before, but I think this might be the first time he ever truly lowers his guard around you

If he kidnapped you and forced you into living with him, then he would have obvious reservations at all moments that you might be vying for escape

But even if not, he holds an overarching belief that he is not worthy or capable of being loved and having a normal relationship, that you don't truly want to be with him

Be warned though, the first time he experiences the utter bliss of being defenceless and being cared for, he will vie for your attention and admirations very frequently

Hoping to receive your praise and affections, but too guarded or shy to openly express it

I think his behaviour would be similar to seeking validation for his appearance: trying to catch your eye and trying to impress you with his musical capabilities

For his part, he would definitely enjoy singing gentle melodies as you drift off to sleep

And his music would be the primary way he communicates his love for you, since he is both isn't accustomed to expressing his love in more direct manners

Even if he appears averse to physical affection (though this is not truly the case) know that you are the inspiration for all his compositions

Erik despite his soft vulnerability in these moments, still has a possessive streak within him that will take significantly more time to undo

He is, after all, an experienced murderer

That is to say, perhaps no twisted act is out of the picture when it comes to love

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 2 months

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Ahhhh! Thank you for the tag, @masksonmasks!

Last song I listened to: “Are you bored yet?” By Wallows (feat. Clairo)! I saw a Gravity Falls edit of Stanford Pines on TikTok with this song and was hooked immediately-

Currently reading: Dracula by Bram Stoker! I went to a book store with a few of my friends in Ann Arbor a few days ago and they had a special collectable edition!

Currently watching: Gravity Falls, season two! Well, more like rewatching, tbh- The show was a big part of my childhood, and I am a diehard Ford simp down to my very bones.

tags! I don’t have nine, but I still have some!: @seaslugfanclub @potol0ver @madammidnightsblog

Get to Know Me Better game

Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better. Thanks for the tag @deliciouskeys !

Last song I listened to: "Alive!" from Death Takes A Holiday. I've heard so-so things about the show as a whole, but I really enjoy the cast recording. The show also has a very "Phantom Fugue"-like song called "Death is in the House", which isn't too surprising since Maury Yeston wrote both this and Phantom.

Currently reading: Oath and Honor by Liz Cheney. Christmas present/recommendation from my dad.

Currently Watching: I learned The Gilded Age is a thing! About halfway through season 1 now.

Tagging with zero stress, but I'd like to know: @horrorgirl4life, @christinedaaeunofficial @starryknight565, @sunshine-for-serotonin, @waistcoatntails, @lilyrosegold, @ollifree, @kosmochlor

#Sunshine speaks #my beloveds

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 3 months

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He’s so bbygirl I don’t even care-

Hi! I really love The (Y/N)’s Pamphlet fic you wrote, especially Hook's reaction to (Y/N) having a crush, and I was curious about how Hook might have developed feelings for them? (And if the other villains felt the same way as Hook but are better at hiding it? 👀)

Love this question!!! Hook and (Y/N)’s relationship is something I’ll definitely elaborate more on when I write about how they met, but for now I’ll give you the general outline! Enjoy ❤️

🪝Hooked on a Feeling🪝

(Y/N)s first interaction with Hook was when they saw Peter Pan messing with the ex-pirate

Like Pan was REALLY causing Hook to throw a fit

(Y/N) tricked Peter into leaving the scene, allowing them to take Hook to the side and help calm him down. They gave him their water bottle to cool off and took him away from all the prying eyes of the guests

From then on (Y/N) has always been Hooks biggest supporter, next to Smee of course

In the beginning, Hook was still wary of (Y/N)’s intentions, not used to having someone who genuinely sided with him

But it’s the little things that made him realize his feelings for (Y/N)

When the pain of his amputation starts to flare up, (Y/N) will get him an ice pack and/or some painkillers

(Y/N) makes sure that no park goers pull or touch his hook

That one time some brat pushed (Y/N) into a fountain and shook got a full view of them in a wet T-shirt

Hook and (Y/N) have dinner together every Tuesday, Hook loves the praise and (Y/N) loves the free food

Hooks crush on (Y/N) really became known when Medusas alligators broke free from their enclosure and began chasing Hook

To panicked to notice, Hook leapt into (Y/N) arms, screeching for them to save him

(Y/N), holding the grown ass man in their arms, kicked Brutus in the snout and kept ahold of him until Medusa was able to get control of her pets

Hook realized where he was, and when he looked up at (Y/N)s worried face…..

Yeah that did it, the man was ‘hooked’

From then on Hook was more open to his flirting, despite the ridicule from his fellow villains. He just brushes it off as them being jealous (he’s totally right)

Even though he has a crush on (Y/N), it’s not the healthiest

He needs CONSTANT validation from them, Hook isn’t the most secure scallywag

May or may not have stolen some personal items from (Y/N)’s locker, but what do you expect from a pirate?

But most of the time Hook is the perfect gentleman, (Y/N) prefers to hang with him when the other villains get too raunchy

#disney villains #self insert #disney x reader #captain hook #disney villains x reader

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 3 months

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Just wanted to say I really enjoy your writing. I hope whatever is going in your life is good or at least has a silver lining.

awww, that’s so sweet of you! Things have been going pretty well, I’ve just been super busy with my work and college, plus I’m preparing to actually move to my dream college in August! I hope things are going well for you too, my dear!

#sunshine speaks #Algeadragon🐉

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So glad you're back sunshine! That scarab post was awesome and got me simping for him but sadly there isn't much content out there for him lol

Hi hi! I’m glad that you’re glad I’m back , my lovely! :) ngl, I was actually super nervous to post that oneshot because it’s very much hard for me to properly grasp his character-

but I agree that there’s not a lot of content for him, much less submissive content :(

I do hope to kind of get back into the swing of writing hopefully, and thanks for checking in!!

#sunshine speaks #anon speaks

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I did things just a bit different in order to keep the flow in my brain going, but hopefully you like it still!

God damn this took forever-

❣️It should be noted I write Scarab with a nonhuman dick❣️

❣️reader is also vaguely mentioned to have a decent sized chest at one point, but it can also be interpreted that you’re just wearing a tight fitting top❣️

❣️Scarab demands to “properly” court reader when they’re done as a stipulation❣️

❣️reader gets a lil mean but is generally a soft dom and she’s only mean because Scarab gets a bit bratty❣️

Being a friend of Fiona’s, of course you were concerned when she and Cake went missing, only to return a few days later after you, Gary, and Marshall Lee had scoured the city looking for her, raving about how your universe was bound to turn magical any second and how you all lived in some dude named Simons head.

….did her overalls just talk?????

After Fiona and Cake try explaining things more thoroughly to you three to clear up confusion, (it didn’t help much), they had both run off to try and find a portal, leaving you, Gary, and Marshall to talk amongst yourselves.

….at least you would have, had it not been for the commotion emanating from where they had run off too.

Arriving at the scene, you just barely managed to catch the oversized, red, alien looking bug that had been launched at you through the air by a poorly aimed kick from Cake.

Immediately, the creature began to try and bite you, struggling in your grasp to break free with its large yellow eyes unfocused and wild.

looking it over curiously, you noticed the large crystal that had embedded itself in the creatures exoskeleton. It looked painful, to say the least.

Gently cooing at it, you cradled the agitated bug to your chest.

“Poor thing, no wonder you’re so worked up! That must be so uncomfortable…”

Something about you speaking to it caused the creature to calm down slightly, staring up at you and blinking owlishly as it began to focus on your face, stilling enough for you to pry the crystal from its back.

“There you go, that’s it… good beetle…”

You could have sworn you saw a red coloration coat just under its eyes at your soothing praise, a small purr rumbling from it and causing small vibrations to shake its body.

After tossing the crystal to Fiona, you wrapped both arms around your new “companion” and hummed thoughtfully, taking note that it was still staring up at your face.

“You know, you’re quite cute when you’re not so fussy.”

more dark red spread across its cheeks to the point you knew you weren’t imagining anything, now avoiding your gaze by closing its eyes.

Gently stroking its abdomen seemed to make the purring increase, and it almost seemed like the creature was unaware of its actions, feeling the spikes on its joints dig themselves into your clothes so that you couldn’t pry it off.

“Ah, that thing seems quite attached to you, (y/n)…”

*gasp* “(y/n), quick, put him down! That’s Scarab and he’s dangerous! Give him to cake to contain him for now!”

”Scarab, huh?”

At you saying his name, the mini Scarab nodded and pressed his face against you.

“Are you sure he’s dangerous, Fiona? Look at how cute he’s being!”

“(Y/N)!!!”

“ugh, fffiiinnnneeee…”

When you try to gently pull the mini Scarab off of you, it starts to squirm to try to keep its sharp appendages stuck to your clothes.

seeing as though you weren’t going to give up trying to get him off of you, Scarab licked your neck to catch you off guard and quickly crawled under your shirt to rest against your chest when your grip loosened in shock.

looking down at the yellow eyes that slowly closed as he rested against your chest, you sighed.

“Dude, there’s not enough room for you in there. Every time I take a breath, the combination of you and my boobs makes me worry my top will break.”

When you tried to reach for him to take him out from your shirt, the mini Scarab glared at you so fiercely you gave up.

“okay, okay, fine- you can stay there, but my friends are going to take you sooner or later.”

All that comment got in response was a low purr and the closing of eyes as you rewrapped your arms around him.

After making your way back to Fiona’s apartment once the other Scarabs had been rounded up, you tried to carefully remove the sleeping Scarab from your being, only for it to awake and start babbling indecipherable things as it clung to you tighter.

“Uh, guys? A little help here?”

Despite all the efforts of your friends, Scarab held onto you stubbornly, sharp cries of “No!” emanating from his mouth.

“Fiona, are you sure he’s dangerous? All he seems to be doing is clinging to (y/n)…”

“Marshall, he literally tried to kill me and Cake! But…. Maybe it would be a good idea for her to keep holding him. We’d be able to better prevent him from fully forming that way.”

At Fiona’s words, Scarab looked up at you and let out another purr, nuzzling into your hands.

“For a cosmic god auditor, you sure are a clingy little thing…”

Glaring up at you before hiding his face in your chest, Scarab felt you walk around the room and release one of your arms from around him to open Fiona’s fridge.

Taking out a pumpkin bar, you took a few bites before noticing Scarabs gaze fixated on your lips. Not saying anything, you broke a piece of the bar off and placed it in his mouth, watching as he gave a purr and mindlessly began chewing, still hyper focused on your mouth.

Back and forth you two went, you carefully feeding Scarab while he stared at your face with such intensity that you almost wondered if he was even aware he was eating.

By the time you two had finished eating, you just barely registered the deafening silence that had taken over the room. Strange, considering the other mini Scarabs had never shut up about calling your friends “abominations” and other various insults.

turning, you saw that all the other scarabs were also staring at you, seemingly in a trance.

when your gaze would land on any of them, they would whimper pathetically and try to paw out of their enclosures, the ones in glass jars only being stopped by your friends firmly gripping the containers.

unlike with LSP, they weren’t doing this to manipulate you into freeing them. They had seen how gentle you were with their other counterpart, and they wanted that softness all to themselves.

“Well, they all seem to like (y/n)…”

“Yeah…”

You were startled out of your thoughts when you felt something wet and slimy moving over the expanse of your neck before something started sucking on your skin, like a muscular straw.

Looking down, became shocked and appalled to see that scarab was seemingly using his tongue to suck small marks onto your skin, essentially non traditionally formed hickeys.

“Hey! Stop, you’re going to leave a mark!”

Once again, the red bugs only response was another low purr and an increased fervor for marking your skin.

With a sigh, you simple rolled your eyes and walked back over to your friends with an annoyed look on your face.

“Kiss each oth-”

“Stop that train of thought right there.”

Eventually you all made your way outside, the mini scarab still held tightly in your arms, before a loud explosion turned all of your attentions to Fiona’s apartment complex, now with a gaping hole in the side.

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Smoke poured from the side of the once pristine complex, a much larger version of the mini Scarab in your arms standing in the ruins with its eyes scanning the surrounding areas before locking on you. Before any of you had the chance to react, the large creature leapt down to the ground and skittered over, barreling into you and knocking you to the ground. It’s large eyes gazed at you and the smile on its face revealed several razor sharp teeth before it shoved its head beneath your shirt to merge with its other mini counterpart, a white glow overtaking its body before the fully formed Scarab appeared and pulled his head from your shirt to glare at your friends.

“Crossovers…”

“Oh, Crud.” “Oh no, he’s hot-”

All you could do was stare up at him in fear as Scarab suddenly turned his gaze down to you, still half laying on top of you as the eyes of his mask narrowed. Everyone held there breath for a few seconds before Scarab murmured in a quiet voice;

“Not you… stay out of this.”

Before anyone could react, Scarab snatched you up and skittered to the top of the now ruined apartment, wrapping you up tightly before going to fight your friends and destroy the universe as you tried to escape your bonds.

You weren’t sure how long had passed, but through tons of spite fueled cursing and you wriggling around, you had eventually managed to escape the apartment and track down Scarab, creeping up to him as he blasted another building out of existence. Thinking quick, you jumped on his back, doing your best to wrangle the crystal out of his hands.

“Wha- you! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Stopping you from destroying my world! Seriously, what’s your deal?!”

Through some squirming and manhandling on both of your parts, you manage to get Scarab on his back as you keep him pinned by straddling his waist. You’re certain he could throw you off if he truly wanted to, and yet he doesn’t.

“Now you listen here. This is my world, my entire existence! And you think it’s alright for you to come here and start destroying everything I love? You think it’s okay to just tie me up and let me sit by as you decimate the lives of millions of people? Well it’s not.”

You jab a finger into where his tie lays, paying no mind to the way Scarab trembles and shudders beneath you. You assume it’s from rage or shock at the audacity you had of standing up to a god auditor. After a few seconds, he looks away, unable to meet your gaze. You’re about to make a retort, something along the lines of “What? Can’t even look at me now?” When you feel something slick prodding at your underwear beneath your skirt.

“What…?”

Looking down at where your hips trapped his and moving back slightly, you saw that a slit had opened up in Scarabs suit, and a thick pink muscle was slowly coming out, twitching and oozing a white liquid. As if that was not strange enough, the thing began to move on its own and almost tie itself up in a knot, like it was its own sentient being. You look up at Scarab in shock, your lips slightly agape as surprise coats your expression. He still wouldn’t look at you, a thick blush coating his cheeks.

“Scarab, are you…?”

“…yes… don’t look at me.”

“I would’ve expected you to deny it, honestly.”

“It would be pointless, seeing as it’s so obvious. Besides… it would be improper to lie a young woman. Stop staring.”

It was incredible, seeing the behemoth of a being reduced to nothing but flushed cheeks and shy whimpers beneath you. You don’t even think he realized it, but he had moved his hands to your hips and was nervously rubbing circles into your sides, marveling at the feeling of how squishy and soft you were against his exoskeleton. As you sat there, partly out of shock and embarrassment and also partly to figure out what your next steps should be, you could feel small movements coming from Scarabs hips. Looking down, you could see that the movements were aborted thrusts and that his dick was now flushed a painful looking shade of red, with what you assumed to be precum leaking rapidly from the tip and pooling on his tummy. An idea started forming in your head.

“You know…”

Your hands began to languidly explore the expanse of Scarabs exoskeleton, feeling him shudder and bite back a whimper low in his throat.

“I would be willing to help you out with this, if you follow my requests.”

You watched as his eye sockets narrowed, obviously not wanting to comply, but also very desperate and needing you.

“What… what are your requests?”

“One, you have to let me see you. That means no hiding behind your faceplates. Two, you have to buy my world some time, at least give my friends a chance to try and save ourselves. Do we have a deal?”

Scarabs disbelief was tangible, the shock that you struck such a hard bargain shaking him to his core.

“Buy your world time? You can’t just-!”

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

It was silent for a few seconds and you feared he may reject your offer and go back to destroying your world, weird tentacle boner and all. Luckily your fears were washed away as his faceplates slid back, allowing you to see the flustered yellow eyes staring up at you.

“I accept your terms. But I have a request of my own to make. When we are done, you must agree to let me court you properly.”

“Do you really want to dance that dance?”

“I do. Even when this world is destroyed, you must agree to come with me and let me be your partner.”

“What a gentleman. I also accept those terms, but my world will not be destroyed. We’ll find a way.”

“We shall see.”

With that, you moved yourself to rest against Scarabs dick, grinding against the appendage and feeling the inhuman ridges bump against your clit through your underwear. Not having expected the pleasurable contact, Scarab startled and gave a little whine, bucking his hips without meaning to as his eyes became half-lidded. You couldn’t help but give him a little smirk.

“Sensitive, huh? Tell me, have you ever had anyone touch you before?”

The look Scarab gave you was a mix of a glare and a plea, and from that alone you could take a gander and be certain in yourself you knew the answer. Shaking his head no, Scarab wrapped his arms around you, wanting you close. He could feel your slickness through your underwear, mixing with his own steady stream of precum.

“Aww, how cute~”

“Please-mmm~…”

At his begging, you could feel the heat in your lower belly start to pool, urging you to just go ahead and fuck him already. He hadn’t even truly felt your pussy and he was already a moaning, keening mess beneath your hips. Leaning down, you began to suck and kiss along his neck, paying no mind to the strange texture.

“Mm, ah! Please, I-I wanna be inside!”

“Shhh, it’s okay… I’ll put you in. If it ever gets to be too much, just tell me to stop, okay?”

Giving you an eager nod, Scarabs eyes were practically rolling in his sockets as his dick gave an eager twitch. As soon as you had lifted your hips even slightly, it was squirming beneath your underwear and into your pussy, stretching you out on the thick appendage as you let out a satisfied hiss from between your teeth. Scarab on the other hand couldn’t help the high pitched moan that escaped from his vocal chords, sounding more like a desperate cry than anything else. Letting out a breathless giggle, you check in on Scarab, trying to focus through the feeling of his cock wriggling inside of you.

“How do you feel, Scara?”

All you could hear on his end were breathless moans, grappling with the feeling of you surrounding him as he struggled to form coherent thoughts.

“Feeling a little overwhelmed?”

"Maybe… but… it feels so good… I can't even explain it… I'm-I'm-hngh…”

The only thing on his mind is how good you feel and he just wants you to keep going, how he wants you to use him like a toy and let him fill you to the brim with his cum. Taking the hint, you began to roll your hips in a steady motion as you lazily played with your clit, a smug grin on your lips.

“Good boy, Scarab~ Taking everything so well and making me feel so good~”

“D-Don’t-haah-! Don’t patronize me… mmm-!”

“Please, you love it. Wanna know how I know?~ It’s because your dick writhes every time I even remotely praise you.”

Now that pulled a keen from his throat, despite him looking like he would rather swallow glass than admit it. Feeling the pleasure start to pool in your tummy, you decide to really start toying with him.

“Look at you, needing a human like me to tell you what a good boy you are in order to get off~ How does it feel to rely on an “abomination” for the praise you oh so desperately need, Scara?~”

“I-I don’t-mmm! I don’t need your praise! Aah!”

“Really? Then what if I told you that you weren’t being good? What if I told you how pathetic you were and that you were nothing more to me than a quick fuck to save my world?”

Those comments were enough to bring tears to Scarabs eyes, and he barely managed to speak through the cacophony of his own sniffles and moans.

“N-no, don’t like that-!”

“That’s what I thought. So just accept that you’re my good boy and I’ll praise you as much as you want, ‘kay, good boy?”

Nodding his head, Scarab began to frantically buck his hips as he felt the coil in his lower stomach begin to tighten rapidly from you calling him a good boy.

“You’re all mine, lovely~ Taking everything so perfect~”

Scarab looks at you and now he seems to be getting a bit emotional again. You are saying such good things to him and it makes him feel so incredibly good and special.

"I'm proud to be yours… I'm-I'm lucky. And… and it feels so good to… to hear you praise me!”

Smirking, you throw your head back as you let out a small moan, him finally giving in and admitting defeat made this all so much sweeter than you could have ever imagined as you continued the rapid pace of your hips, a ring of creamy white coating the base of Scarab’s dick from the inhuman amount of precum he was leaking combined with your slick.

“mmm~ Gonna cum for me, lovey? Gonna fill me up like the good boy you are?~”

That seemed to do it, a wanton cry erupting from the depths of Scarab’s being as he came with an almost frightening amount of force, filling up every bit of space your pussy could possibly have and dripping out of you to collect in the space between your bodies. Tensing your thighs and leaning down, you bit harshly into the dip between his neck and shoulder, feeling your own high crash over you and waves of bliss rocked your body and you thoroughly milked Scarab’s cock.

With a shuddering sigh, you slowly lifted yourself off of Scarab’s hips, slipping him out of you with a wet squelch and moving your underwear back into place as you settled beside him.

“You alright? You seem a little out of it…”

“I… I am fine, I simply need a minute.”

Thinking for a second, you looked down at him and cupped his face from where he lay panting, gently brushing his skin with your fingers.

“If you can get us into one of the empty buildings, we can take a bath and get cleaned up. I imagine you don’t want to go around attempting to destroy my world covered in cum.”

Your words pulled just a hint of a smile to his mouth, yellow eyes peering up at you like you were the most perfect thing in existence. You couldn’t help but think to yourself that you were absolutely going to fuck him more often if this is what he was like post-orgasm.

“You… you’re going to clean me up? Really?”

“Of course! What kind of partner would I be otherwise?”

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a/n: Howdy, my loves! I realize this took a long time to get out, and I apologize for the radio silence, but I hope this is satisfactory for my fellow Fiona and Cake fans!

Drink water and take care of yourselves or I’m going to be under your bed tonight :)

byyyyyeeeeee!

#scarab fionna and cake #scarab the god auditor #scarab smut #scarab adventure time #scarab x reader #scarab x reader smut #Yandere scarab

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Twst/DDV AU? [OB!Characters]

Has anyone ever done a Twisted Wonderland/Disney Dreamlight Valley AU? A reader that comes from DDV, who knows and even grew up with all of the seven (I know not all of them are in the game, but they surely can be added with time), and the reader just keeps on talking about them as if they were friends. The scandal!

Riddle would collar you as soon as you dared to speak so casually of the Queen of Hearts, but once you showed him some pictures of you and the Queen going on tea parties, he would be so sorry for it. He would be fascinated with you because if the Queen was that close of a friend with you, surely it was for a good reason!

Leona would be somewhat impressed. I mean, Scar isn't one to be friendly with anyone, so you getting along with Scar would make him want to find out how interesting you truly are.

As soon as Azul hears that you are friends with Ursula, you are getting promotional coupons for Monstro Lounge. You want something that isn't on the menu? He's got you covered! Someone is annoying you? They will be taken care of! Of course, all of it comes at a cost. Azul wants to know everything about his greatest idol, Ursula!

Kalim would be fascinated to learn that you know any of the seven. He would want you to spend the day at Scarabia just so you could share all your childhood tales with them. Kalim might even host a party so that everyone could come together and listen to your stories. In the middle of all those tales, you notice that whenever you bring up Jafar, Jamil seems to be somewhat more interested in the topic.

By the Seven! Vil wants—no, he needs to know all the details. Is she as beautiful as they state in the stories? Just like Kalim, you spend most of the time telling everything to Vil like some gossip. He will be doing your makeup while you talk. Rook joins to ask you about Snow White, and you swear that you had never seen Vil roll his eyes so badly at someone.

Idia wouldn't be very interested in the subject. Or would he? He can't deny that it is kind of impressive you knowing the Seven and even being friends with all of them. He'd probably overhear some of your stories through some cameras, and soon Ortho would catch him being so enthralled in them that he would invite you over to meet his brother in person. Much to Idia's dismay.

This literally means you know Malleus's grandmother, you totally have her blessing for the two of you to get married. He would be so surprised! And when you go into full detail with various stories, he can't stop but hear them, almost as if he is looking at some gargoyles.

When you return to Dreamlight Valley and meet up with the Seven, you talk about all the boys you have met that oddly resemble each of them. Slowly, this seems to turn into a betting game between the Seven to see which one of the boys you will end up with. Each one of them will hold your attention for as long as possible to talk about their favorite, and they will sabotage everyone's ideas.

You will be having a tea party with Riddle, the two of you laughing at some silly stories you were telling him. The Queen of Hearts is so giddy and happy, and then it starts raining heavily, ruining the tea date. Maleficia grins at The Queen of Hearts for ruining her plans.

One day, you are napping with Leona in the botanical garden, enjoying such a peaceful moment. He is reaching for you, trying to take you in a hug when suddenly a bucket of water is dropped on top of him! Oops! You look at the student in question, and for a second, feel that their eyes had a weird tone of color to them but didn't question it as you watched Leona run after them. There you have Jafar mocking Scar's lazy tactics.

Eating lunch with Azul, the two of you talk about school-related stuff, his hand getting slowly closer to yours on top of the table. But before he can hold it, he starts coughing, needing to excuse himself to the bathroom. The Evil Queen laughs, having tampered with Azul's food, and Ursula can only watch as she plans her revenge.

Jamil and you are cooking; he is teaching you some of the dishes from Scalding Sands. You watch as he places his hand on top of yours, trying to demonstrate how to correctly cut the vegetables, and then a fire starts! Jamil apologizes millions of times, for this had never happened before. And Jafar rolls his eyes as he hears Hades's laugh behind him.

Helping you pick out some clothes, Vil decides that the best option would be making custom clothes for you. He takes your measurements, touching your soft skin with the excuse of getting the right fit. The intimate moment gets interrupted when a thunderbolt sounds outside, and you watch as Vil's face pales, he had nicked himself with the needle, piercing his perfect skin. He leaves you there alone for the next few moments, as The Evil Queen takes notes on how to ruin Maleficia's day.

Malleus and you are walking around the school campus at night on your typical stroll. There is a small lake next to the two of you, your hands touching from time to time as he slowly gains the courage to fully take hold of your hand. However, a fish literally spits water on him, ruining the moment. Maleficia needs to hold her own magical powers before she fries Ursula.

I didn't write about Scar and The Queen of Hearts sabotaging the dates because, to be honest, I don't know what they could do. I believe Scar would heavily focus on talking about how Leona is perfect for you in every aspect, flaunting his wealth and good looks. The Queen of Hearts would also have a similar approach, she would invite you to have some tea with her while speaking of Riddle's charm and his composed gentleman ways.

If this was been done before, or something similar please do tell me because I love this idea so much and I totally want to see more of it.

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #disney villains #disney villains x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 4 months

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Been getting really into Mediterranean fruits lately, call that a hyper-figs-ation, HA!

#I’m not dead #here’s a Frollo meme to prove it #judge claude frollo #judge frollo #disney hades #disney villains

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 5 months

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me currently writing my little scarab smut shot-

My constant struggle when writing PWP

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 6 months

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Music To Bring Us Together

(This one was on my mind for a while (yes a certain fic of mine has a twin of sorts to this...) sooo yeah it just took a while to write it actually up.

If anyone wants a steamy followup to this particular chapter then say so and maybe i'll gather my spoons Oh and I've decided to call this kind of series The Phantom and his Songbird so enjoy:

A Celebration for Two

Things Better Left Unshared )

If asked separately both Erik's and your answer to what your favorite time of the week was, it would be the same: it was when you had the chance to get away from everything at the opera and had time to go spend the night with the lonely ghost that lived below the operahouse. He lived for those times, unable to stand the fact that he still could not simply always be with his beloved, to hold and shower you in affection and attention constantly, but he had even in small bits learned his lesson from before and he would not dare do anything that could even possibly make him lose you. He would wait, impatiently, and watch and admire you from afar despite wanting to do so far more personally, and when the time came he'd appear and whisk you away and the smile you'd wear on your face would send his heart a flutter to think that there really was someone who enjoyed his company and didn't fear his face. Could he truly believe it? Of course not, he still expected some trick, some lie or deceit of how this was not real, could not be real, and that you truly did fear and hate him for all he was, had done and could be. The gentleness of your tone and kiss to try and reassure him calmed the voices within for a time but never enough; he needed you by his side always and how you wished you could be but you did love the Opera Populaire for what it was and could be, almost as much as you loved it's resident Phantom.

Today was one such day; a break in rehearsals and you slipped away to that small side room, knowing that any second the secret passage would open and Erik would appear. You could always go down yourself, how many times had you walked it to the being able to do so in your sleep if necessary, but you knew how much the man loved to be able to whisk you away and who were you to ruin that for him? The Phantom, still spoken of in terrified whispers and hunted by those who knew and remembered, had so few joys as far as you could tell, things that truly could bring him happiness and peace in his admittedly lonely existence; to take this one away was far too cruel to you and thus you would not. Part of you wished instead that you could do more.

You had only been waiting for a fraction of time when there came the familiar sound of the hidden doorway opening and familiar touch upon your hand. Some days he grabbed you so fast and hard you could practically taste his desperation and need for closeness but this was not one of those days. His touch was light, almost hesitant, and you knew exactly what to do: you smiled and moved your hand to entwine your fingers in his, your tone soft and happy as you spoke, “Erik.”

“Songbird,” he responded and you were pulled close into a tight hug; you were surrounded by the scent of roses and old paper, ivory and water and wood.

And yarn; you could feel a familiar scarf against your face and could not help but smile brighter. Since you'd given it to him for your shared birthday he become stuck between wanting to constantly wear it and treating it like some precious treasure bestowed upon him by a god. Which you supposed made some sense considering his feelings about you. You of course were happiest seeing him wear it, able to see him enjoying your little present and know you had done well in making it for him. It added a little color to his darkness, a light for the man sometimes lost to the shadows but a man who nevertheless you loved dearly.

“Shall we go down to the lair now?” As much as you loved being in his arms, and you truly did, the secrecy of his hideaway under the operahouse gave you both the space and ability to do more than this small room ever could.

The fact you would ask brought a shiver of delight to him and a smile to those ruined lips of his. It was like a puppy being offered a walk in the park by it's master, an apt enough comparison considering how he reacted to you. Luckily you liked that in him, the excitement he seemed to get from the acceptance you gave and the lack of fear you had for him.

He moved with the swiftness and ease of exactly what he was and the two of you were soon off, practically gliding over steps to go down, down, down deep below, into catacombs, into an abyss lit only by candlelight, past traps that were sent not to harm you but to prevent any from following, to an all too familiar lake. You settled into your seat upon the boat and watched him, unable to resist a smile at how he looked as he rowed you both across.

Once, near the beginning of this love you had found yourself in, you had offered to help only to see the strangest look of shock to cross his face. He had refused so verehemently you at first had been hurt before it had come out that rather he couldn't imagine making you do such a thing, that it was in his mind only right he do so for you and that you need only relax. The fact you had been hurt by his refusal even for a second had left him devestated in such a way that required quite a bit of cuddling and hair stroking and reassurance. It was one of those things you found both funny and adorable about Erik: he, the Phantom, terror of the Opera Populaire, murderer and genius, could be so full of confidence and self-importance yet so easily fall to the deeps of despair and terror with the simplicity of love. The complexity of his character was fascinating and endearing, making you unable to tear your eyes away at times when the layers started to show.

The trip across was like that, full of you watching him, adoring his figure as again he looked more the imposing Phantom than the lovesick puppy, though every time he caught you staring with your adoring gaze, his face turned red behind his mask and you only continued to smile knowing it. His eyes would widen, it was hard to miss as someone who so often looked at him, watched him. He brought you to shore without a word though you were sure his mind had a thousand and one things he wished to say to you, sing to you, beg of you.

Erik stepped out first and like the gentleman he really was he offered his hand to help you step out of the boat. This too was something you could do on your own, as easily remembered as every other step of this trip, and again it was something you would never try to take from your phantom. You placed your hand in his and saw him smile so brightly and happily; you stepped off the boat and into his arms once more. Any chance he had he seemed to take in hugging you, holding you, as if afraid that if he didn't keep doing it you might prove to be an illusion, a dream he conjured up from nothing to replace the dark and painful memories of his love for Christine Daae. You of course were indeed real and warm and loved him even knowing what had happened, what he had done. Because behind the rumors and stories and fears, you had found a man who was desperate for love yet never knew how quite to get it or give it healthily.

After he seemed convinced for the moment that you did care and would be going nowhere, Erik led you into the house proper and you sat in the sitting room, watching as he went back to being the adorable Erik that you knew and adored. His fluttering around, muttering about how best to please you, what he would do for you, what kind of food he should make, what kind of music he should play. Part of you was half tempted to tell him to just sit down with you so you could cuddle for a while; he always seemed to like that as did you, though if it went on for too long he would start to cry and weep about how he was not worthy of such softness, of how he was a monster and you were a sweet songbird, that he was something even his own mother could not love so how could you? You did not mind reassuring him of course, it was normal enough for you both at this point and being able to give your sweet traumatized Erik some love and reassurance was something you were happy to be able to do. But tonight, tonight you wished for something different.

You smiled as he made another pass across your path and you spoke up, making sure to be heard, “Erik, I do have a request.”

This immediately stopped him in his tracks and he turned to you, wide eyed, before falling to his knees before you. Requests from you were rather rare; you did not often ask much of him, because he always had hundreds of ideas and plans, because you knew he liked having some control in his life and this was an easy one, because you did not like to impose or possibly trouble him. But he jumped at any request you did make and fumbled to take your hands in his, staring right into your soul it seemed.

“Your Erik is listening, anything my songbird wants, I will give you; just ask and it will be done.” He didn't slip entirely into third person which was a good thing in your book; his emotions sometimes got so overwhelming he couldn't help it and you didn't mind but you didn't want to overwhelm him today.

You squeezed his hands with another smile. “I wish for you to teach me to play something”

He seemed taken aback, blinking a few times and staring at you in confusion. But of course, you were a songbird, a singer, and that was all you truly really ever asked to be; you liked to be part of the choir, to let the music fill your lungs and fill the air. You'd never before expressed an interest in learning more than that but you had listened to him play so many instruments, he loved to show off to you like a peacock shows off it's feathers to a potential mate, and you found yourself curious to try. No, you were more curious to be able to try to play alongside him one day; you may never reach the level of a natural talent like his but you wanted to at least try.

“You...you wish to learn an instrument?” He asked his words slow and measured.

You nodded and he let go of you so quick you felt you might get whiplash. Especially as he quickly ran from the room like his cloak was on fire. The speed with which he moved, grabbing case after case from another room and placing them all on the coffee table before you was honestly both a bit shocking and very amusing. You had a pile of them soon enough, of slightly different sizes and shapes, but you recognized them all as instrument cases; you tried not to giggle or laugh as he continued this until you had so many to choose from it was a bit silly. And finally he stood still, breathing hard and looking at you expectedly, practically bouncing on his heels with excitement and energy.

“Which would you like, songbird? Your Erik can you teach any instrument, Erik is very good at all of them, Erik is a master of them and Erik would love to be able to teach you, just please tell Erik which you want please please please?” Oh no now he was completely into third person.

You stood up and gently took his face in his hands, careful not to upset his mask since it would help him ground a bit better. “Breathe, my angel, please. I already know which instrument I want to play but if you're going to teach me then I need you to breathe and not panic so, alright?”

He whimpered, a good whimper, maybe too good of one; he shuffled on his feet and closed his eyes at your touch before nodding. You would take it and smiled before kissing him lightly upon the lips. It was hard to resist such a good boy.

“Which...which one does...do you want Er...me to teach you?” he asked, trying his hardest to pull himself together, you could see it; he bit his lip and looked at you with such expectation and love it made your heart flutter. How could one man be so precious and so adorable and so dangerous all at once?

You smiled again and pulled away from him, the whine he gave was not a happy one but he did not hold you back; you leaned down to the table and gently pulled from it one case in particular, opening it to reveal a beautifully crafted violin. His eyes widened at your choice and you did not need to ask to know why; you had heard all the stories, all the legends. Knew that Christine Daae's father was a known violinist, that Erik had once used that knowledge and that violin to try to entrance her in the graveyard after the disasters before. And thus there was a shadow that clung to it, so much so that while you knew he had it, you had never heard him play it; you supposed it held too much of a memory of his failures, of his darker side, that he had been too afraid.

You were not though. Gently, reverently, you removed the instrument from it's casing and took up the bow with one hand. It felt cold in your hands and heavier than you expected but you refused to back down now from your choice. You turned your gaze back to him, still smiling, still hopeful as you spoke, “I wish you to teach me this one, Erik.”

“I...” he seemed to be in some shock but at least he stayed in first person; he opened his mouth only to shut it again, emotions running across his face at incredible speeds.

He cleared his throat, tried to collect himself, and attempted to speak again, “Are you sure? There are better ones I can teach you.”

You both knew that was a lie. Few were as beautiful as a violin when played right; only the piano and organ were more precious and close to his soul as that violin. But memories were a terrible thing and there were things Erik still never did that you suspected were from that terrible, terrible experience.

You were resilent though and stubborn, shaking your head. “I really wish to learn the violin, please Erik? I couldn't imagine learning from anyone else, for who else could possibly be as good as you are at playing it. And I have heard such beautiful things when a violin and piano play together by those whose skill are no doubt less than your own and so surely with your instruction...” You were not playing fair with him. He could be fluttery and excitable and oh so absolutely adorable and lovable with you but you knew there was a pride there and a part of him that did wish so terribly to be able to teach you. And here you were, tantalizing him on both regards, drawing on those parts of him in hopes of getting what you wanted. You could see in his expression the fight between doing so, allowing his pride to win out or his fear.

“But,” he said in a voice no louder than a whisper, a fearful small thing and you were reminded how sensitive your phantom truly could be.

It hurt you and you lowered the instrument, approaching him. “Oh Erik, sweet angel, I truly wish to learn but I don't wish to cause you actual distress, I promise.”

He looked up at you and your eyes met; you smiled gently at him, lovingly, and he bit a ruined lip. You wanted this, you truly did and you wanted it to be the violin but if it really was so hard on him to teach you, if pushing it would only hurt him more, you supposed you would need to let it be. Because it wasn't worth harming the man you loved so much.

Finally a sigh left him and he shook his head. “No, my wonderful songbird, I...I will teach you. Your Erik will do anything my songbird wishes of me.”

A smile formed on his face and you felt your heart swell with how cute it made him. Any expression of happiness was always a good one to you and you nodded, kissing his cheek. “Thank you, mon ange.”

Erik's heart fluttered at the kiss and his smile grew before he cleared his throat again. “Now let's see about your stance.”

You did not expect so much touching yet one he took a deep breath to compose himself his hands moved along your body, adjusting it, moving your arm, your head, the instrument so that it was cradled just right, that your fingers were in the right positions. Your skin heated up as he placed his hands on your waist and commanded, not asked, you to play. “A few notes, just to start.”

You did as instructed and only got in a few before he clicked his tongue and stopped you, readjusting you slightly. “No no no, relax, let the music fill you like when you sing. But instead you make the violin sing for you; caress it, feel it, the bow is an extension of your body, not simply a tool. Now again.”

Again you tried and felt his hands on you. They were warm, even through your dress, and your heart pounded hearing his breathing in your ear. You knew you were far from perfect, this being your first time, but it was better than you expected, because he had made sure of it. But it was strange to you; learning was something you had asked for, wanted, and you knew he could be passionate about teaching, something you always had been able to gently dissauage in him when it came to your singing. But perhaps the closeness, the actual physical contact, made this feel all the different, and you couldn't help but think as well how warm his breath was and strong his grip and how you wished to obey that smooth, alluring, commanding voice. So different than your Erik, your sweet and often self conscious angel, your excitable and loveable man, who slipped into third person at the smallest embarrassment or flustering, who smiled so geniunely and clung and loved with such intensity but not like this. His intensity was normally of desperation and love; this was passion of a different nature and it made heat build up within your heart like a fire you were not sure you wished to have extinguished. It felt both wonderous and a bit strange.

He nodded behind you, making pleased noises that only made it worse inside you. “Good good, much better. Though you still are far too tense.”

He placed a hand over yours holding the bow and closed his eyes. “You know how it feels to become one with the music, I know you do, songbird, just translate that to this.”

You certainly tried. You tried to take a deep breath, to forget he was there, that he was touching you, that he was so close. To focus on the notes, the violin, the music; get a feel for each note, what it was like, what it felt like, which was which and how they sounded together and in sequence. But Erik was a horrible distraction and you could not focus with his hands on you.

“Erik,” you muttered and this seemed to be to no avail; perhaps he was too far into his own mind, the Angel of Music he once was creeping out and overtaking.

“Focus, my songbird.” His voice was so exact, how could you possibly disobey?

“Erik,” you repeated and felt your heart ready to pound out of your chest.

“Give into the music.” His grip tightened both over your hand and at your side and you had to work very hard not to shake and play incorrectly. Even with all this you did not want to do that.

He was not listening and you were not sure you could take much more of this. But you being the smart songbird you were, knew of one thing that your angel could never resist no matter what happened, a thing that was guaranteed to break him of anything and return him to his sweet blubbering self.

It took all of your strength to pull it off, gripped as you were by his strong callused hands, but you managed by some miracle to turn enough to press your lips to his. Erik's eyes widened behind his mask and you knew that his whole face was turning red, could feel his hands lighten their grip, his body start to stiffen as it often did when you kissed him only to relax again. And move to grab your arms and pull you ever closer; Erik was a master of music but he was a slave to your love and desperate as always for every bit of it he could get. To be kissed by you was something he seemed always to want more and normally you delighted in giving it to him, everything you could. All the love you could muster for this sweet broken man. But the fire inside you was still burning and the aching that grew from the way he had spoken, the power of the Angel of Music, and there was plenty of desperation of your own as you leaned into the kiss, into him, only to have to break away for the all too human need of air. You both panted and you could see how blown out his pupils seemed to be as he looked at you.

“Songbird,” he said in a low voice.

“No fair,” you muttered in response and bit your lip, “All too unfair.” How did this man, this phantom in the dark, have such power yet seem so delicate and sensitive so much of the time? You did not know the answer to it but you knew it was unfair, that such a beautiful soul had to feel and be trapped by the past, by insecurities, by others.

“What is unfair?” he asked and there was still an edge, a trace of the angel within the man.

“Everything,” you stated and looked back at him, into those eyes that roiled with such emotion and thought, at your Erik, “But especially that you only seem able to have confidence in yourself and your place in the world when it comes to music.”

That seemed to fluster him but you took the opportunity to kiss him again, no little light thing as the flame inside continued to burn. If not for the violin and bow in your hands you would have grabbed hold of him but you did not dare drop the precious instrument, for him and for yourself, thus you could only lean into him and want more while getting only that. You heard him whine behind the kiss but Erik did not resist it and that grip he had on you loosened only so he could wrap his arms around you. How he delighted in holding you, it burned you more because here was his soft side showing again and you felt a tear hit your face. Not your own, his; the kiss broke again and he was looking at you with that sad expression he would get when things started to overwhelm the man, filling him up and demanding to be let out.

“Songbird,” he repeated with the essence of the whine woven in.

“We will have to continue the lesson later.” When you can explain better, when you can tell him gently how much it made your heart race to feel his touch, your skin burn to feel his breath against your neck, your body yearn because of the power of the Angel's voice and the love for the man. But right now you could not, need was too strong and he nodded all too quickly, sidetracked so easily by you.

He let you go long enough for you to be able to put the violin and bow safely away and close the case but not a second longer. His arms wrapped around you again, pulling you close and picked you up, burying his face in your neck. “Your Erik wishes to be loved by you, please.”

“I wish to be loved by you as well, mon ange,” you whispered to him.

That's all you needed to say. The instruments and music were left behind as he carried you off to his room, to make music with you of a different type.

#Holy fuck #this is amazing #erik x reader #poto

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