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onsunnyside · 2 years

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OMFG SONNY OKAY SO stepdad!ari x naive!inexperienced!stepdaughter and bicep choking😩maybe you’re sat on the couch watching a film and he just comes up behind you putting that arm round your throat while whispering dirty things in your ear🥵🥵

“i see the way you look at me honey, i can smell how wet you are. you gunna let daddy fuck you huh? you want him to play with your little pussy?” fuuUUUUUUUUUCK

it’s summer but for the sake of filth, what does stepdad!ari want for Christmas? 🫠 the answer is you

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | stepdad!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | age gap, stepcest, stepdad!ari (he’s a warning), dilf!ari, inexperienced!reader, size difference, smut - minors dni, daddy kink, unprotected sex (p in v), choking (bicep choking), spitting, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, a pinch of dacryphilia, ruined kink, size kink, overstimulation, mhm balls. implied: pussy spanking, panty stealing.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1311

P.S.: at the time of writing this, I was only thinking of the image of Ari and combined the prompt with Christmas on the whim, completely randomly. Yes, I know his character is Jewish, and I’m sorry if I offended anyone, it was not my intention. This was just for a fun little party and I wasn’t thinking, please don’t read this if it offends you.

🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The red and green lights are a blur, and the forgotten Christmas movie is still playing on the television, the jolly soundtrack a disgusting contrast to your current sin.

You wetly gasp his name and your nails dig into his skin, but he’s unrelentless. He’s so much bigger than you in both height and mass, a threatening force railing into your body like a hungry beast. Your hand slides between the two of you, pushing him back.

Ari freezes, heavily breathing against your neck. “If you don’t move your hand, I’m gonna pull out and leave you here.”

Whining, you grasp onto his forearm with both hands. The rocking picks up again, your hips digging into the cushions as pathetic choked whimpers escape your tight throat. Your stepfather flexes, his bicep constricting your airflow and fueling the fire in your tummy. You moan loudly, desperately trying to meet his thrusts, but he’s too much and you’re too fucked out.

“Poor baby, can't even think, huh?” He chuckles lowly, “fuck, can feel you dripping down my balls. Such a filthy whore—letting your stepdad fuck you, soaking my cock like it’s your fuckin job. Who knew you were such a perv?”

If you could, you’d scoff at the irony of it. After all, he was the one who commented on your dress and sat at the end of the couch in perfect view of your panty-less core. If he sat anywhere else in the living room, he wouldn’t see your bare folds, already wet because he just looked so good in his striped button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Knowing Ari, he’d say something like “would you rather not have me compliment you?”

Perhaps any other person, but with Ari, you wanted him and all the attention he could offer. Which right now was inappropriate knowing your relationship and his marriage to your mother.

You know you should feel ashamed, but there isn’t any room for anything other than hot pleasure with Ari’s thick length splitting you open.

He’s straddling your ass, his pelvis slapping against your flesh with every thrust, sending your juices down your slit onto the couch and his heavy balls.

“Bad girl, you like being choked? Like how much bigger I am than you, how I can just throw you around wherever I want?” He leans down, gripping the arm of the couch inches from your flushed face. His beard scratches your jaw as he noses your cheek, “like a dumb little doll.” He grunts when you clench around him, sucking his thick cock deeper.

“That’s it, make a filthy mess for daddy. You’re gonna clean it up later. Suck my cock, clean your stupid mess—”

“Never done that, uh! Had someone—in my mouth.”

If possible, Ari gets harder at that, “Daddy’s gonna teach you, don’t worry.” His big hand lands several spanks on your ass, “look at you, ruining your mother’s couch, imagine how disappointed she’ll be.”

You try to escape his punishment, but he yanks you back onto his cock by your hips, pinning you down with your arms behind your back as you weep into the cushion.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess? Daddy isn’t done using this cunt.”

Tears stream down your face, “Y-You’re too deep—ah!” You squeal when he falls over you,

His face is in the crook of your neck, filthy words jumbling in your foggy mind.

You’re trapped under him, his weight pinning you down, pressing you into the soft cushions. “That’s it, take daddy’s cock. Dumb little baby, you can handle it, can’t you?” He rasps over the lewd wet squelching of your bodies, “you can. Or else you would’ve worn panties.”

“Didn’t have—any clean ones.” You shudder.

“Why? Are you giving them away to boys?”

“N-No!”

Ari hums, “Don’t know if I believe you, sweetheart.” He sits back up and works into you, pounding into your tight cunt, making you slide up the couch until you brace yourself on the arm.

He spits down, his salvia lands on your puckered hole and trails down to your stretched pussy, joining the cream coating his length. His rough fingers collect your slick, and you jump at the extra sensation, pulsating around his girth.

He groans gutturally around his digits—and his collection of your dirty panties is forgotten, now that he’s had the real thing, nothing will give the same sick satisfaction. “Have you ever tasted yourself before?”

You shake your head, or try to at least. Suddenly wet fingers slide deep into your mouth, touching the back of your throat as you gag.

“God, I love that noise. You’re gonna choke on my cock too.” Ari’s balls slam into your swollen clit, still sore from his ‘experimental slaps’ as he called them. You can’t decide if you want him to spank your button again, or keep fucking your guts.

“I can only imagine how you’ll fit my balls in your mouth, you gonna gag on them too? Get me even more filthy because you’re so fucking small?”

His hips stutter when you tighten, “you like that? Like when I talk about how tiny you are compared to me?” His assumptions are confirmed when you subtly move against him, hiccuping his name. “Your little cunt can barely take me, you know that? Daddy’s tearing you open, just because you’re a fucking whore desperate for cock. Never been fucked like this, huh?”

His bulbous tip slams into your spot, forcing your juices out with every ruthless thrust. He takes great pride in your convulses, and the way your fingers pierce the cushion. “Know you haven’t, haven’t been fucked much at all, poor girl. Don’t worry, we’re gonna make up for it.”

Your toes curl in pleasure, thighs trembling under him. You cry out a mantra of daddy, your unexpected high is too powerful and it yanks away your breath. Ari pulls you by the back of your head, extending your neck as you gasp for air. You feel a rush of wetness and almost scream as he drags out your orgasm, it’s so intense it almost hurts—but you love it.

“That’s my good girl. Daddy loves when you make a mess, means I’m doing something right.” Ari’s hips pick up the pace again, starting with thorough grinds that bleed into hard pumps. The cushion is soaked and your wetness clings to his skin, forming a white ring at the base of his cock, smearing down to his heavy sack.

Ari stares down where you meet, your puffy folds struggling to take him. “Poor baby, little cunt is quivering.” He tuts, “c’mon, I know you can give me another.”

Your garbled reply is far too cute for your act of betrayal.

He catches sight of the twinkling lights, the decorated Christmas tree with the Angel on top, staring down at you. The foul satire makes him even more greedy to tear you apart. “You know what I want for Christmas, baby?”

You can’t even manage any words as he fucks you brainless. All your fantasies were crumbs compared to this, the times you’ve woken up wet and bothered over a dirty dream about your stepfather—you thought those fictitious scenarios were obscene. But, reality has proven you terribly wrong.

You’ve never been happier to be wrong.

“Want you to be my little fuck doll, daddy’s cock drunk slut. I’m gonna teach you, train you and your little holes so I could use you whenever I want.” He groans, spreading your cheeks to watch his fat length spear you open. Bare, raw, it takes every ounce of control to not fill you up because there is still a Christmas party in fifteen minutes.

“And, if you’re on the nice list, I’ll give you my cum. Don’t you want daddy’s seed in your pretty cunt, wanna be pumped full until you can’t take anymore?”

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princess-sof-time · 1 year

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Sorry A-chan, I took the "send all the requests you want" as a personal challenge hahaha hope you don't mind ❤️ you can take revenge on me when I open requests if you want

I was hearing Idol (again xd) and then I got an idea, could you write for Ai, Aqua and Ruby with a crush that is a really big fan of Ai and know a lot of her songs and all, but also is really smart and already suspect that she usually lies, but also like that part of her, pretty please 🥺❤️

I can't wait!!! My little revenge, hehehe 🤪

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ──────

🄰🄸 🄷🄾🅂🄷🄸🄽🄾

• Ai was drawn to the reader, who was a devoted fan and knew all of her songs and career details. It was evident that he was a genuine admirer. But what most captivated Ai was the remarkable intelligence of the reader, who already suspected that she used to lie from time to time.

• While other fans might be disappointed or outraged by the lies, the reader seemed to appreciate that part of Ai. He understood that she was more than just a picture perfect idol. This understanding and acceptance of Ai's duality awakened a special bond in both of them.

• There she found herself enchanted by someone who knew her so well, someone who could see through her lies and still admire her. This unique connection fueled their curiosity and interest in getting to know the reader better.

• As Ai took the stage for yet another performance, her eyes met. She felt a shiver run over her skin as she realized the deep connection they shared. It was a powerful feeling, based on love and mutual understanding.

• Ai couldn't wait to explore that relationship with the reader, to open up and reveal the true essence behind the masks she wore. Together, they could embark on a journey of mutual discovery, where music and sincerity would be the soundtrack to her love story.

🄰🅀🅄🄰 🄷🄾🅂🄷🄸🄽🄾

• Aqua was amazed by the reader's dedication, who knew Ai Hoshino's songs inside out. It was evident that the reader was a true fan, capable of accurately quoting lyrics and details from Ai's career. But what truly impressed Aqua was the reader's sharp intelligence, not only appreciating the songs but also suspecting Ai's occasional lies.

• This intelligent and perceptive perception of the reader enchanted Aqua. She watched as he understood the complexity of her mother, accepting her in her entirety, including her imperfections. While others might feel disappointed or rejected, the reader seemed to find beauty even in the darkest parts of Ai.

• Aqua felt a special connection with the reader, a bond that went beyond their shared love for Ai's music. She longed to explore this connection, diving into deep and passionate conversations about Ai's art and personality, sharing their own perspectives, and discovering more about the reader.

🅁🅄🄱🅈 🄷🄾🅂🄷🄸🄽🄾

• Ruby was fascinated by the reader's crush on her mother, Ai Hoshino. It was impressive how he knew every song, every detail of Ai's career. However, what most captivated Ruby was the perceptive intelligence of the reader, who already suspected the lies that Ai told from time to time.

• Ruby admired the reader's ability to see through the lies and appreciate her mother in her entirety. He understood that Ai was a complex and multifaceted person, and this appealed to Ruby deeply. She saw in the reader someone who not only loved Ai's music, but also understood her essence as a human being.

• The connection Ruby felt with the reader went beyond fandom. They shared a special bond, based on their love for Ai and their ability to see beyond appearances. Ruby couldn't wait to open up and explore that connection, delving into meaningful conversations and revealing her own personal journey alongside the reader.

Pinterest: Credits of used icons : jijii_ ame, hikki, Scarlett

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ──────

#oshi no ko x reader #aqua hoshino x reader #ruby hoshino x reader #ai hoshino x reader

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definitelynotshouting · 2 months

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The salmon swam in a slow, lazy circle.

It would drift up, close to the shoreline, then turn, and batter once more against the world border. Sand and seagrass would stir in its wake, before settling, and the cycle would begin anew.

Grian could do nothing but watch it.

Wasn’t much else to do.

Up, shoreline, down, border.

It seemed cruel, to let this happen. To watch this salmon swim in its tiny pool of water- trapped in a loop it can’t escape.

It had been just upstream, a few days ago. It had hovered just outside the world border, before slipping inside- seemingly without even realising what it was getting itself into.

Without even realising it had doomed itself, with that one, fatal mistake.

The salmon suddenly switched, changed its path, and started looping in the opposite direction.

Down, border, up, shoreline.

Maybe it’s lonely. It’s been stuck in that section of the pool for a while, after all. Alone.

Maybe it’s hungry. Grian can’t imagine there’s much in the way of food down there. Yesterday, he gave it some bread crumbs. He only has two loaves left, now- acacia biomes never had the best land for farming.

Maybe it’s scared of Grian. He had been watching it for a good few hours today. He would be scared, too, in its place. Confused. Bewildered. Overwhelmed. Panicked.

Because it was so free, just a couple days ago. It could swim as far as it wanted up and down the riverbank, with all of its fishy friends. Now it was trapped. Alone.

Naïve little fish.

Has it even realised that its freedom is gone? That now it’s stuck here- forever powerless, under the scrutiny of a creature that won’t give it pity?

Has it even realised that despite all of its suffering, it will never gain anything?

…

Grian does not bother naming the salmon. In a few days, he will run out of bread, and the wheat will not have grown.

The salmon will be cooked crudely in a furnace, with sticks used as fuel- and Grian will ration its remains until the next crop harvest.

Then he’ll ration those crops until the next poor victim wanders in.

And then the cycle will begin anew.

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uhh same anon as the one that sent in that other snippet (minecraft soundtrack headcanon). assuming i actually remembered to send in the other one.

i dont know?? what i ate?? to write this?? like am i cooking or is it just almost 1am and i need to Go To Bed.

in my mind the parrallels and forshadowing and implications are all on a corkboard being tied together with red string. the dots, ive connected them. its been salmon all along

THIS HITS ANON I TRULY LOVE THESE SNIPPETS.... insanely flattered to be receiving them for hunger au 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it really is all about those repeating cycles, huh. Smth smth the cycle of not only violence but also loneliness and isolation. And theres something so haunting about the idea that his hunger started even before he became a Watcher

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #fic for me #OHOHO SO GOOD #I LOVE ITTTTT #grian #hermitcraft #evo smp #evo watchers #fic recs #txt

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arenaofimagination · 2 months

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Son Heung-min: Candlelit Dinner

S/N POV

The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the cozy corner of the quaint London restaurant where Heung-min and I found ourselves seated. The ambiance was perfect for an intimate evening, and the aroma of delicious dishes wafted through the air. Heung-min, with his warm smile, looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest.

As we perused the menu, our eyes met, and a shared understanding passed between us. This wasn't just any dinner; it was a celebration of our connection and a moment to delve into each other's dreams and aspirations. The low hum of conversation and gentle clinking of cutlery created a soothing soundtrack to our evening.

We began with a light chatter about our day, the city, and the charming ambiance of the restaurant. Heung-min's eyes sparkled with genuine interest as I spoke, and I found myself drawn to the way his laughter resonated in the cozy space. The initial nervousness I felt melted away, replaced by a warmth that hinted at the promise of a beautiful night ahead.

As the first course arrived, Heung-min steered the conversation towards our dreams and aspirations. There was a sincerity in the way he asked, a genuine curiosity that made me feel truly seen. I took a moment to savor the fragrant aroma of the dish before delving into my thoughts.

"I've always dreamt of creating something meaningful, something that leaves a positive impact on people's lives," I confessed, swirling the wine in my glass. "Whether it's through art, writing, or any form of expression, I want to contribute to the world in a way that resonates with others."

Heung-min nodded; his expression thoughtful. "That's beautiful. What inspires you the most in your creative pursuits?"

The question sparked a lively exchange about inspiration, creativity, and the little moments that fueled our passions. As the conversation deepened, so did the connection between us. Heung-min shared his own dreams, painting a vivid picture of his desire to leave a lasting legacy in football, both on and off the field.

"I want to be remembered not just as a skilled player, but as someone who made a positive impact on the lives of those around me," he explained, his eyes reflecting a determination that resonated with the fiery passion of his career.

The waiter cleared the plates, and the flickering candles cast dancing shadows across our faces. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to share such a personal exchange. The night held the promise of a deeper connection, and the genuine exchange of dreams and aspirations had laid the foundation for something special.

As the main course arrived, our conversation shifted towards our journeys, the paths that had led us to this very moment. Heung-min shared anecdotes from his childhood in South Korea, the challenges he faced, and the unwavering support of his family. In turn, I spoke about the winding roads of self-discovery, the highs and lows that had shaped my perspective on life.

Our stories intertwined like the delicate flavors on our plates, creating a tapestry of shared experiences. The realization that our dreams were not solitary endeavors but threads that could be woven together brought a new level of connection. The authenticity of our exchange became the glue that bound us in that intimate London setting.

Dessert arrived, a sweet conclusion to an evening filled with laughter, dreams, and shared aspirations. Heung-min reached across the table to gently hold my hand, a silent acknowledgment of the newfound connection that had blossomed between us. The soft glow of the candles reflected in his eyes, creating a moment suspended in time.

As we savored the last bites of dessert, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the night. In the heart of London, amidst the bustling city, two souls had discovered a connection that transcended the ordinary. The restaurant, with its candlelit ambiance and delicious cuisine, had become the backdrop for a chapter that would forever be etched in our memories.

As the evening drew to a close, we left the restaurant hand in hand, stepping out into the cool London night. The city lights shimmered around us, a reflection of the newfound warmth within. With dreams shared and aspirations laid bare, Heung-min and I walked into the future, our hearts alight with the promise of a journey embarked upon together.

#futebol #imagines #imagines futebol #tottenham hotspur #son heung min #son heungmin #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n

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mellowcherryblossomblaze · 3 months

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More Than Anything (Trolls Version)

(AKA what happens when you listen to the Trolls: Band Together and Hazbin Hotel soundtracks back-to-back. Also, I recommend keeping tissues nearby and reading this in a secluded area, as chances are you WILL cry while reading this, continue at your own risk.)

(So for context, Branch and John Dory are stuck together in a cave somewhere, and Branch is on the verge of a breakdown due to the stress of his brothers returning to his life, and John Dory possibly moving to the village permanently.)

Branch: You all remember when

We tried this all before

Our mistakes were too hard to repair

And in the end

I could lose it all again

So how do I know it’s worth fighting for?

More than anything

I’m scared of being lonely more than anything…

John Dory: Branch, you don’t need to be worried anymore- -

Branch: I’m ALWAYS worried! You know why? Because at any moment, something’s gonna snap, or I’m gonna snap, and you guys will freak out and leave and I’ll never see you again! I know that’s gonna happen eventually, I just…don’t want it to be because of me this time.

John Dory: Branch…

When we were young, I didn’t really know you at all

‘Cause you were still so small

But I’d hear you singing from right down the hall

(A flashback shows a teenage John Dory working on writing a song, only to be distracted by something from outside the room. He peeked his head out and could vaguely see baby Branch in his room, singing happily while playing with his toy Croco. John Dory chuckled fondly at the scene.)

Sometimes, you tried to join the show

You danced so happily

It filled my aching heart with glee

(A different flashback showed BroZone during one of their concerts, about halfway through a song. Branch is seen eagerly watching from backstage, before sprinting out to join them, having become accustomed to most of their dance routines since his brothers rehearse in the house so often. His older brothers paused their routine in shock, including John Dory, who had been struggling to keep up his tired, fake smile throughout the song. But the smile became genuine as he hoisted his baby brother up and hugged him tightly, the others joining in soon after.)

So in the end

It’s the view I had of you

That showed me trolls could find hope anywhere

(Another flashback skipped ahead a couple of years, when John Dory had originally returned from his hike on the Neverglade Trail, only to find nothing, as the Pop Trolls had been captured by the Bergens and taken to Bergen Town. But John Dory didn’t even know the Bergens existed back then, so he was left with no clue as to any of there whereabouts, including what remained of his family. He then pulled out a photo from his hair of him and Branch, the baby grinning as John Dory put a pair of sunglasses on him. Somehow, looking at this fueled John Dory with a renewed determination, as he then adjusted his goggles before setting off into the forest to continue searching.)

More than anything

I want to help our family more than anything…

(Sadly, John Dory was never able to find the other Pop Trolls, as they wouldn’t escape and flee even further into the part of the woods that would become their new home for another year or so. But by then, John Dory had given up his search and returned to the Neverglades, never finding a trace of his youngest brothers’ survival…until he heard a story on the radio about two Pop Trolls stopping what had become known as the “Rock-Apocalypse.” John Dory knows he messed up, he knows the way he treated Branch after their first reunion was wrong, but he wants to make up for it by being there for his baby brother when he needed him the most. Thankfully, it seemed like he and Branch were getting through to each other for the first time and finally getting to know the brother they knew the least about. Ironically though, it seems that they might be the most similar ones)

John Dory: I’ve been dying to find out who you are

Branch: I’ve been waiting, wanting the same thing!

John Dory: Nice to know that branches don’t fall far

Branch: Took you a while

John Dory: I’ve missed that smile

Both: All that I’m hoping

Now that my eyes are open

Is that we can start again

Not be pulled apart again

‘Cause in the end

You’re a part of who I am

John Dory: I’ll be by your side, whatever lies in store!

Branch: And who could ask for more?

John Dory: More than anything

Branch: More than anything

John Dory: More than anything!

Branch: More than anything!

Both: I’m grateful you’re my brother more than anything!

More than anything…

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls fandom #branch #john dory #brozone #hazbin hotel #more than anything

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wonderlandmoonrose7 · 4 months

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Part of the reason I can’t wait for Deltarune 3/4 is for new soundtracks!! I already listen to 1/2 and Undertale obsessively; half my writing is fueled by Toby Fox’s skill as a composer

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 3 #undertale #music #toby fox

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ghouljams · 4 months

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I have no idea if you did this intentionally or if it's been mentioned before, and if it has please just ignore me and I'll go back to my corner.

But omfg the Ghost Distribution System has such big fucking "It Will Come Back" by Hozier vibes that the song plays on loop in my brain when I read it. It's one of my favorite songs and hearing it while reading GBS knocks the wind out of me. 100/10, magnificent, beautiful. I wanna kiss your brain for your writing.

Very intentional! Somehow every time I'm writing distribution system stuff I'm listening to Hozier(the secret is I'm always listening to Hozier). It Will Come Back is a very Ghost coded song in my mind, and I find myself coming back to it every time I need inspiration. Very good daydream fuel. I listened to it on repeat while I was driving the hour out to the vet for the dog, writing my little fic in my head.

I'm glad you're enjoying the song pairing, I think most of my fics have an unofficial soundtrack to them just because I need music to write. And I tend to put songs on repeat if I'm really vibing to them. Also thank u for the brain kisses, at some point I'm gonna have to wash this thing but eh I've survived this long.

#ghoul speaks

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year

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Does Your Mother Know?

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x Reader

Description: You've always been a wanderer - wild of spirit and wild at heart. It figures that you marry a wanderer yourself. So when the two of you are finally in the same place, you capitalize on the opportunity. It doesn't help, though, that all of your husband's aviators seem intent on flirting with you. So you have fun with them.

Warnings: None. This is just cute. Mentioned Hannix

Word Count: 2539

A/N: This is another Discord fueled thought. This time, it's brought to you by ABBA and the movie Mamma Mia! It's a cute (I think so anyways) fic about how the Daggers find out Mav is married!

Also when did Maverick enter my Masterlist?

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

My Masterlist

It's a hot summer night in San Diego. The Hard Deck's got all of the windows and doors open and you're quite content to sip on the colorful cocktail in front of you while you watch the Naval Aviators swan about. You've been coming to the Hard Deck since before Penny bought the place, enjoying the low-key dive bar charm of the place. San Diego’s always been home for you, no matter where your life and career take you.

You love going to bars, really you do. But after months away on a book tour, right now your favorite place for a drink is in your house with your legs thrown over your husband's lap. He makes the best margaritas and you're a simple woman. He's really all you need. Isn't that a jarring realization? Your younger self would be calling you boring right now. You'd spent most of your twenties, thirties, and the better part of your forties jet setting around the world. When your friends were getting married and having kids, you were volunteering in the Serengeti or writing a book in Paris. Sure you've had your fair share of flings, but you never expected to find anyone you'd want to spend the rest of your life with.

Then an aviator with a heart of gold and an ass perpetually on fire laid a line on you in a dingy bar in Italy where you were trying desperately to finish the next chapter of a book for your publisher. Pete took your breath away with just a few words and you found yourself in a committed relationship for the first time in years. It had been a little disjointed, your relationship bouncing from coast to coast as the two of you snatched the odd moments together. In truth, you loved that Pete was as free roaming as you were. So the two of you made it work. You didn't even need to think to agree to marrying him when he popped the question a year into your relationship.

Nearly four years of marriage later, and your husband is still the sexiest man you've ever met, even when he's driving you crazy by pulling crazy maneuvers strapped into the cockpit of a plane. Which is what relocated the both of you to San Diego a few months ago. He'd been at a top secret site out of China Island for a while, doing something he couldn’t tell you about. You didn't care so long as he was safe.

When everything went down with first the Darkstar (which you're not supposed to officially know about) and then the Uranium Mission (also something you shouldn't know) shortly after, you put your foot down. It had been too close to losing the love of your life. That's what Pete is. Even though he's 15 years older than you, he's your heart and soul. This time when the promotion came across his desk, Pete had taken it, you know, more so for your sake than his own. So you finally settled back in San Diego, making the house Pete bought in the 90s a home and enjoying having Pete around permanently.

The permanent station had also meant getting to know Pete's squad. But with book signings and your book tour right after the Uranium Mission, you never got the chance. At least, that is, until tonight. You're still a bit tired, as you've only been home for a couple of days. But Pete had been dragged out for drinks with his squadron, his kids really, and you promised you would meet him at the Hard Deck so you could meet them. You've only met one of his aviators before and that's because you have his life in pictures in a photo album and in Pete's hangar in the Mojave. Bradley’s his kid, so of course you’ve met him.

Pete had told you he'd find you in an hour. It's been a bit longer than that, so you start to look for him in the crush. You’re not the tallest woman in the world, and honestly, neither is your husband the tallest man. You like to joke that he’s perfectly sized for you just as you are for him. Penny's rushed off her feet at the bar, so you can’t even ask her if she’s seen him. So you decide to give it a few minutes before you try again. Just as you settle back down into your bar stool, a body muscles up to the bar next to you. You brace yourself for the inevitable line this young man is going to lay on you.

"Penny, m'dear? Can I get another Stella for myself and a second of whatever the pretty lady is drinking?" That's a Texan twang if ever there was one. This must be the irascible Hangman. You sneak a look at him from over the rim of your cocktail glass and wait to see if he's going to bite at an older woman looking at him. To his credit, he doesn't recoil at all. You smile at Penny when she quirks an eyebrow in his direction as she drops the drinks off. You make a shoo-ing motion with your fingers and settle in for the ride.

"So…" He's smiling sunnily at you, every inch of those pearly whites bared at you. "What brings a gorgeous lady like you to a bar like this?"

You snicker a little at the compliment. Oh, if only he knew. "I've been coming to the Hard Deck for years, kid."

He barely flinches at your nickname for him, continuing to flirt shamelessly as you sip on your drink. You reach your limit when he puts a hand on your thigh. You push it away before drawing the straw between your red lips. If there's one thing your age has taught you, it's how to wear lipstick that stays put. Looking at this flirtatious young thing, a classic song comes to mind.

"You're so hot, teasing me. So you're blue, but I can't take a chance on a kid like you. It's something I couldn't do."

You place one manicured hand against his stomach, lightly tracing your fingers over the rigid muscles.

"There's that look in your eyes. I can read in your face, that your feelings are driving you wild. Oh, but boy, you're only a child." With every word that drops from your lips, you lean closer. You can see him flush darker until he gulps.

To his credit, he doesn't quit though, "So does that mean I have a chance?"

"Well I can dance with you honey, if you think it's funny. But does your mother know that you're out?"

He chuckles awkwardly before turning tail and running away. He starts up a flustered conversation and you see Pete's entire squadron face you while you're sitting at the bar. You give them a cheeky wave and a wink and that's when you see them make the plot to try seducing you. What else could it be?

The next aviators to come up to you certainly are a gorgeous duo. Payback and Coyote if you remember correctly from the last pictures Pete had shown you. If you were about 20 years younger you'd be all over them, but no. Now, Pete's the only man for you. Even so, it's flattering all the same as Payback approaches you first to lay on lines about how you're a class above any other girl in the bar. It's true, you are, if only because you're completely besotted by a man who is a class above any and all of the kids swarming the place.

Your voice is playful and flirty as you respond. "I can chat with you baby, flirt a little maybe. But, does your mother know that you're out?"

He gives up at your coolly amused tone, retreating back to his friends avidly watching the show.

Coyote takes it a step even further, leading you onto the dance floor. You're happy Pete has your phone and wallet because you won't be leaving them on the bar. He's a good dancer, Coyote is. At least until he starts pushing in even closer to you. You tip your head up seductively, and purr into his ear, "Take it easy. Take it easy, better slow down, boy. That's no way to go. Does your mother know? Take it easy. Take it easy, try to cool it, boy. Play it nice and slow. Does your mother know?"

You're not expecting him to blanche outright at your words, though. Of course, when you turn to face the aviators, you see Pete in their midst, horribly unhappy and glaring at Coyote with the entire weight of his disapproval. You just wink at him and grin when he gets the point, smirking at you having your fun.

When you move back to the bar for a soda, it's Fanboy who walks up to the bar to shoot his shot. These young aviators. You'd despair of them if you didn't know their type so intimately by now. When they make a bet, they have to win. Fanboy's tactic is to be seductive in Spanish, trying and failing to ply you with sweet nothings. You drag your eyes up and down, smiling. He's really a cutie. But not your type.

"I can see what you want, but you seem pretty young, to be searching for that kind of fun. So maybe I'm not the one." Your voice is amused as you trail your fingers teasingly down his cheek before sending him away with a pat on his ass.

The aviators cheer when he joins them. Of all the men, only one is left, the sweetheart wearing glasses you know has to be Bob. He takes the most encouragement before he carefully makes his way up to you.

“I’m sorry about them, ma’am.” He’s really very cute. He blushes all the way to his ears when you grin at him. For Bob alone, you make a concession, tugging him close, kissing his cheek so it leaves a crimson lip print before murmuring into his ear, “Now you're so cute, I like your style and I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile. Oh, but boy, you're only a child.”

You drag Bob out onto the dance floor, smiling as he stumbles over his feet as you dance with him. He’s even hesitant to set his hands on your waist. You take mercy on him and leave him by the pool table. The others are giving him impressed looks as you move back to your empty bar stool. That's when you see Bradley finally make his way to the pool tables. He’s dressed in his traditional uniform of jeans shorts and open Hawaiian shirt over a white tank. You watch Bradley’s eyes light up as he adds his money to the pot Pete’s standing guard dog over and stands by his side waiting for whoever is left to go.

The only aviator other than your de facto step-son left to try flirting with you is the sole female in the group. The incandescent firebird herself. If there is an aviator that both Bradley and Pete both love to chat to you about, it’s Phoenix. You can see the way she changes her entire posture within a few steps. When she loosens her hair from its bun, you know it’s not Natasha Trace who walks up to you, it’s Phoenix. She’s smiling seductively and you grin fondly at the younger woman. The first thing she does is flag Penny down.

“Hey, Penny!” She’s smiling sweetly.

“Hey, Natasha!” Penny exchanges a look with you as you sip on your cocktail.

“Can I get twenty-four shots of tequila please?” You wince at the thought, having had too many tequila hangovers during your youth.

“Are you sure, Natasha?” Penny’s eyebrows are sky high as she lays the shots down on a tray. But while you’re expecting her to carry the tray back to the pool tables, she stops and downs one shot, then two, then three. That’s when you stop her with a hand on her forearm.

“Whoa, there. Take it easy. Take it easy. Better slow down, girl. That's no way to go.” You push a glass of water to the younger woman. But she just smiles at you stubbornly and downs another shot.

“Nope. M’not stopping. Not until you give me your phone number.” She downs one more, and you wrap an arm around her waist.

“Take it easy. Take it easy. Try to cool it, girl. Play it nice and slow.” You grab the tray in your other hand and stagger her over to where Bob is waiting with a pulled out chair. You leave Phoenix there and turn towards the final pilot to try to seduce you.

“What about you, kiddo? D’you want to try too? Or should I name the winner of your bet?”

Bradley’s smirking at you.

“Dance with me?” He proffers a hand to you as the jukebox begins to play the same song you’ve had running through your head all night. The first thrumming beats of bass send your blood racing. You grin as Bradley leads you into a whirling dance, nearly rushing you off your feet. When the song runs out, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you back over to the pool tables.

“So, who won, ma’am?” You grin at Hangman. “Hey, Brad! Does your mother know that you’re out?”

“Well, seeing as how you’re my godmother and you’re standing right there, I guess she does.” You can’t resist cracking up at the gobsmacked look on the aviators’ faces as they look between you and Bradley like you’ve grown a few extra heads. Pete presses a kiss to your forehead and tugs you close. You peck his lips and rest your left hand against his chest. That’s when Phoenix finally sees the wedding ring.

“Bagman, seriously?!” She’s fuming. “You started this whole-ass bet not noticing that she was married?” She staggers up out of her chair and smacks at his chest weakly. You can’t resist your smile as the bigger man wraps her up in his arms and she goes willingly.

“Pretty sure they’re head over heels for each other.” You whisper that into your husband’s ear grinning at the fond smile Hangman gives Phoenix as he sets her back into the chair and presses water into her hands. This time, you note amusedly, the stubborn little thing actually begins dutifully sipping from the tall glass.

“How do you know, Mrs. Mitchell?” You grin. “Why, Admiral Mitchell, don’t you know? That’s how you look at me, and how I look at you.”

He drags you into a chaste kiss and introduces you officially to his squadron. Bradley’s busy pocketing the cash and you know that you’ve just as easily adopted six more aviators, like your husband had and like you had an inkling you would. So much for any more boring nights. You’ll count yourself lucky if you don’t have to post bail for Pete and one or more of the kids ever again. Though you wouldn't bet on it.

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daffodildelight · 1 year

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Longing (Prologue) | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Title: Longing (Prologue)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Summary: You've been with Daryl for years and have a close friendship with the archer, but you have stronger feelings for him. Does he have the same for you?

Themes/Warnings: fluff, insecurities

Word count: 1400sh

A/N: This is just a taste test to see if anyone likes it, if one person does then ill continue writing it :)

Months had passed since the fateful day you last laid eyes on anyone from the prison. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but the memories remained etched vividly in your mind. The events unfolded with such swiftness and chaos when the governor's forces stormed the facility, forever altering the course of your existence.

In the blink of an eye, the once-sturdy walls that had confined you became a battleground. Panic rippled through the air like an electric current, leaving little room for coherent thought or decisive action. Your senses overwhelmed, your heart pounding in your chest, it took the firm grip from Daryl, a close friend in this ordeal, to jolt you into action.

With an urgency fueled by survival instinct, Daryl's strong fingers clamped around your trembling arm, propelling you forward into the abyss of uncertainty. The cacophony of screams and gunshots provided the dissonant soundtrack to your escape, each reverberation punctuating the perilousness of the situation.

As you stumbled and weaved through the dimly lit corridors, the once-familiar environment now transformed into an otherworldly nightmare. The pervasive stench of decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the metallic tang of fear. Shadows danced menacingly along the walls, their distorted forms mirroring the chaos that had taken hold of your surroundings.

Through a narrow window, a glimpse of the outside world materialized, a tantalizing beacon of hope. Sunlight pierced through the thick cloud of despair, casting long rays that painted a fragile semblance of warmth on your face. The dichotomy between the darkness within and the promise of light outside intensified the urgency of your escape.

The path to freedom was treacherous, every step fraught with peril. You navigated through a labyrinth of debris and fallen comrades, their lifeless bodies a solemn reminder of the dire stakes. The moans and guttural growls of the undead echoed ominously, their hunger-driven fervour heightening the tension in the air.

Finally, as you burst through the final barrier separating you from the outside world, a wave of bittersweet relief washed over you. The open expanse, once a source of confinement, is now extended before you like an endless ocean of possibilities. The cool breeze brushed against your sweat-soaked skin, whispering tales of freedom and survival.

Looking back at the once impregnable prison, now overrun by the abominations that once were your fellow inmates, a profound sense of loss settled in your chest. But amidst the wreckage and devastation, a glimmer of hope emerged. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but in the depths of despair, resilience and determination bloomed.

And so, you embarked upon a new chapter, forever changed by the harrowing escape from the prison's clutches. The scars, both physical and emotional, served as a constant reminder of the strength that resided within you. With each step, you embraced the unknown, propelled by the unyielding will to survive and the unwavering bond forged amidst the chaos of the zombie-filled prison.

Regret gnawed at your heart, a heavy burden you carried in the depths of your being. The absence of closure weighed upon you like an anchor, tugging you into the depths of melancholy. You were denied the chance to bid farewell to those you had grown to cherish, their fates now shrouded in a veil of uncertainty. The image of baby Judith, the innocent face that once radiated joy and hope, now haunted your thoughts, filling them with a deep, sorrowful ache.

These people, the ones you had journeyed alongside since the early days at the quarry, had become an integral part of your existence. They were your family in this bleak and unforgiving world, the only tether to humanity that remained. In their eyes, you found solace, camaraderie, and the strength to carry on. The bonds forged amidst the chaos and despair were unbreakable, a lifeline that had sustained you through the darkest of times.

The mere thought of their absence, their potential demise, threatened to engulf you in a wave of grief. Each memory, each shared experience, carried a profound weight that made their loss all the more devastating. They had fought alongside you, laughed with you, and cried with you. They had become your confidants, your pillars of support, and losing them left a void that seemed impossible to fill.

Yet, amidst the sea of despair, one figure remained steadfast by your side — Daryl, a beacon of unwavering loyalty and resilience. His unwavering presence provided a glimmer of hope, a reminder that you were not entirely alone in this desolate world. His rough exterior belied a gentle soul, a soul that had chosen to stand by you through thick and thin.

Daryl had seen your struggles, witnessed your vulnerabilities, and offered a silent understanding that few others could comprehend. In his companionship, you found solace, a silent refuge where words were unnecessary and actions spoke louder than any declarations of affection. With him, you had forged a connection rooted in shared hardship, a bond that you thought transcended mere survival.

In his silent strength, you discovered the resilience to continue, to face the unknown with newfound determination. Together, you would weather the storm that lay ahead, drawing strength from the memories of those left behind and cherishing the bond you had forged amidst the chaos. For in this barren wasteland, where hope was scarce and darkness loomed, having someone like Daryl by your side was a flicker of light, a reminder that even in the face of despair, love and connection could still thrive. From your side anyway.

Even in the early days at the quarry, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there was always something about Daryl that captivated you. His gruff demeanour and rugged exterior had a certain allure, a mysterious charm that drew you in. It was a magnetic pull, a connection that went beyond words, and you found yourself falling for him even as survival remained the utmost priority.

Now, in this treacherous reality overrun by the undead, you were given the unexpected gift of spending each day in Daryl's company. Together, you traversed the perils of the zombie-filled forest, honing your skills, and learning to navigate this unforgiving world. Every moment by his side was a precious opportunity to witness his resourcefulness, his unwavering determination, and the depths of his character.

Yet, amidst the burgeoning feelings that blossomed within you, there was a nagging sense of conflict. The desperate search for your old group, the ones who were like family to you, consumed your thoughts. The weight of responsibility bore down on your shoulders, a constant reminder that survival should take precedence over personal desires.

It was a bittersweet predicament, a delicate balance between the yearning for connection and the harsh reality of the present. The very emotions that stirred within you, the ones tied to Daryl, threatened to distract you from the dire task at hand. Surviving in this unforgiving world required focus, resilience, and a single-minded dedication to finding your group if they were even still alive.

But even as you grappled with these conflicting emotions, you couldn't deny the importance of Daryl's presence. His strength, both physical and emotional, bolstered your resolve and offered a glimmer of hope amid the darkness. The lessons he taught you, the skills he imparted, were crucial for your survival. And perhaps, in the midst of this turmoil, there was solace in the fact that you were not alone in your struggle.

With each passing day, you found yourself walking the tightrope between survival and the yearning for something more. The delicate dance of emotions intertwined with the urgency of the search creates a constant battle within your heart. Yet, in this tumultuous world, you clung to the belief that love and connection were not luxuries to be discarded but vital threads that wove the fabric of humanity.

So you pressed forward, grappling with the complex tapestry of emotions that both propelled you and threatened to hinder your journey. As you braved the dangers of the wilderness, your feelings for Daryl remained a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit. And in the midst of this relentless pursuit for survival, you held onto the hope that, somehow, love and survival could find a way to coexist in this world of the walking dead. But even then, Daryl has never shown that he likes you in the same way, and you really don't want to ruin what you have.

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nances · 2 years

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Here’s a handful of cautious optimism as a treat, my brothers in byler

I think there’s a huge misconception about the state of this ship atp. You guys do realize we’ve always been 10 steps ahead of the general audience, right? We knew Will was gay as early as in 2017, some were aware of this back when the first season released too. If I’m not mistaken, the idea that Will might be in love with Mike was around and going strong especially post-season 2, and especially after that one line in the script “Will isn’t looking at the cute girl, he’s looking at… Mike”

Most of us expected explicit byler in season 3, needless to say we were morbidly disappointed. What we did get, however, was yet another hint at Will being gay, and the number of articles with speculation about Will’s sexuality started increasing exponentially. Any way you break it down, we really only got evidence of Will being gay, and there was little indication of him having feelings for Mike.

Season 4 brought the plot line of Will being in love with Mike to the table in canon. We got to see how strong his feelings for Mike are, how they are absolutely eating him up and yet he’s still putting the happiness of his sister and the person he’s in love with above his own, even if that means he suffers. We saw both him being in love with Mike, being absolutely selfless about it AND beating the homewrecker allegations. Personally, I’d call this a W.

Now I understand why we had our expectations regarding byler so high up, Noah’s comments were only stirring the pot. I don’t know if he was truly trolling, and all this buildup amounts to nothing, but he did say “they can’t end it there”, and on some level, he’s aware of the outline for season 5.

If this is indeed gaybaiting, I by no means want to defend that but we have to acknowledge that his idea of “building up byler” pretty much matches that of the general audience’s. We’re only getting groundwork as of right now. As much as we like to joke about him having a secret account on here, a couple of years ago he was, on some level even hostile about the prospect of Mike and Will being gay.

The fallout of what vol.2 turned out to be hit hard, there’s no denying that. Most of us were shocked they actually ended up fueling midleven even more, despite the fact that we were so convinced that going that route would essentially be anticlimactic and bad writing. There was a lot of dissatisfaction with using Will’s feelings as a prop for the straight ship (understandably so.)

But the thing is, the general audience is now for the first time properly aware of the possibility of byler being canon, and a lot of people are picking up on just how bad the lead-up with the monologue was. A lot of people agree that midleven is getting repetitive, and that the monologue was mediocre at best. Is it really indicative of delusion to assume that this ship is being set up for doom? Meanwhile byler’s popularity is skyrocketing and the tag has gained yet another thousand followers after the release of Vol.2 alone.

We don’t know what’s going through the Duffers’ heads. Oh I wish we did. But we really don’t. We do know for a fact though that they don’t really rewatch their show (albeit I hope they’ve learned their lesson after this) which drastically diminishes their credibility as skilled writers. In terms of cinematography and soundtrack, Vol.2 was absolute peak, but the narrative, however, was a mess. They left a lot of loose ends untied, and they’re going to have a shit ton of exposition to do next season.

So either they’re really shit writers, or midleven was anticlimactic and mediocre on purpose.

Despite everything, there’s still the fact that one of those loose ends is Will’s lying about El commissioning the painting. It’s evident in the letter in episode 1 and as far as we know, she’s never really played D&D. If they’re really as good at constructing stories as they’re hailed, we should expect this to go somewhere. Because the Steve and Nancy stuff was left unresolved as well. Same with Max’s letters. If they really decide to leave all of that unaddressed, it simply won’t be a look good for the show.

Bottom line is, they did say they wanted to write an authentic story, and I really hope they realize that having the main guy and main girl end up together is the most overused trope ever. We should all sit on the fact that we did get a fairly good amount of content to advance byler, and that they could’ve just left this storyline about Will’s feelings for Mike out altogether. They made a conscious choice not to. Now I don’t think that half of the shit presented in the byler slides was intentional, but I do think that there still is a chance that they’re heading towards a midleven breakup and byler endgame. I could be wrong, but this is just how I see it now that I’ve let it simmer for a while. We’re still in for an entire season, jopper’s development spanned over 4 seasons and jancy got together in the span of one, so realistically, anything is possible.

#idk if this dissertation of mine makes sense at all it’s 2am and i’m rendering an edit as we speak & i’m really tired so sorry if it’s #incoherent #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things season 4 #stranger things theory

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sylvieserene · 30 days

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Okay so I watched Wish (yeah the actual official movie) today for the first time.

Yeah.........I dived head first into fanon stuff lmao

But Im gonna be completely honest, @ annymation 's Wish (plz don't ping her T-T) felt more Disney than the ACTUAL Disney movie. Ik everyone has said this but I have no other way to describe the actual film other than SEVERELY disappointing.

But the reason I'm writing this post is because of the note worthy soundtrack.

Basically, background music analysis-

It looks like they have re-used the ones from the old plot.

I'm a huge music gal so the first thing I pay attention to is music.

In the deleted scenes, you can hear a certain music playing in the background. Those music fit those scenarios but in the actual movie those very music have been re-used but often times, they feel out of place.

Such as Star seeing the wishes for the first time has the same music which plays when Sabino tells her about how his wish never coming true will never stop hurting him and she should pursue her wishes instead of giving up on them while being young.

Just.....see the two scenes and you'll find the music in the second much more fitting and impactful. Then there's another piece of music used in the scene where Magnifico threatens Amaya in the film, it's the same music used in the villainous couple deleted scene.

Incredibly ironic, indeed. But the music fits better for the deleted scene. You can judge it yourself.

Then there's another scene where Asha and her family run away, this scene which re-uses the deleted chase scene music where Evil Amaya and her soldiers chase after Asha, Starboy and Valentino. However, unlike the deleted scene, there were practically no such stakes involved for such an intense piece. It felt out of place.

And obviously, "At All Costs" is another example on how drastically the story was changed lol (basically love --> whatever bs we got in the film)

I can go on with my examples but yea....just by the soundtrack I can tell that the script was changed last minute because they didn't have enough time to formulate original compositions to fit the now-new scenes.

Not to mention, Asha felt somewhat selfless in the deleted scenes but in the film.....she seemed so selfish. She seemed to just care enough for her own family but fuck everything else. The movie presented it as such :(

Regardless, I watched the film to hopefully find some remnants of the deleted plot (which I did lol Star with the red wool yarn and Valentino complimenting how Star looked like him when Star wore a pajama which resembled the one which Valentino wore in the deleted scene, the authors definitely did put in some trinkets of references but yea.... everything else was burnt into ashes. They did Simon dirty cmon

I came back more sad ngl but it fueled my passion to take my detective and writer glasses and piece together what the true story of Wish was judging from concept art, deleted scenes, info bits etc, even further. I have conceptualized a story in my head (filled in the gaps of info with my imagination) and I'm sorta ready to create my own story haha (I still need to iron out some bits though) Im excited about it BUT if I complete it, I'll definitely post it here!

#wish #wish disney #disney wish #wish asha #wish star boy #wish star #wish magnifico #wish amaya #music analysis #wish music analysis #background music analysis #I feel more determined to complete the deleted scene puzzle myself ngl

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