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floorboardchompingfridays · 5 months

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Some Advice For People Leaving Comments on Fanfics:

“I liked your fic”

Nice, but basic and easy to overlook

Doesn’t compel the author to do anything other than take the compliment

Sounds like you might be a bot (ew)

“I am going to eat your floorboards!”

Unique and attention grabbing

Makes me second guess whether I should have bought that insurance

Sounds like you might be a termite (how did a termite learn to type????)

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 1 year

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quiet night, apocalypse

request: no

fandom: treasure planet (2002)

relationship: jim hawkins x gn! reader

summary: Jim comes to you in the late hours of the night in search of the safety of your embrace.

contains: anxiety comfort, reverse comfort, sleeping in the same bed, profoundness, some use of artistic license, a bit poetic at the end

a/n: I love that I can just write these whenever I want

It was half past 2 am, and Jim was still awake.

He’d gone to bed hours ago, but found himself unable to fall asleep. Even with his window open, the night was still a bit too quiet. It’s wasn’t that he wasn’t tired. He was rather exhausted, in fact. But his mind just wouldn’t stop running.

There wasn’t even one particular thing he was thinking of, just the lingering feeling that something bad was going to happen, whether it be in the near or distant future; a fear that had a nasty habit of plaguing him in the latest hours of the night when he was left alone with his thoughts. After hours of trying to drift off to sleep, Jim couldn’t take it anymore and pulled the covers off of himself, climbing out of bed and carefully treading out of his room, keeping one arm extended outwards to feel for the door since his eyes had not yet adjusted properly to the darkness.

He was careful to close the door slowly behind himself, turning the knob as to make as little noise as possible. Jim kept one hand against the wall as he walked down the hallway, his eyes gradually adjusting to his surroundings with the help of the moonlight shining through the window.

Finally, he came to the door to your room. As he reached for the doorknob, he froze in his spot and began to reconsider. It was so late and chances were you were probably fast asleep by now, and he already felt bad for wanting to wake you. But then he remembered your words from a while back, reminding him that he could wake you if he needed you. And right now, he did. Plus, he knew you would feel bad if he lost any more sleep because he decided to try and dealing with his anxiety alone.

With the same precision as before, he carefully turned the knob to your bedroom door and tip-toed in to see you lying fast asleep, kinda sprawled out along your bed, your lips parted slightly.

You had left your curtains open, allowing the silvery light of the moon to shine into your room and into your bed. He could see your back and shoulders rise and fall steadily with every breath you took.

Now he felt really bad for what he was about to do.

Jim proceeded with caution towards the vacant side of your bed and gently lifted the covers so he could slide into the spot next to you. As he expected, you must have felt the mattress dip as he climbed into your bed, causing you to stir in your sleep. A meek groan sounded from you as you stretched and rubbed your eyes, peeking one eye open to see your boyfriend timidly positioned on your bed next to you.

Once you registered the situation, you rubbed your face and propped yourself up on your elbows. With a sniffle, you asked if he was okay and what time it was in a hushed tone, your voice a little groggy from going hours without using it.

Jim took a breath in to respond, but came up empty, unsure as to how to explain why he was in your room at 2:30-something in the morning. He muttered shy apologies for waking you and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing between you and the window as he stumbled over his words.

This wasn’t the first time Jim had come to you like this, and he knew you wouldn’t sling off at him for it, of course, but he was still a bit sheepish. Coming up empty, he merely let out a slow puff of air through his nose and let his shoulders slump in defeat as he stared at his lap.

That on its own answered the first half of your question, and your expression shifted into one of sympathy as you sat up in your spot on the bed, lazily opening your arms as an invitation to come to you.

Jim quietly accepted, scooting closer to you so he could comfortably fit into your arms. You shifted around slightly just to ensure your legs wouldn’t get sore as you slowly rubbed gentle circles over his back. After the first couple of times, you had grown familiar with what to do in this scenario. You pulled away gently and reached over to open the covers further, patting the spot on the mattress next to you.

Moments later, you were lying on your sides facing each other beneath your comforter, your legs loosely entangled. Jim had rested his head on your chest with his arms wrapped around your middle while you had one arm draped over his shoulder while the other gently stroked his head.

“You’re okay,” you spoke in a hushed voice, taking your time with your words and tightening your hold on him ever so slightly, and he did the same. “It’s alright now… Everything’s gonna be okay.”

Jim felt his eyelids begin to fall closed as he left his mind start to shut down, allowing him to only put whatever energy he had left into breathing. There was no fire, no storm, no disaster, there was only you, with him, in this room. Tonight, you were his, and he was yours. And so it would be come morning, and for as long as you two wished. It took a while, but eventually, your sweet nothings began to fade out as he finally succumbed to exhaustion.

And at last, the night was truly quiet.

#jim hawkins x reader #treasure planet x reader #disney x reader #reverse comfort #comfort fic #treasure planet #reader insert #my stuff #my writing #jim hawkins #drabble #drabbles #writers on tumblr #authors on tumblr

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tartppola · 27 days

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Stranded in another world, with no hope of going back or any magic to defend themselves with, this is the anecdote of the Ramshackle Prefect Yuulis Crowley's first week in another world called Twisted Wonderland.

warning : mentions of blood & dissection, didn't beta this so :P a/n : happy april fools :D

It was a chilly morning on the Night Raven College campus, and Sam’s first day coming back to the mystery shop. Oh, how he missed the purple overlay of the wallpaper; the diamond skulls and taxonomy and other knick-knacks that seamlessly blend together to form something quite avant-garde. Speaking of knick-knacks, he remembered that his new stock of goods his ‘friends’ salvaged from who knows where should be arriving today, how exciting!

His feet skipped up and about, the keys he spun around his finger chiming as he hummed a happy tune from the Port of Jubilee. Sam wonders what kind of faces the new first years would make the first time they step into the shop, or when they meet his ‘friends’ for the first time.

Just as he was about to make a turn from Main Street, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was a pile of huge boxes at the doorstep, that must be his new goods, but there was something else, or rather, someone else. That someone–young enough to be a first year, but not wearing the school uniform–was waiting by the boxes. No student has ever been to the shop this early, and the school hasn’t allowed any of the local townsfolk to visit, so why?

“Excuse me!” Sam called out, making his way towards them, “I’m flattered that a line is already forming, but opening hours aren’t until lunch time!”

They stared blankly at him the moment he stood right in front of them. They held out a clipboard with a delivery receipt that listed the names of various magical supplies

“I’m here to on behalf of the Headmaster,” Sam barely understood them through their thick accent, “Please double check the receipt and make sure to tell of any errors.”

Since when did the Headmaster hire any couriers.....and one so young at that. Oh well, as long as Crowley’s not breaking any child labor laws, it should be alright, shouldn’t it? The shopkeep noticed that his back grew colder and colder as he went through the new inventory. He stole a small glance at the youth, turning back immediately when he saw how intently their gaze bore through his soul.

“Phew! It’s getting pretty darn cold out here!” The hand that held his keys trembled a bit, “How about we go inside to warm ourselves up a bit?”

He took back his thoughts. This was far from alright.

“--and where do these charms go, Mr.Sam?”

“By the aisle near the grimoires, next to the paper talismans,”

It’s been nearly half an hour of restocking, yet they haven’t left the store. Sam tried his best to breathe through the awkward atmosphere, but the tension was so thick he could harvest it, bottle it up and sell each for 500 madol. If only such a thing was possible, if only.

“Mr.Sam,”

He felt his shadow jump to the ceiling at the sound of their voice.

“What kind of store is this, exactly?”

“Well, since you’ve seen my wares firsthand, should you be able to tell right away?” He put on an air of faux confidence, hoping they wouldn’t notice.

“At first, I thought this was a magic supplies store, but none of them back at home sell dangerous herbs like oleander and wolf’s bane. How did you get a hold of this amount of them anyway?”

“Well, what can I say? There’s only so much exotic ingredients you can grow in the botanical gardens,”

“But, there are also basic necessities like toothpaste and clothes,” They pondered, “Come to think of it, one of the new deliveries was a box of snacks, wasn’t it?”

“That’s what happens when you’re the only tuck shop in one of the most prestigious schools in the world!” He winked, “It wasn’t easy getting ahold of most of the inventory, but you gotta do what you gotta do, don’t you agree?”

A small chuckle escaped their lips, “That’s not a bad mindset for a businessman.”

In the end, no matter how eccentric they initially seemed, a child is still a child. He felt foolish for being so afraid, what could they do when he had his friends by his side?

“By the way,” it was hard to notice how much time passed by, “Shouldn’t you go back to your dorm and change into your uniform? It’s almost time for morning classes.”

“Ah, was Mr.Sam not present during the entrance ceremony? No wonder you didn’t recognize me,”

There was some word on the street about a fiasco happening during this year’s entrance ceremony, something about the halls being lit on fire by a beast? He couldn’t believe it when one of the friends that stayed to guard the shop told him about it.

“I was deemed unworthy to be sorted into a dorm, because I possess no magical capabilities whatsoever. It seems that there was an error during the student selection process,”

“Is that even possible?” his suave expression morphed into worry, “Then, why didn’t the Headmaster send you back home?”

“He tried, but the Mirror of Darkness said something along the lines of ‘The place from whence they came from can’t be found in this world’.

“And so here I am, doing odd jobs and tasks on behalf of the Headmaster, the students and the staff of NRC,” Sam could hear a small sense of pride at their introduction, “I'm more capable than I look, please don’t hesitate to call upon me if you need any assistance.”

Of all the strange things to make their way into his shop, never in a million years would Sam expect an estranged secretary to be one of them, and one that possibly came from another world to boot. He had a feeling that this year was going to be much, much more eventful than any of the years to have come, and he couldn’t wait to see it all unfold.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, little demon,” The shopkeep tipped his hat in a fine, gentlemanly manner, “Make sure to drop by again, ‘till next time!”

The gap of knowledge between the first and second year was indeed a big leap to overcome, Crewel knew how unprepared his puppies were going to be.

But by the Great Seven, oh how much he overestimated them.

The likes of Riddle Rosehearts and Azul Ashengrotto couldn’t possibly make up for the utter incompetence these mutts have, even the students with subpar scores like Savanaclaw’s Ruggie Bucchi and Diasomnia’s Silver looked like geniuses. At best, there are students like Kalim al-Asim, who actually tries, yet their efforts seem to seep out through their ears the moment they leave class, then there’s the unpredictable ones like Floyd Leech.

He remembers how the eel turned in blank test papers, or how he mixes whatever ingredients he finds interesting together, bleeding the chemical supply. 2 days ago, he used up an entire month’s worth of imp spinal fluid during potions class. It’s not as if they were hard to get, but their effects are most potent when freshly harvested. The thought of harvesting it himself made him shudder; sure, he’s seen some grotesque imagery as an alchemy professor, but who knows how long it will take to restock if he made a report to Crowley?

Sigh. Looks like he’ll have to put practical sessions on hold for a while and haggle with Sam.

“Excuse me, is Professor Crewel here?”

The door to the alchemy lab opened, bringing the professor back to reality. Someone he has never seen before let themself in, a plastic bag in hand.

“Stay! I don’t recall allowing anyone without a lab coat to enter….!” Realization kicked in once he got a clearer look, “Huh--so it’s you, the magicless stray that caused a riot in the entrance ceremony.”

The sound of a whip resonated through the room, followed by faint chattering and murmurs from nearby students scrambling away from the alchemy lab.

“Only authorized students and staff are allowed in the lab during school hours, didn’t the Headmaster tell you?”

Most of his students would cower just by hearing his tone grow stern, yet they remained unfazed. Playing bold now are we? Looks like he’ll have to teach them a lesson.

“The Headmaster,” they brought the plastic bag to his chest, “said that the lab’s storage room needed restocking.”

Ah, was that it? Making a child do his job; how much of a slave driver was Crowley? Knowing Crowley’s tardiness, it was probably something he had already spent his paycheck on, although the bottom of the bag was unusually cold.

Curiosity getting the better of the professor, he untied the knot and opened the bag. His face recoiled, from the shock of seeing the contents. Aurora moth’s scales--he had only requested these a few days ago! Not to mention all of that translucent mucus coating the scales, how long ago were these harvested?

“Is there something wrong, Professor?”

Crewel almost forgot about the intruder standing in front of him, “No, it’s just--this is the first time I've seen them so...fresh. The ones Crowley buys usually come preserved in bottles.”

“That may be because I just harvested them this afternoon,” they said nonchalantly.

“You--You what?!” the professor didn’t even try to mask his disgust, “You did this yourself?”

Their head tilted sideways, akin to a confused child.

“The Headmaster said that the locals needed help with pest control, so I’d thought I’d lend a hand, and they let me do whatever I wanted with the moths as payment, ” Despite having experience with that sort, Crewel’s stomach began to swirl, “The Headmaster gave me permission too,”

A scowl grew on his face. Typically a moth would've been killed humanely before their wings were plucked to relax their ligaments, but seeing the mess clinging to the wing's ends, it's clear that they didn't consider such option. He couldn't decide if they had a strong stomach to withstand seeing large bugs squirm underneath them, or an uneducated fool.

“Professor, are you alright? You look exhausted,”

He snapped back to reality that instant, rubbing circles around his temple. Pull yourself together, Crewel, he edged himself, you’ve lost your composure twice already. Maybe he just needed a good serving of raisin butter with wine on the side, or a joyride on his prized car. He glanced back at the dismembered wings, at least he got what he wanted. Still, this has never happened before, perhaps if he could take advantage of this situation….

“Tell me, pup. Since you have...the appropriate experience to harvest wings, how good are you at dissecting imps?”

They pondered for a while. It’s the most animated he’s seen of them, “I suppose I do how to extract fluids, their lymph is a versatile ingredient in many types of salves after all. Although it has been a while since I’ve ever needed to.”

Bingo

“Then, how about spinal fluid?”

It was their turn to be surprised, “I-I’ve never done that on an imp before. Just think of the amount of imps needed to fill a single bottle.”

“Tell you what, pup. Are you interested in a side-job?”

Without giving them a chance to respond, Crewel tossed a few madol and a map of the campus in their direction, “There are some common imps causing trouble in the college lately coming from who knows where. If you can deal with them, I’ll give you the other half of the payment, and of course--.”

He shoved them a basket full of empty test tubes, slinging it over their shoulder, “Fill every single test tube here to the brim before tomorrow's Science Club activity, I won't take no for an answer.”

And with that, they were pushed out of the alchemy lab. Spending their first sleepless night in another world catching imps wasn’t on their bucket list. Sighing heavily, they picked up their feet and staggered.

‘I wanted to creep him out a little,’ they thought, ‘but I ended up being the one getting creeped out.’

For such an important place, why did Crowley’s office have to be in a place so out of reach? For all his years in Night Raven College, Crewel always dreaded sending weekly reports to the Headmaster’s office, he could feel his leg muscles ache as he knocked against the two large gates. He peeked inside the office to look for the Headmaster.

“There you are, professor! What took you so long?”

There he was, sitting cross-legged on his desk as the portraits of the Great Seven floated up and about. Trein was there as well, as cold as usual and showing no sign of fatigue, peering at him as if he could see through everything. Maybe it was because he had a 20 year head start, either way, it was irritating how he was the only disheveled one.

“I don’t know, maybe it was the countless stairs I have to climb every week to submit a report when you can simply hire a secretary to fetch them for you?”

The crow simply smiled, already figuring out a solution to Crewel’s ire, “How has the first week of teaching been for you, professors?”

“I don’t know which is greener, the topiary maze in the Heartslabyul dorm, or the new puppies I’m in charge of,” Crewel shook his head.

“For once, I agree,” the history professor nodded indefinitely, Lucius yawning in his arms, “But that could be said for every first year in the history of NRC.”

Dire nodded, “Seems like everything’s going smoothly then! I shall leave the future of our students in your capable hands!”

Both professors nodded in response, “As you wish, Headmaster.”

“Although, I’d like to inquire about something,” Crewel spoke up before raising his index finger to the large window. From above, the view of the setting sun looming over the campus could be seen, but his finger specifically pointed to Main Street, or rather;the magicless stray walking to the direction of the alchemy lab, with the basket in hand and the direbeast from before by their side.

“What are we going to do about that?”

Without needing to look, Trein simply closed his eyes, “If what the mirror spoke was true, then that child quite literally has no place to go back to. It comes to question how they even ended up here in the first place."

Crowley rubbed his chin. The ultimate decision lies with him, and honestly, there was nothing stopping him from just shirking them off his feathers and leaving them to fend for themselves, along with the cat-beast that terrorized the entrance ceremony.

"It would undoubtedly stain the reputation of our esteemed college if we just kicked them out," the Headmaster groaned, "Oh, why must I be plagued with such problems!"

"Best of luck to you then, Headmaster Crowley," The two professors turned their heels and left Crowley's office with not a care in the world, leaving him with his worries.

The Headmaster leaned against his chair and sighed against the beak of is mask. Dealing with the child was the last thing he wanted to do at this moment, with their odd mannerisms and such, however...

Being unable to return home wasn't an unfamiliar conundrum to the Headmaster.

Perhaps it's his boundless generosity speaking to him, but there was a pang of heavy emotion in his chest that told him he couldn't simply leave that child, Yuulis, alone. Was it guilt? or maybe atonement? Whatever it was, it overrode the rational side of his brain

Dire Crowley was the type of person to judge a book by it's cover, which is why he was surprised how his new errand runner, or rather, the new Ramshackle Prefect was able to hold up better than he expected. The reports he received from the staff members he had tasked them with helping have been amicable, and his workflow was much smoother now that he had divided the more menial tasks to someone else. He had thought he had envoked the wrath of the Great Seven with the mess that was thrown his way, but surely they were more pliant than they initially seemed, and now Crowley had a reliable aide at his beck and call.

That would've been the end of the story if Crowley's worries ended there.

Perhaps it's his intuition as a mage, one that's been sharpened by many years of experience, but there was something off about the Prefect. It was subtle enough for none of the other professors to pick up on it, perhaps not even the prefect the▅self were aware of it, but Crowley co▅ld fe▅▅ it.

The lingering mi▅▅ma ▅▅ p▅rmea▅▅ from ▅▅em, it ▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅ ▅▅▅ M▅▅▅l▅ ▅▅ ▅no▅▅ ▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ , ▅n▅▅d f▅rom the loo▅▅ ▅, if Crowley doesn't get it under control, it might spell disaster for the mages in his beloved college.

They'd succeeded his expectations as a prefect, so why not bestow upon them another act of kindness?

A knock resounded from the door to the Headmaster's office, before creaking open. Under the candles that lit the office dimly, the prefect looked like one of the many ghosts that toiled in the campus.

"Apologies for the delay," they nodded, curtly greeting the Headmaster, "It took a while to convince Professor Trein to let me into the library archives, but I got what you asked for."

"It can't be helped, I suppose. The lecture he gave me that time still rings in my ears," Crowley picked the bundle of files off of Yuulis' hands.

"Rightfully so," the monotone in their voice wavered, "With all due respect, I don't see why what you did was necessary, nor will it benefit you or your reputation, Headmaster."

His fingers intertwined and rested over his mouth, obscuring what's left of his face. A part of him thought that Yuulis wouldn't question his actions, but it seems they had not let their guard down completely. Not that he blamed them--in a world of villains, it's wiser to play your cards right.

"I've made it quite clear that it was a mutual agreement, yes?" he says, "One day, you'll understand, once you've proven that you're worthy of carrying my secrets."

He sauntered towards them, slow and heavy footsteps circling around the prefect, "Besides, don't you want my help? You won't have to isolate yourself anymore, drifting around from place to place, worrying about hurting other people. You'll be able to live a normal life. It'd be easier for me to help you with your more personal matters like this, wouldn't you agree, my dearest nephew?"

It was probably underhanded of him to take advantage of their ignorance, but it's too late for them. The pact has been made, Crowley isn't sure whether Yuulis could feel the invisible link that binds them together as well, but the matching blue vest he gave them, their new surname, was enough to send them the message.

"It's getting late, come now, I'll walk you back to that rickety old--err, Ramshackle dorm," says the headmaster, waiting for Yuulis to trail behind him, like they usually do.

With bated breath, they come to accept their new circumstances. They step closer to the Headmaster.

"As you wish, uncle,"

#happy april fools!!!#yeeeaaaaahhhhhhhhhh #i think i wrote this for twst's first anniversary...time rlly flies lmao #i also changed some stuff from the original.. mostly cus new game info.. & such. and getting a better grasp/having different views on--#the characters #waaaaa #dont think too much on the writing pls...gdghghghg #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #disney twst #twst yuu #dire crowley #divus crewel #twst sam #mozus trein #yuulis crowley

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u-adskinaesthetic · 6 months

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LOL, imagine: Twisted Wonderland mini fanfics.

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Ok, but can you imagine dating Floyd and him not being chosen to attend the masquerade event, but you are. There are only two outcomes I can think of that would happen.

Scenario 1# Crybaby

Floyd: Why can't I go?!! It's not fair Shrimpy is going and not me!!!

(Y/n): *Literally can't breathe being crushed to death in Floyd's arms*

Azul: Go ahead, cry about it. You're just throwing a tantrum because (Y/n) is going and you are not.

Floyd: *Squeezing the absolute life out of (Y/n)* But I want to go!! It's not fair!!!

Jade: *Amused. This little piece of sh*t won't help you* Floyd, your suffocating (Y/n).

(Y/n): *Can't plead for life with your mouth covered. You pass out due to suffocation*

When you wake up, you'll have a very clingy Floyd following you around before your departure. It takes the whole staff and more to pry him off you before you can travel through the mirror. Floyd would cry even when he is pinned to the ground trying to join your group. You promise him lots of cuddles and kisses when you get back.

Scenario 2# Threatens Crowley. Period.

*Just before everyone departs on their trip, Floyd rushes in at mock speed tackling you into a hug*

(Y/n): *Absolutely squished in Floyd's arms* Floyd, what are you doing here?

Floyd: Isn't this great Shrimpy? I get to come with you! We're going to have so much fun together! *Happy eel noises as he twirls you both*

Crowley: *Coming up from behind with that dumbass smile of his* I have decided it would be best if another exemplary student like Mr. Leech helps represent our school. Why, he was so full of energy and so pushy.....ahem...I mean excited, I couldn't say no. I am most gracious!

(Y/n): *Smiles* Floyd threatened you, didn't he?

Floyd: Yay, Shrimpy!!!

*Everyone, mostly Azul who is already getting a headache, worried about how things will play out*

You are genuinely happy Floyd gets to come with you. Man is attached to your hip everywhere you go. There was never a dull moment with him, and the memories you shared will never perish. Nor the hundreds of hugs or kisses you received every second of the day. Rollo was disgusted. He's just mad because he gets no women with that ugly *ss bowl cut on his head.

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#twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd #twst masquerade #disney twisted wonderland #disney #funny stuff #creative writing #shitpost #fanfic #mini fanfic #incorrect quotes #twst incorrect quotes #x reader #fem reader #shortread

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short-wooloo · 1 month

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Because Ventress is probably in tomorrow's BB episode and because I've seen some posts where people wail about "not respecting the eu", retconning the books, canon is meaningless, blah blah blah etc, I think it's time to remind people of an important fact:

(Say it with me kids)

The EU is not canon to the movies and shows

This is not new

This isn't even a disney thing

This is how it's always been, since the days of Lucas

The movies and shows do not have to follow the books/eu, but the eu must follow the movies/shows

If there's a contradiction, the higher canon material-a show or movie-wins out

EU is only "canon" so long as real canon doesn't say otherwise

For example: Ventress died in a book, and for years nothing said otherwise, but crucially, no show or movie has said "Ventress is dead", ergo while she was dead in the eu, as far as canon was concerned, Ventress is still out there

From there, Lo and behold The Bad Batch in March 2024

#eu is not canon #legends is not canon #look sooner or later all eu stuff will be overwritten by a movie or show #because disney is gonna milk this cow for all its worth #make peace with it #wooloo-writes #wooloo writes #star wars #sw #the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #sw canon #the bad batch spoilers #asajj ventress

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firawren · 5 months

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“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Beast squirmed. “I don’t know, Belle…”

“Please? I really liked having you with me in my bed, but your bed is bigger.”

He had liked being in her bed too, but that was the problem—he liked it too much. It had been so hard to pull away from her soft body and warm mouth that morning. But it was so hard to say no to her, too.

“Alright.”

Her face lit up with delight, and she linked her arm with his. “Let’s go!”

Beast felt a nervous anticipation fluttering in his stomach as soon as they walked into his room. She’d been in here before, but never with the intention to share his bed. They walked toward it together, and Beast swallowed thickly. The bed had been magically repaired and beautified when the curse broke, but was still enormous and solid enough for a huge beast like him. He knew for a fact it could stand up to the force of his frenzied rutting, in those times when his animal lust drove him over the edge. But there would be no rutting tonight, he firmly reminded his already betraying body. Just sleeping.

As soon as they stopped by the bed, Belle started unlacing her dress, and Beast’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“Getting undressed for bed. Don’t tell me you normally sleep in all your clothes.”

Normally he slept naked, but there was no way he’d be able to make it through the night in a bed with Belle if he wasn’t wearing pants. He doubted he’d get much sleep tonight as it was.

But sleeping fully dressed like he had last night was dreadfully uncomfortable. So he pulled his shirt off and left it at that. Belle had seen him like this before. This would be safe enough.

He climbed into bed and stared hard at the ceiling while his blasted beast ears picked up every hushed sound of fabric sliding over soft skin and dropping to the floor as Belle finished getting undressed.

The previous night she had been sleepy, but tonight she seemed not to be, running her hands into his mane and kissing him eagerly as soon as she was beside him. He grunted and curled a paw around her waist, holding her close as his tongue explored her mouth.

The rich scent of her arousal bloomed out from her, making Beast feel almost giddy with want. He pulled his mouth from hers to bump his snout into the crook of her neck, where her scent was even stronger. His nostrils flared as he breathed it in, filling his greedy lungs with her desire. He swept his tongue over her throat, needing to taste more of her, and she moaned and rocked closer to him.

Continue reading chapter 8 of Transformation on AO3

This gorgeous artwork by @rain1940 was commissioned by my friend @thefamilybruno to go along with my Beauty and the Beast fanfic Transformation. In chapter 8, things start getting spicy as Beast and Belle finally start sharing a bed, though they won't end up as they are in this artwork for a wee bit longer yet...

#fanart #belle x beast #sleepy times #sexy times #monster fucking #beauty and the beast 1991 #batb 91 #belle #the beast #transformation fic #batb fanfic #disney fanfiction #disney #fanfic #my writing #my stuff

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encanto-extended-edition · 8 months

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Something is brewing...🦋✨️

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I hope ya'll are excited!! I know we are! 💖 Stick around and details will be released very soon!

Also, feel free to shoot us any questions or suggestions. We are both new to this, please be nice to us ✨️it's the law.✨️

See you all soon! 💖

#encanto oc #encanto fandom #oc stuff #oc event #encanto disney #art and writing event #so exciting!

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firesmokeandashes · 4 months

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I had a weird dream last night.

Izuku was some kind of mystical wishing star boy who had been trapped in a cave, and Katsuki, who was batman for some reason, found him.

There were relatively no rules to what the finder of the wishing star could wish for. So Katsuki wished for Izuku to travel with him and grant him (Katsuki) anything he wished for whenever he wished for it.

But Katsuki was very wise with his wishes because, like he's batman, he's kind of a billionaire and can get whatever he fucking wants anyways. He was also extremely kind to Izuku, and Katsuki thinks Izuku is pretty and sweet, so they ended up falling in love. In my dream, I'm shown this through a batman tv show montage intro.

Like it was cinematic, with mysterious music playing in the background mixed with a cinematic version of the batman theme song, panoramic camera shots, and one of those comic style 'on a dark rooftop' silhouette kissing scenes.

It was all very interesting.

Then the dream cut to this scene where this villain, who I think, was a mix of egghead and a mafia cartel guy, thinks he has somehow convinced Izuku to betray Katsuki (a.k.a batman), and is bringing Batman to him.

Izuku, of course, told Katsuki about this, and together, they came up with this genius plan that only worked because it was a dream.

The plan was that Izuku would take a mechanical bat suit with him and make it look like the suit was somehow under his control due to mind control or something. The bat suit looked like the one from the bat man versus super man movie except it had red glowing eyes and was mechanical.

Anyway, Izuku brought the suit with him. It basically followed his every move, and he brought it to the villain. The villain, of course, was very pleased with this and told Izuku he would be well compensated. Then he pulled out a pistol, that looked like it belonged in one of the westerns my grandpa watches, and tells Izuku to get out of the way.

When Izuku didn't move, the villain clicked the gun safety off and told Izuku one more time to "get out of the way before he shot both of them."

When Izuku didn't move again, the villain pulled the trigger, Izuku somehow managed to duck just in time, causing the suit to duck with him because it was somehow hooked up to follow all of Izuku's major body movements.

Then Katsuki comes crashing in through a skylight and knocks the villain unconscious.

Then my dream ended.

Also, during the entire dream, I got the sense that Katsuki and Izuku have full undying trust in the other and that they are deeply in love.

It wasn't specifically stated, I just knew because that's what my subconscious told me.

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incorrectneverland · 26 days

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Jafar: *drunk af * Has anyone ever told you~ *hic* your outfit is garbage?

Hook: you have, many times.

Jafar: Why haven't you taken it off yet?~

Hook: *throws Jafar in bathtub and turns on the cold water * RISE AND SHINE!

Jafar: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!???

Hook: I'll be in the other room once you've sobered up. *Leaves a dry set of clothes on the sink *

#Id imagine Hook is the more responsible of the two...not by much but you know #love writing these two #peter pan #musings #disney jafar #jafar aladdin #aladdin #captain hook #disney villains #probably gonna do more slice of life stuff

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glimmerkey · 8 months

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90s Disney - The Lion King Stationary Set

#lion king #simba #stationary #letters #disney #writing #accessories #90s stuff

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valorianknights · 5 months

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This should've been the villain song in Wish

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I just saw the movie and I was not impressed. The songs could've been better though. Especially the VILLAIN SONG.

The movie isn't the worst, but it's not the best either. It's just mediocre. It's fine.

Compared to the movies it references though (oh boy do they reference em'), it's just shows how vague and muddled the movie is.

I think it needed another rewrite or two, because it has the pieces there, they just need to be better connected.

I'll make a separate post about my thoughts on the movie.

Anyway, I think that with the context of the scene before Magnifico starts his villain song that " All That I've Done For You", would've fit much better. Especially with how Magnifico feels about the kingdom, his subjects questioning him, and could've given, us the audience, a little more understanding of how his backstory has influenced his behaviors.

This would have also been a nod to how in Encanto, where Alma held on too tight in fear of losing her home again. Except, instead of realizing he's gone too far or that his actions are hurting the people he swore to protect, he doubles down, he gets angry, he doesn't understand why no one else understands the threat to the kingdom. He then sees everyone questioning him as a betrayal to all he's ever done for them. They're traitors and will be treated as such.

If the story was better written then everything Magnifico chooses to do would be direct responses to trauma. He can still be the villain, but we should watch it happen. Like a fall arc.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

He's probably very paranoid of another threat that could destroy his home again. So what did he do when he lost everything? He researched, studied and practiced magic so he could become strong. So he would never lose again.

Then he founded Rosas. Why? So anyone in need of a home would be safe, protected and provided for.

Then he starts granting wishes for the people and this is what he becomes known for. But... Why? Idk. The movie isn't really good at giving a answer that isn't vague.

Why does he not grant all of them? Fear.

He's afraid, he's paranoid of the butterfly effect. He looks for every possible outcome for the wishes he considers granting and begins thinking of every worse case scenario, unable to see the good.

I feel like there should be a magic system of some kind, rules to how his magic works, maybe there are limits or consequences of wish magic.

Like equivalent exchange or his powers draw energy from his life force and uses the wishes energy? Magic? To keep himself alive?

Or if Disney wanted him to be evil from the start and really have him ham it up. Maybe use this song from Elena of Avalor.

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Just replace the lyrics, he stole everything he wanted, even took my two pet mice, with

He stole everything he wanted, even took my parents' lives

#disney wish #My thoughts #king magnifico #Magnifico deserved better #A better story and a better villain song #Wish deserved better writing #For kids isn't an excuse for lack of quality #Why can't Disney just use their deleted songs for other stuff?#Deleted Disney songs #I have ideas for rewrites #But I'm busy with other projects right now #Elena of Avalor had some bops guys #Youtube

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 6 months

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we’ll be alright ִ ࣪ ✦˚ drabble

request: no

fandom: treasure planet (2002)

relationship: jim hawkins x gn! reader

summary: You have a touching moment with your boyfriend.

contains: established relationship, fluff, hugs, tears, kiss at the end, short dialogue, no reader pronouns, second person POV, very sappy

a/n: this is set post voyage, and was inspired by Fine Line

Resting his head on your shoulder, Jim takes a slow deep breath as he relaxes against you. You feel his shoulders shake a little as he lets out a soft chuckle under his breath. His hands wrap around your middle and he pulls you in closer, locking you in a wholehearted embrace as if this was the last time he ever would. He’s so close that you can almost feel the subtle beat of his heart against your chest.

You can tell by the way that he buries his face into your shoulder and takes a slow deep breath that he’s on the brink of crying. Tears of your own begin to well up in your eyes as you return the gesture, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a gentle squeeze as you lean your head on him.

It’s perfect. As if you were made to hold each other, fitting in each other’s arms like lock and key. Part of you wanted to spend the rest of forever here.

Just as the thought crosses your mind, you hear a muffled sniff come from Jim as he begins to raise his head and slowly pull back. Not completely, just enough so you can look at him.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jim says softly, reaching down and taking one of your hands in his. As he presses the back of your hand to his lips, you can’t help but let out a tearful giggle. Deep down, you know he’s partially telling himself that.

You know Jim loves you, and he knows you love him too. But he has confided in you about his anxieties and fears before, that something would happen out of your control, that would take one of you away from the other, or that you might wind up falling apart the way his parents did. A dozen and a half different ways your relationship could go wrong.

But now, those fears seem to have washed away with the tide, and in their place was a newfound courage in himself as he holds your hand against his chest and leans in closer so his forehead touches your own.

“We’ll be alright.” Jim whispers, as certain of that as the sunrise, tears rolling down his cheeks as he leans in closer until pressing his lips against yours.

Jim isn’t sure what he could have done to deserve this, but dammit if he isn’t grateful for it. And now, all he wants it to be close to the light that is you, to feel the loving warmth of your soul in the simplest of gestures. And now, he has the faith in himself to do this right.