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casiia · 1 year

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OMG OMG OKAY HEAR ME OUT. ghostface ethan edging reader after reader receives a phone call from him…!!?!?!?!!!

[ 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ]

pairing .: ethan landry x reader

genre .: suggestive content

word count .: 2k

warnings .: smut-ish (minors dni.), contains scream XI spoilers! scream plotline, threatening, mentions of a knife, soooo unedited, kissing, lingering touches, dry humping

author's note .: maybe planning on making another part to this <3 i have no idea if this is what was actually requested, but i had a lot of fun writing this! took a massive break from writing and i think i’m back, this is probably very ooc and might make no sense but i have zero experience writing thriller things like this idk. dialogue was used from the 1995 (or 7) scream movie. accepting constructive criticism, reblogs are appreciated.

“hey, pretty girl.”

pulling the phone away from your ear confused, you checked your screen to see who was on the other line, frowning slightly when you saw no contact.

“who is this?” setting the home phone back on it’s stand, you let the call ring out on speaker, turning your attention back to the stove.

“there’s no fun in telling you who i am just yet, why don’t you answer a few of my questions first.”

rolling your eyes, you shook the pot once more before turning to lean against the counter, the buttery smell of popcorn filling your nose. “why should i do that?” speaking over the loud crackles and pops coming from the fire, you moved around the island to grab a bowl.

“it’ll be fun. so tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

“hm, i don’t know.” pouring the yellow kernels into the large bowl, you popped a few pieces into your mouth with a satisfied hum. grabbing the phone and turning it off speaker, you pressed it between your ear and shoulder, balancing the device steadily. “maybe, halloween? think that’s the one where that guy stalks the babysitters.”

“you think it was scary?”

“i guess, anyways. tell me who you are now.” ungraciously falling onto the couch, you picked at the pieces of popcorn that had fallen into your lap, licking your lips with a smile as a salty taste covered your tastebuds.

“can’t do that princess, haven’t finished asking my questions.”

“then hurry up and ask them already.” annoyance showing on your face, you reached across the many throw pillows and grabbed the remote — clicking through the channels with disinterest, before going to browse your downloaded pick of scary movies.

“you got a boyfriend?”

eyebrows raising in shock, you stilled with a quiet laugh. “why, wanna ask me out on a date or what.” you teased the person on the other line, shifting in your seat as you began to ponder who you were really talking to.

“we’ll see, do you have a boyfriend?”

“no.” placing the overflowing bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, you stood to make way to your room, keeping the chunky phone against your ear.

“that’s a shame, such a pretty one you are.”

biting back a smile, you switched the light to your room on; bending down to open your drawer of pajamas, you tossed an oversized shirt onto your neatly made bed. “you gonna be this charming to me when i find out who you are?”

“maybe.”

“got anymore questions for me, or can i start guessing who this is.” unbuttoning your jeans, you kicked the pair of uncomfortable pants off . turning the speaker back on, you tossed the phone onto your pillow, pulling your tank top up and over your head before slipping on the big shirt.

“go ahead, you’re giving me such a good show.”

“what are you talking about?” picking up the dirty clothes that you had left stranded on your floor, you walked into your connecting bathroom, putting the clothes in your dirty hamper.

“hm, that’s a nice shirt you’re wearing. where did you get it?”

eyes widening in surprise, you slowly turned back into your bedroom, your knuckles white as you gripped onto the phone. “can you see me?”

“ah what a good girl! putting her brain to some use.”

“if you can really see me, how many fingers am i holding up?” walking up to your window, you peered outside trying to get a good look. sticking out your middle finger, you squinted as you stared into your dark backyard, trying to piece together unfamiliar shadows.

“funny, one.”

“shit.” shutting your blinds in hurry, you stumbled out of your room, quickly heading back downstairs. “who is this, jason?”

“from econ? no.”

“you better leave me alone, my boyfriend is coming over soon.” closing the blinds to your backdoor, you shuffled into your kitchen, grabbing a large knife. “he’s strong, s-so get out of here!”

“i thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend?”

“w-well i lied!” locking your front door, you turned down all the lights, curling into a corner, knife in hand. your breath was ragged, eyes darting from place to place in worry. “tell me who you are before i call the police.”

“quit being such a brat, the fun isn’t over just yet.”

chewing on your lip, tears lined your waterline as fear overtook you. anxiety creeping up your throat with every shallow breath you took. “this isn’t funny.” you flinched at the loud noise emitting from the buzzing device, a staticy and robotic laugh filling the eerily quiet apartment.

“you look so cute with that knife. what’re you gonna do, stab me?”

“show yourself, you coward!” standing from the hardwood floor, you paced around the kitchen, blinking away any tears that threatened to spill down your pink cheeks. frustration and anger burning in your chest, when the anonymous caller laughed again.

“careful what you wish for.”

a loud ringing echoes from the phone as the call ends, the wind whistling against the windows has you whipping your head to each sudden noise. pressing yourself up against the wall, the knife that you held a safe distance away from you.

“where are you, motherfucker.” your voice just barely above a whisper, you jumped at the sound of your doorknob rattling – a fist loudly knocking against the wood of your door. “go away! i’ll kill you.”

“baby? hey, what’s going on it’s just me.”

“ethan?” letting the knife drop to the marble of your kitchen countertop, you winced at the loud clang. running to your front door, you stood on the tip of your toes, peering through the peak hole to see your boyfriend awkwardly standing in front of you. twisting the lock, you threw the door open before jumping into his arms.

“what’s wrong? did you forget i was coming or something?” pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he circles his arms around your waist with a hesitant laugh.

“no- no. this guy just prank called me, i was so scared.” pressing your face into his shoulder, you gripped onto his coat, muffled sobs racking from your chest. “he saw me, ethan.”

“no, pretty, don't cry. i’m sure it was just some sick joke.” gently pulling you away from his tearstained coat, he cradled your face in the palm of his hand; wiping your wet cheeks, he pressed a light kiss in between your brows. “relax, no one’s gonna hurt you as long as i’m here.”

“can you stay the night?” leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. “don’t think i can sleep without you.” twirling his thick brown hair between your fingers, you sighed heavily, relaxing in his embrace.

“of course, i was planning on it anyway.” adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he squeezed your hip once nudging you inside your apartment. “don’t want these creeps lookin at you, especially without pants.”

shaking your head with a smile, you wiped your remaining tears with the back of your hand, sniffling quietly and shuffling back inside. “lock it, please.” grabbing his bag, you tossed it onto the sofa, the sound of a lock clicking easing your shoulders.

“you were really scared, huh.” ethan laughs at the abandon knife on the counter, picking it up and putting it back with the other collection of cooking knives.

“i was, that was the creepiest interaction i’ve ever had.” dragging your hands down your face with a huff, you walked over to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his back. “y’should jus’ move in with me.” your words muffled, you felt his chest rise and fall with another laugh.

“i was the one that made that request, i’d rather live with you than chad.” he loosened your arms around him, dragging you around his body so you were caged between him and the counter. “i am really sorry you had to go through that, did you call the police?”

“no, i think there are worse things to worry about. it was just some silly call.” rubbing your arms nervously, you took a deep breath, reassuring yourself of any crazy thoughts. “i don’t want to talk about it anymore, how was your day?” pulling yourself up on the countertop, you shuddered lightly when your bare skin met with the cool marble.

“uninteresting, just caught up in some classes, i missed you a lot.” moving in between your legs, he dragged his fingers against your thigh, teasing the hem of your shirt higher up your leg. “is this mine? i’ve been looking for it.” inching his hand up your shirt, he squeezed your hip, his thumb trailing along the lace of your panties.

“mhm, it’s comfortable. didn’t think you’d miss it much.” sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you placed your hands on his chest, drawing little circles into his shirt. looking up at him through your lashes, you licked your lips, your fingers settling at the base of his neck. “ethan…”

“what is it, baby.” bringing his other hand up to your cheek, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “want me to stop?” moving to retract his hand that found it’s way under your shirt, he looked down at you with worried eyes, scared that he had read the room wrong.

“no! no. i want you, ethan.” grabbing his wrist, you bring his large hands back to your body, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his collarbone. “do you— do you want me?” guiding his hands under your shirt, you whined softly, his cold fingers grazing your stomach.

“oh fuck.” mumbling under his breath, he pressed his lips to your forehead, glancing down at your exposed panties; pretty and pink, decorated with a white lace, a small bow stitched right in the center.

“gonna answer my question?” trailing along the seam of his belt, you played with the hem of his shirt, your lips lingering on his skin with every word you mumbled.

“i do, baby. let me make you feel good.” rubbing up and down your sides with a light chuckle, he gently patted your waist. “you deserve it, such a good girl.”

tugging at the collar of his thick coat, you pressed your soft lips to his with a happy hum, your fingers entangling in his curly brunette hair. swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, you brought your hand up to cup his jaw, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

ethan grinned against your lips, snaking his arm around your waist to grind his clothed crotch against your damp panties. “s’wet for me, haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

gasping into his mouth at the roll of his hips, you squeezed your thighs around his waist yearning for more. “please, ethan.” your words blurred together as you continued to kiss him – you tugged lightly on his hair with a mewl, the bulge showing in his jeans nudging your clit.

“so needy, can’t wait–”

a deafening ring cuts him off, his phone softly buzzing in the pocket of his jacket. letting your hands fall from his hair and atop of his shoulders, you shook your head with concern. “ethan, no.”

“relax, i bet it’s just chad.” giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the red phone. tilting his screen, he showed you the number on the screen, one that he had not previously saved. “recognize it?”

“no, i wasn’t shown a number.” anxiously playing with your fingers, you kept your eyes glued to the vibrating phone. “put it on speaker.”

nodding at your request, you watched him accept the call, letting it play out loud. “who is this?”

“hello, ethan. what’s your favorite scary movie?”

🏷 .: @loaksbitch @sullybby @vmptears my stinky ethan landry apologist

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celestialwhoree · 1 month

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first of, ofc i have notifs on for you. hello? have you read your work? 🙄

second, not sure if you take requests right now but i’d kill for some simon fluff. been sick in bed for the past few days and been dreaming of that big strong military princess taking care of me🤧

-🦇

Big strong military princess I love him 🎀🫶

"You look fucking terrible, darl." Simon grumbles as he returns to your shared bedroom, where you currently lay wallowing in self pity, darkness, and a mildly concerning fever. You attempt to level him with what you hope is a steely glare, which isn't made very easy with the way your eyes are so swollen you can barely keep them open. "Soup and then bath, or bath and then soup?" He probes, although he's already hoisting you up by the armpits to carry your lank, worryingly sweaty body to the bathroom, where he props you on a little stool as he fills the bath with steaming hot water and epsom salts. "-lusion of choice." You slur, leaning your head back against the cool bathroom tile in the hope of some reprieve from the way your body feels like it's being slow roasted. "Mm. Yeah." The low rumble of Simon's attempt at seeming interested in your incoherent babbling falls on deaf ears as he turns off the tap and sets to work undressing you, throwing your sweaty pyjamas in the direction of the hamper before easing you into the hot bath. The moment you're submerged, you're already attempting to climb from the bath, grabbing for Simon's shoulders as he keeps you in the tub, splashing and hissing like an angry cat. "Needs to be hot, baby, need to sweat that fever out, yeah?" He croons, holding you until you relax back into the water.

Once you're safely settled back under clean sheets, in fresh pyjamas, the hazy figure of your boyfriend returns to the doorway, this time with a bowl of soup and a spoon balanced with one hand, and your hairbrush in the other. "Right, let's get you fed, hey?" He coaxes, attempting to feed you the soup, which you flat out refuse to let him do. Instead you relegate him to brushing and braiding your wet hair as you sip the chicken broth directly from the bowl, sighing deeply as it warms your insides. The warmth of the soup, paired with the fuzzy haze that's settled across your brain like morning mist in the valley, have you practically falling asleep sitting up. "Done?" It's impossible for Simon to miss the way your head begins to droop and your loosening grasp on the soup bowl, which he grabs before you can spill it all over yourself. "Tired." You rumble, barely holding back a yawn as you snuggle back into Simon's chest, falling asleep not long after to the gentle thump of his heartbeat, and the same episode of Real Housewives you've watched at least four times in a row, having had to restart because you kept falling asleep.

I loooove you 🦇 anon! Giving me cute ideas!! Thank you!! I very politely need a buff military man to look after me at all times always for the rest of ever pls🫶 Also 🦇, how do you cope with having notifs on for me all I do is come on here and yap🫣

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thebearer · 8 months

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Oh my god dad!carmy is absolutely everything!!! I’m so obsessed!! Would you be able to write about reader convincing carmy to try for baby number 2 and things get a little spicy?

"She asleep?" You hum softly, creeping towards Carmen on the couch.

Carmen tilted his head down, looking at the sleeping toddler on his chest. Cheek smushed to his shirt, lips apart blowing soft air out. She looked positively angelic in her sleep, a contrast from the screeching terror she'd been earlier. Carmen's heart melted looking at Teddy.

"Yeah, she fell asleep pretty easy tonight." He nodded, running a hand down her curls, still a little damp from her bath.

"You want me to take her?" You offered, leaning down to pick her up easily.

"Nah, I got it, honey." Carmen muttered, rising from his place on the couch, pressing a kiss to your cheek when he passed you.

You watched him, arms wrapping around yourself as he padded down the hall, pushing the door open to Teddy's nursery- Teddy's room. Your heart sunk, a reminder that your baby girl was growing up. Carmen, Richie, and Fak had moved her crib out, traded it for a little bed with railings so she wouldn't fall in her sleep but a bed.

You waited for Carmen in your bedroom, crawling to the edge of the bed while he stripped into his pajamas. "She stay asleep?" You asked. Carmen hummed in affirmation, shimmying his sweatpants to his feet, stepping out and tossing them in the hamper.

Your mouth watered at the sight, eyes trained on his briefs. "You turned the sound machine on?" You asked, nearly robotically.

"Yeah and the, uh, the night light thing." Carmen muttered, looking over at you, brows creasing. "You good?"

You nodded, looking up at him, his lips spreading into a knowing smile. He knew that look. "Hey," Carmen smirked, looking at you with a tilt of his head. "You good? Need somethin', baby?" He rasped, voice dropping to that octave that drove you wild.

"Yeah," You hummed, reaching out to rub your hands down his toned arms, pulling him closer to you.

"Yeah? Whaddya need, baby?" Carmen muttered, head tilting to slot his lips over yours, fingers tucked under your chine sweetly.

"I want another baby." You muttered, your tone hushed and light, so casually Carmen nearly missed it.

He faltered for a moment, pulling back to look at you. "Wha-What? What did you say?" He frowned, sure he misheard you.

You sighed, a short huff that followed with that pout, eyes batting sweetly up at Carmen. "I want a baby, Carm." You said again. Carmen felt his heart lurch in his chest, sure his face showed you the panic he was feeling. It did.

"We-We said-"

"-We said when Teddy got older." You gave him a pointed look. "She's older now, Carm."

"Don't." Carmen shook his head, lips pulling downward in a pout. He didn't want to think about the fact that his baby really was growing up.

You smiled softly, cupping his cheek in your hand. "She's three. Now is like the perfect time. I don't want them super spaced apart."

Carmen hesitated, rolling the idea in his head. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been think about it. You'd been dropping hints for weeks about Teddy having a sibling.

You frowned at Carmen's silence, pulling away gently. "You don't want to?"

"No, I-I mean, no, it's just..." Carmen ran a hand over his face. "I gotta get some shit together before we do. Plan a little better this time." You pouted lightly, face falling. "I want to, I do. I just... I wanna be here with you this time. Be around more than I was with Teddy."

Your eyes lit up, lip rolling between your lip. It wasn't that Carmen wasn't present with Teddy, but he wasn't around as much as he would have liked. The restaurant was still being established, and truthfully, Carmen underestimated the difficulty of balancing a newborn and a business. He knew better this time, knew a little more of what to expect so he could plan for it.

"Do... Do you want another?" You asked, eyes lifting to his so sweetly his chest ached with that familiar warmth.

"Yeah," Carmen laughed softly, breathy. "I want a million fuckin' babies with you. Told you that and I meant it, baby." He had told you that. Your wedding night, in between the sheets, still high off pure adrenaline and bliss. The two of you just planning your lives together, spilling hopes and dreams for the future in shared giggles, sweet kisses, love drunk words and wishes.

"Just... let me get my shit more together and then we can start tryin'." Carmen schmoozed, lips fluttering over yours, capturing them in a sweet kiss.

"Alright." You muttered into the kiss, hands sliding over Carmen's, threading through his hair. "But," You pulled apart, nose pressed to his. "I mean, I still want to fuck."

Carmen snorted, grinning at your bluntness, heart skipping at your words. It amazed him how he still wasn't used to this, somehow. You. You still surprised him, kept it interesting, even after a kid, being married, being together for so much longer before that. You could still get him flustered, bending to your every whim, like you had when you first met him. When everything was still new, that stayed the same.

#thebearer #bearblahs #thebearerblurbs #carmen berzatto #dad!carmen berzatto x mom!reader #dad!carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto fluff #the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x fem!reader #carmen berzatto x female!reader #carmen berzatto x you #dilf!carmen berzatto #dorothea “teddy” berzatto

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harlowcomehome · 4 months

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Chores and soap bubbles:

A Hazel and Jade fic.

You gathered up the laundry for what felt like the millionth time this week, sighing as you threw Jack's green new balance sweat pants into the hamper that you already struggled to carry.

“Are you serious? ” You mumbled to yourself realizing he was putting clothes in the hamper that hadn’t worn in a while, pulling them out one by one to look over them.

“Jackman? Why is this in here?” You walked into the living room, holding up a Gucci shirt by the collar that you’d never seen him wear, not even once.

He wasn’t paying attention to you, he had been distracted for the last month or so. You couldn’t blame him, knowing he was preparing for the next album but all of your household duties were starting to weigh on you.

You stood in front of him now, snapping your fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

“What the-“ he removed his AirPods and looked at you blankly. He was trying to come up with lyrics and was engulfed in doing that.

“Why am I washing this?” You held the shirt in front of him. Your jaw flexed at the frustrations your face wore.

“It was wrinkled” he shrugged before putting his AirPod back into his ear, he couldn’t be bothered with your frustrations at the moment.

Jack had offered several times over the years for the two of you to get a maid or housekeeper of some sort but you liked being in control of those things, which made you feel awful for complaining, so you rarely did.

You opened the lid to your washer and put as many articles of clothing inside that fit. You were wondering how your husband and the girls went through so many clothes, knowing you had spent most of your days this week inside of the house.

Hazel and Jade were playing in the backyard when it started to heavily rain. The two of them had been playing soccer in the backyard for over an hour.

Jack hadn’t noticed them coming inside or noticed that they left mud all over the living room.

You were at your wits end, as you scanned the living room floor that was now covered in mud. You had just moped a few hours earlier, the house still filled with the scent of cleaner.

Hazel noticed the shoe prints, a gasp escaping her. She knew how long it took you to clean.

“I’m so sorry Mommy” she mumbled, her voice small as she stood in the hallway with Jade closely behind her.

“We can help clean it up!” Jade exclaimed, Jack finally realized what was going on once he looked up and around the living room.

“No, girls that’s fine. Mommy will handle it” Jack nonchalantly replied.

You wouldn’t deny that you would’ve said that same sentence yourself, but the fact that he didn’t offer to help was only adding to your feeling of being overwhelmed.

“Don’t worry about it girls. Just get cleaned up. Leave your shoes right there” You pointed off to the side and smiled at them softly to let them know you weren’t upset with them.

Hazel could immediately feel the tension in the room, helping her little sister take her shoes off and leaving them to the side of the room before quickly skipping out of the room.

You pulled the AirPod out of his ear aggressively, as soon as the girls were out of earshot startling him as he jumped a little.

“Did you suddenly come down with a serious allergy to mops that I don’t know about?” You stood before him with your arms crossed against your chest.

“What do you mean?” He couldn’t help but laugh, unsure if you were being serious with him or not.

“Why do you just assume that I’m going to clean that mess? You were supposed to be watching them through the window like you said you would.”

“I’m a little busy here” he scoffed knowing this was going to be an argument.

“You’re always too busy for everything, especially me” Your lips trembled.

“That's not true Y/N.” He took a sharp breath in, the sentence you said stinging and making him feel hurt now too.

You didn’t have the energy to fight, shuffling to the bedroom in your worn-out slippers and slamming the door shut.

Hours had gone by before you heard the bedroom door creak open, it was the sound of your daughters and not your husband so you welcomed them with open arms.

“Mommy! Are you sick?” Jade giggled, realizing you were awake as the two of them crawled into bed with you.

“No baby, I’m just tired” You opened your arm for the both of them to snuggle closer to you.

“Daddy made a yummy dinner if you’re hungry” Hazel knew that if you weren’t sick you were likely upset as you rarely had any downtime to lay in bed otherwise.

“Oh yeah? What did he make?” You tickled her tummy making her giggle as Jack walked in with a plate of food for you.

“I thought I’d let you get a nap in” he smiled, handing you the plate of food as he sat on the bed beside you and the girls.

“Hey girls, do you want to get dessert ready?” Jack had to think of a way to get them out of the room for a moment as they both excitedly hopped off the bed and into the kitchen together.

“I’m sorry for earlier. I was being an ass, and I wasn’t thinking. I cleaned up the living room and switched out the laundry.”

“I just get tired of having to do it all, and I know that I chose that but-“

“No. Don’t do that. I was wrong. I need to help out more” he leaned in, moving your hair from your face as he kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry for saying what I said too. I didn’t mean it. ” You took his hands into yours, kissing the top of them before he leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

“I guess I forgive you” he playfully replied in a sing-songy tone making you giggle.

“Let’s go out there. The littles are taking too long” You giggled at the nickname and Jack held your plate as you got out of bed.

••••

The following days were better, Jack helped when he was available but with an out-of-state concert scheduled, you knew you had to carry the load.

The first day without Jack, you woke up to a noisy house. The girls were normally still in bed, making you suspicious of how long you had slept in. You checked the time realizing it was only eight thirty, still late for you as you hurried to the kitchen.

Hazel and Jade had woken up before you and took the initiative to help with the chores that their dad couldn’t do while he was away.

It wasn’t until you saw the massive amount of bubbles and water all over the kitchen floor that you figured out what went wrong.

Jade was currently making soap angels on the tile floor and Hazel was covered in bubbles as she struggled to take the fifth bucket of soapy water into the backyard.

“Ahhh!” She wasn’t expecting to see you, falling backwards and spilling the bucket all over herself and the floor.

“Hazey, are you okay?” Jade scooted on the floor over to her, checking for scrapes and cuts.

“My ego is bruised but I’m okay” Hazel mumbled. (Dramatic like her dad.)

“Eggos are waffles. Silly Hazey!” Jade giggled.

You stifled a laugh, taking your slippers off and rolling up your pajama pants as you carefully slid over to your daughters.

“Sit with us!” Jade exclaimed with soapy hands.

You happily obliged before you laid down beside Hazel and Jade on the floor, laughing hysterically as the two of them burst into laughter too.

There were tears in your eyes when you finally gained composure of yourself.

“I was trying to help because daddy is gone” Hazel scooted closer to you, worried you were still going to be upset with her.

“You used dish soap?”

“Yupp” she giggled, “are you mad at us?”

“Not at all, but next time let me worry about things okay? Your only job is to be a kid” You took her chin into your hand giving her face a gentle shake.

“Now you sound like daddy” Hazel giggled and rolled her eyes having heard that phrase from her dad numerous times.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb

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canyourfavesurvivecastledracula · 28 days

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Shawn Spencer, from Psych

-even though he's not religious, he loves free stuff and also playing silly roles so he'd probably accept the crucifix while also adopting some kind of silly accent and dramatic backstory.

-con artist/detective masquerading as a psychic. would absolutely pretend to believe in vampires, but is a skeptic so he would be faking it. That said, he's extremely willing to work on the assumption of extremely wild explanations while he figures out what is really going on.

-very charming but also very annoying. Debatable whether Dracula would be amused/played by him long enough or if Shawn's hogging the spotlight/being ridiculous would irritate him too much. I feel like this also depends on how soon Shawn realizes how serious the situation is because if he isn't taking it too seriously, his antics will be intensified

-photographic memory and genius intellect, very good at putting together clues.

-very good at sneaking around and spying on stuff

-huge fan of the big reveal which would work against him if he tried it here

Is St George's Day May 5th or April 23rd? He's heard it both ways.

Shawn is too smart for his own good, and he's going to be seriously hampered by a couple of things. First off, Gus is most of his impulse control, common sense, and the crucial other half of his double act - will he, like Holmes, be "lost without [his] Boswell" ? (I have no idea who Boswell is). Second, he's all about the Bit - he has to perform all the time, he lives for it. Is Dracula sufficient audience for him to thrive? And third, his overwhelming approach is Refuge in Audacity, which I suspect will not be very well received by Dracula. But then, Dracula also does love playing the game - but his own game, not someone else's.

I agree that Shawn would lean into the vampire angle as part of a Bit, which might make him slower to realize that, no, yeah, that's actually what's going on. Oh gosh he might introduce him as Van (first name) Helsing (lastname), Vampire Hunter, just because he's Like That. (*Gus voice* NO SHAWN).

I also agree with you about the crucifix. I think he would react very similarly to Jonathan with the "I was uncomfortable but..." - sort of an "awkward but okay." Shawn's thing is that he's an excellent cold reader, so he would pick up on the fear of the locals, and maybe go in with more internal caution than he displays outwardly, which might well give him a chance.

The cold reading is also going to help him grok Dracula fairly early on a personal level. Dracula's not as subtle as he thinks he is. It should be fairly straightforward for Shawn to figure out what makes him tick and how to keep him talking. Shawn is a fine actor and nothing if not committed to the Bit. I don't think he'd opt for a Polite Young Man approach because he has to be ridiculous or he'll die, but he might lean hard into an obsequious servant/vampire thrall/pop-culture Renfield approach, since Dracula clearly enjoys being buttered up in that way. This could backfire though, because if he goes too far and Dracula suspects him of insincerity he'll just kill him.

Shawn is also in danger of succumbing to despair, but the isolation will both help and hinder him with that. The silver lining is that his loved ones are not in any kind of danger, which is when things tend to get really bad for him. But he also thrives only with an audience and a support system, and locked in his room cudgelling his brains for two months isn't going to provide him with either. It's a cat and mouse game, and Shawn does well with games in general. He's playing to win.

This one's hard. I think Shawn's worst enemy is probably himself. He can figure out Dracula, which will make him cocky, which (without his balancing influences) might make him go too far with whatever bit he's chosen, which will get him killed. Dracula runs this game, no one else - he doesn't tolerate being played with unless it's by his own rules. He's very good at what he does but he frequently gets in over his head and needs to pivot - which he does admirably! - but it's hard to pivot your way out of a head bashing when your chief weapon is being very cute in an irritating sort of of way.

I've gone back and forth a couple of times, but I ultimately am going to say that Shawn Spencer, Psychic Detective, can not survive Castle Dracula

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Slow It Down

"I just wish we could get this song done, I'm starting to hate it." Jack let out a humorous laugh as he stripped his shirt off, throwing it in the hamper in the corner of the closet. "What did you think of it, babe?" He listened for your response, stepping out of the closet when you didn't answer after a couple of seconds. The two of you had just gotten back from a dinner with Jack's record label, and you had barely been able to keep your eyes open, you were so tired, just making it to the bed before you fell asleep. Jack chuckled at the sight of you curled up tight, your knees tucked into your chest as your chest rose and fell with each breath.

You had been running off fumes for the last couple of days and Jack noticed immediately. You were usually the one taking care of him, always making sure that he got enough sleep and took time to recharge, and though you'd never complain to him, it just wasn't your nature, he knew you too well. He realized that you needed that same love and care tonight that you so selflessly showed him every day.

He decided to run you a bath, hoping it would help you relax. "Where does she keep her makeup wipes?", he mumbled to himself as he rummaged through your vanity, finding the blue package at the back of the cabinet. Your eyes fluttered open as his weight dipped into the mattress when he sat next to you. You felt the wet, cold fabric against your face as Jack wiped gently wiped away your makeup, careful as he grazed against your eyelashes and lips.

"You didn't have to do that." You whispered when you realized what he was doing, giving him a soft smile, your eyes still closed. He leaned over to you, pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose before moving to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. "I wanted to. I know how much you hate to go to sleep with your makeup on." You let out a quiet giggle, knowing he was right. "C'mon." He guided you to the bathroom, turning off the faucet and checking the temperature of the water before turning to you.

He pulled you into his arms, swaying you back and forth, just relishing in the first moment of quiet you two had together in what felt like forever. You leaned your forehead against his chest as he gathered your hair, putting it into a messy bun atop your head before he helped you get undressed and into the tub.

You were too tired to even notice how hot the water was as you sunk down into the tub, feeling each knot along your back and shoulders unraveling one by one. "I'll be right back", Jack whispered, but you stopped him before he could take a step. "Don't leave. Can you join me? Please?"

Jack stripped off his clothes, settling into the water with a groan. You turned to rest your back against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Don't think I haven't noticed. You're running yourself ragged.", he broke the silence, resting his chin against your shoulder. He grabbed the washcloth off the edge of the tub, washing off your body, paying close attention to your neck and chest. "What's going on? Talk to me." He paused, awaiting your response. Deep down he hoped it wasn't because of him. He was forever grateful for having you as a partner, but he wasn't naive to the effect his lifestyle had on you and he wouldn't blame you if you thought it was too much.

"This week has just been a lot." You leaned back against him, shutting your eyes closed tight. "Work has just been crazy and I'm struggling to balance that with spending time with you."

"We both need to slow down", he admitted, pulling you in tighter. You nodded in agreement, reaching over to stroke his beard between your fingers. "Can you promise me something?" You looked to him, his gaze focused on the steam rising from the water. "Anything."

"Come to me when you feel like this. I know that I'm not always around like I want to be, but I'd drop anything for you. Doesn't matter how small or insignificant you think it is, I'll be there."

"Jack, baby, that's incredibly sweet, but I would never expect you to do that." You interlaced your fingers with his, admiring his hands. "Baby, there is no one more important to me than you. I'd move heaven and earth for you, please know that." You shivered when he placed a kiss on your shoulder blade, tipping your head as he ghosted his mouth up and down the line of your neck.

Jack took his time drying you off after you both stepped out of the now cold water, sneaking in a kiss or two whenever he could. You climbed back into bed, feeling better for the first time in days, watching Jack as he put on a pair of sweatpants and an old Louisville tee. "I'm gonna get something to drink. Do you want anything?" You nodded your head no as you settled against your pillow, your eyelids heavy.

Jack returned a couple minutes later to the sound of snores leaving your lips. You still had the lotion in your hand that you usually put on before going to bed. You were so consistent with your routine, he wanted to make sure you didn't miss anything, especially when he could take care of it for you. He pulled the covers off of you, gently massaging the cream into your legs and butt before tucking you back underneath the blanket.

He climbed into his side of the bed, and you instinctively rolled toward him, placing your hands on his chest like you did every night. "I love you, Jack", you mumbled, half asleep.

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thesensteawitch · 5 months

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Pick A Pile Reading

A Short Message From Your Body

(Left to Right--- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello, Senstea Souls!

This is a general reading. Take what resonates leave what doesn't. I hope I am able to help you through this collective reading.🌝

For personal readings feel free to DM me or email me on [email protected]

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards- Page of Wands, 7 of Cups, Knight of Swords

I see that you're trying your best to keep your body healthy. But you are not prepared to handle it all on your own. You need some expert guidance because whatever decision you are making is not fruitful for your body. You are always in a rush and it seems that you accept food at their face value. This is why you regret consuming a certain kind of food. Your body is young and you worry too much about it. Some of you may be taking too much alcohol. You need to let go of the controlling nature you have towards your body. Find a balance. You need to go slow so that you don't regret making decisions in a rush for your body.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards- 4 of Pentacles, 10 of Cups, The Judgment

What I see in this pile is amazing. Lovely! You are taking good care of your mind, body, and spirit. You have become confident in your own skin. Some of you may have come out in your identity. Clapping! I am so proud of you, pile 2. You are finally releasing the fear you had stuck in your body which was hampering your body's overall growth. Your body wants to thank you because it feels so light and happy. Some of you just glowed up! You turn heads, pile 2. Your internal health is reflected externally. It's amazing how gently and with respect you carry your body. Your distinct personality cannot go unnoticed.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards- The Emperor, 5 of Swords, 2 of Swords

Pile 3 you are too hard on your body, mind, and spirit. You are beyond harsh. You face problems with being flexible and changing your perspective about your health. You are definitely struggling with something subconsciously and you struggle with its symptoms. But it seems you don't know what exactly the problem is. This is happening because of your stubbornness. Your higher self knows how to reach your best health but you are listening to the demons that are there inside your head. Your own intelligence has turned against you. You need to start meditating to see some improvement. Move your body, do some exercises. These things will definitely help you. Some of you may think you know your best but you don't. You need to consult somebody. Take care of your body and listen to the signs that it is giving to you but at the same time don't overintellectualize those signs. You have the power to bring balance within your body.

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mrsaltieri-real · 9 months

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OKAY! Hear me out. Mickey goes out to a party, you had a different thing with friends. You come home earlier. You go to bed. Mickey comes home, horny, missing you, somnophilia ensues, a little frantic, a little needy, he just *has* to have you. Like you are barely wet enough when he is sliding, maybe some apologizing for not being able to hold back, hell maybe he cums a bit quick but you KNOW, he hits you back after. Thoughts?

Sweet Dreams (Mickey Altieri X Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 🔞, langauge, smut, p in v, teasing, degradation, praise, spitting, somnophilia, (pre-established consent) drunk!Mickey, dub-con, (kinda I guess) implied denial, implied forced orgasms, kind of cock warming, Mickey whimpers (yes that’s a warning) basically pure smut.

Oh, you bitch you’re KILLING me. This was so much fun to write and not going to lie, somnophilia is a big ol’ kink of mine. Also it just fits Mickey so well what choice did I have to write this? Thank you for the request! I kinda went off to be honest. Couldn’t help myself.

For those who don’t know: Somnophilia: a sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person

Exhausted, you unlocked your door and stepped inside your dorm, your social battery completely and utterly drained. You couldn’t help but be pleased you decided not to go to the sorority party with Mickey because even just having a quiet drink at your friend's apartment on top of spending the whole day studying had completely burnt you out.

As much as you loved him, you couldn’t help but feel a little put out at how energetic he was, always seeming to have the eagerness and energy to jump from one activity to the other regardless of what it was. He was just as, if not under more pressure than you were in regards to his current predicament yet nothing ever seemed to be able to stop him or tire him out.

Kicking your shoes off and quickly changing into one of Mickey’s shirts and discarding of your bra and clothes in your hamper, you yawned as you padded off to the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth, before sinking contently in your soft bed, eager to let sleep completely take you over.

He’d definitely had a few too many.

Mickey hummed to himself softly and tunelessly as he stumbled down the corridor to your dorm room, clumsily fumbling with your spare keys in his hands as he tried to unlock your door, failed and tried again whilst trying and failing to be as quiet as possible when he finally made his way inside.

He took his shoes off by your door, almost falling over as he bent down to pull them off and cussing softly as he tried to regain his balance before finally discarding them along with the rest of his clothes except for his briefs.

He groaned a little, stretching as he stood back up and cracked his neck, trying to be stay quiet as he walked over to your bed, smiling affectionately when he saw you lying on your stomach with one leg wrapped around the covers and your arms wrapped around the pillow your head was laid on, wearing nothing but his old black Star Wars T-Shirt and the pair of pretty baby blue soft cotton panties he loved seeing you wear so much.

Seeing you like this, looking like you were being served to him on a platter mixed in with the natural feeling of the alcohol sending him to his overwhelmingly horny state was almost too much for him to handle.

“Baby?” He whispered softly as he sat down beside you on the bed, moving so he was leaning over you, pressing his lips softly to your cheek, “You awake? I missed you.”

No response.

God, had he ever wanted you this much before?

He reached out his hand, moving some hair gently out of the way so he could lightly press his soft lips to your now exposed throat and whispered, “Baaaaby?” in a long, drawn out voice before his hand buckled under his weight and he had to stop himself from falling and crushing you with a hushed, “Ah, fuck!”

You mumbled something unintelligible before rolling onto your back, your light snores halting but still remaining fast asleep.

Mickey sighed a little, collapsing onto his back and staring at the pitch black ceiling, uncomfortably hard but being completely unable to do anything about it. He was debating just jacking off, but even hammered he knew that wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as the wet, tight feeling of your pussy. That was until he remembered a conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago.

“You know you can fuck me whenever, right?” You’d said whilst sat crossed legged on his bed whilst he worked on a paper for his film class. This made him pause, putting his pen down and turning in his chair, expression endearing and surprised.

“And what do you mean by that?”

You hesitated for a second, eyes dropping to watch your fingers play with the corner of his comforter, “You asked me a while back if there’s any kinks or things I wanted to try,” Your shoulders upturned in a slight shrug before you continued, “If there’s a time where you want to fuck me but I’m sleeping or whatever, you can. I’m just letting you know I’m giving you permission in advance.”

Mickey laughed a little, standing up from his chair and walking over to you, placing his finger under your chin and tilting your face up so you were forced to meet his eyes, “That really want you want? Me to fuck you whilst your fast asleep and none the wiser?” You nodded your head, your lips curving upward into a wide smile as you looked into his bemused eyes, saying softly, “Yes, that’s what I want.” Another laugh before he said gently, “Well, aren’t you just fucking twisted.” You scoffed at him, slapping his hand away gently. “I’m serious! You ever want to do it, you can.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows as he straightened out, dropping his finger from your chin and his face turning a little more serious as he asked, “Are you sure?”

You moved to your knees and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I wouldn’t tell you I wanted that if I didn’t want it.” You pointed out, tugging on his shirt for him to lean down. He nodded his head a little, his gorgeous smile lighting up his face as he said, “Good point,” Before giving into your tugs and moving down to kiss you eagerly.

He had no idea that you had this kind of edge to you. The one thing Mickey loved about you is that so far, you’d engaged in every kink he himself has had. Whether that be his habit of edging and denying you of release when you needed it the most, allowing him to treat you like a literal piece of meat whilst he’s fucking you, knife play, anything and everything he’s wanted. He knew you’d do anything for him. But it took him longer than he’d liked to get you to admit what you wanted him to do for you. And now you have? He wasn’t only pleased, but extremely engrossed and fascinated with the knowledge of you wanting him to do this to you, do it for you.

Not to mention that this was a little for him as well. God, he wanted to do this just as much as you did.

And who was he to deny you if you wanted it so badly?

Between both of your busy schedules you hadn’t had the time to bring this fantasy of yours to life, but what could be a better time? You were fast asleep, he was wide awake, drunk and so hard he felt as though his cock was about to burst through his briefs, the intense throbbing becoming almost painfully uncomfortable.

He moved slowly to start with, rolling onto his side and gently running his large hand up your torso till it found one of your tits, lightly and curiously palming it through the thin material of his T-Shirt just to test the waters, watching your face in the dark to wager your reaction. He couldn’t help but smile as he heard your breathing subtly hitch as he used his thumb and forefinger to gently roll your nipple, your forehead creasing just slightly before he released it and it smoothed out, a soft sigh falling from your lips as you remained fast asleep.

Your body was just so warm, so fucking soft and desirable it was like he couldn’t help himself. He had your pre established consent and god, you just looked so perfect lying before him, an absolute fucking treat and just completely irresistible.

“I’m sorry, I just… God, I need you so fucking bad, sweetheart.” He whispered as he moved onto his back, lifting his hips to quickly yank his briefs off, kicking his foot so they unravelled from around his ankle and were quickly discarded God knows where before he gently pulled himself on top of you, propping himself up with one arm and slowly sliding his hand down between the two of you to feel your heated cunt through the thin material of your panties. You weren’t as wet as he’d usually like, but drunk and frantically turned on he didn’t care, quickly pushing your panties to the side not wanting to waste any time taking them off before guiding his cock to your hole, trying to push himself inside of you.

“Fuck,” He muttered, spitting on his fingers and dragging them around and into your cunt to add some lubricant and repeating the action till you were slick and ready for him, slowly rolling his hips till he began to gradually fill you, cursing softly at how tight you were.

You moaned a little in your sleep and even unconscious, your legs willingly opened for him and your head rolled to the side, another soft snore escaping you as you continued dreaming intently. The dream pretty much consisted of everything he was already doing, Mickey touching you, pushing himself into you. In your dream however, you were responding to him, moaning loudly, nails digging into his toned back and your legs wrapped securely around his waist. Reality, for the moment of course, was much different.

Mickey’s hands clumsily pulled your shirt up so your tits were on display to him as he messily began to thrust his hips, moving one arm to curl under you knee, pulling it up, groaning a little too loudly as he felt you slowly become wetter and wetter with every frantic pump of his cock he sent your way, your pussy subconsciously clenching around him in a way he knew was going to make him fall apart in less than a few minutes, the curse of him being absolutely wasted and way too turned on by both you and the act of knowing that you wanted him to be doing this to you yet you had absolutely no idea.

You stirred quietly due to the pressure building inside of you, feeling slightly bemused. Was this still a dream? You felt yourself wanting to open your eyes to see what was going on until you heard the familiar pants and groans of your boyfriend, feeling his hot skin moving against yours and his fingers gripping your hip and under your knee so hard it was bound to leave marks in the shapes of his long fingers. The smell of alcohol and mint on Mickey’s breath suddenly fanned over your face, immediately waking you up and causing you to register what was happening.

God, you told him you wanted this weeks ago but you’d honestly never thought he’d actually do it.

Knowing he thought you were fast asleep whilst he was using your body for himself to get off was too big of a turn on. You couldn’t stop your hips from adjusting just slightly so he was hitting that sweet spot but otherwise staying completely still, ensuring your breathing remained as even and steady as it had been whilst you slept whilst trying your best to keep your eyes closed as he fucked you hard and fast, yet not anywhere near as precise and calculated as he usually was.

“Fucking whore, my fucking whore,” His words were loud and slightly slurred, his hand dropping your leg causing it bounce slightly on the mattress beneath you so he could adjust himself to bury his face into the crook of your neck, the vibrations of his soft groans spreading throughout your entire body and making goosebumps rise across your skin. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from offloading the built up moans on the tip of your tongue as he continued chanting degrading praise at you, his breath hot against your throat. You screwed up your eyes tight, fingers subtly gripping the soft material of the comforter underneath you and quietly relishing in the sharp intake of breath he sucked in as your cunt clenched around him, but he was too drunk and too busy fucking you to realise the action was very deliberate.

“Such a tight little cunt.” He mumbled against your skin before stopping suddenly, his heart thumping in his chest as he caught his breath, his breathing shaking a little. “Fuck,” He whispered quietly, lifting himself up a little so one of his hands was gripping the head board. You stayed quiet, eyes closed but your body still reacting to him, cunt leaking out your arousal around his stiff, unmoving cock, still trying to milk him as if it had a mind of its own.

You let out an almost silent whimper as he slowly pulled out, head of his dick just judging at your entrance before sharply snapping back inside of you, the action causing a loud and surprised yelp at the same time he let out a loud, unfiltered moan at the feeling, beginning to fuck you with more vigor and determination with his thrusts still messy and unsynchronized but God, still so fucking good. He either was too drunk to register or simply didn’t hear the sound you made as he continuously rolled his hips against you, his skin slapping against your swollen clit with every snap of his hips.

Even drunk, Mickey was a better fuck than anyone.

“Take it, fucking take it like a slut,” He slurred under his breath as he began bottoming out.

You couldn’t take much more.

Incapable of being able to pretend to be asleep anymore, your legs wrapped around his waist and you moved your hips against his, hand reaching up to knot your fingers in his hair and pulling his face down so you could crash your lips against his, taking him by surprise as the series of built up whimpers and moans fell out of you and into his mouth, unable to even attempt to stay silent anymore. His hand dropped from the headboard but he managed to quickly catch himself, hands moving toward your hips to grip them tightly, pressing you firmly into the mattress.

His surprise was short lived as he responded, moving his lips messily and clumsily against yours. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue as it swirled against yours as you suddenly had an idea, something you wouldn’t even attempt to say to him whilst he was sober. Your hands released their grip on his hair and wrapped tightly around his neck, locking your hands together, pulling your mouth away from his and whispering into his ear, “Cum for me, Mickey,” Your heels digging into his lower back as you heard him let out a sound he'd never made before.

A whimper. A fucking whimper. Somehow, you’d managed to make Mickey Altieri whimper.

He whimpered as his hips stuttered again, your heels holding him inside of you as you felt him cum, ribbons spurting out of him with vigour and coating your walls. As he came, he continued to release those deliciously slurred whimpers you didn’t realise you needed to hear so badly, the sounds making your pussy continue to pulse and tense tightly around his softening cock and your back slightly arched off the bed, wanting to soak in every single moment as you softly whispered, “Fuck yes,” under your breath, moaning out his name repeatedly in his ear, smiling a little as you heard him sharply suck his own teeth at the feeling of your throbbing cunt still flexing around him.

He didn’t want it to be over yet, that was far too quick. He caught his breath a little, his hips still twitching and moving slightly, as though he was trying to push his cum even deeper inside of you as he caught his breath, leaning back so he could look down at your almost smug expression.

“M’ sorry,” He mumbled, his hair messy and sweaty, sticking to his forehead, “M’ gonna make you cum though, promise.”

You opened your mouth to object, you didn’t need him to. He’d done exactly what you wanted him to do and it had completely lived up to your expectations but he shook his head, shushing you gently.

God, he was being sweet. How fucking hammered was he?

You didn’t have much time to think as he gripped your hips, moving so he was sat back on the balls of his feet, on his knees with your ass resting on his thighs and his soft cock still inside of you as his hands slid down your torso gently before finding your swollen clit and his fingertip began to softly graze over it, causing you to jump a little at the sensation.

He smiled a lazy, deeply satisfied smile but you noticed it had somewhat of an edge to it before he used his thumb to pull back your clitoral hood, his other hand moving to gently use the pads of his fingers to rub over your strained clit with a little more force and precision, making your head fall back against the pillow and your cunt yet again clench around his soft cock, moaning his name softly.

“Feels good, hm?” He asked and you nodded your head quickly, moving your hips against his fingers, “Yes Mickey feels so fucking good, please don’t stop!” You begged him.

Then Mickey did just that. He stopped, his fingers sharply pulling away.

“Why-“ You began to question him impatiently, lifting your head before his expression instantly made you clamp your lips together. Fuck, he looked pissed.

He cocked his head at you before saying in an almost amused voice in spite of himself, “You like taking control?” You blinked, opening your mouth again to respond before his fingers glazed over your clit again, making your hips buck and your head fall back, groaning as he continued talking, “You like telling me when to cum? You fucking ruined it. Could’ve made you cum all over this dick the same time I fucking did.”

“I- I’m sorry,” You whispered pathetically. You subconsciously knew it wasn’t your fault, he was close regardless of if you’d moved, or told him to cum but the feeling of his drained cock still buried deep inside of you and his fingers, still a little messier than usual, rubbing over your painfully swollen clit made it hard for you to pay attention to him. Besides, you knew better than to try and tell him all of that.

Even though he was fucking hammered, Mickey always needed you to know that he was in control, not you. The fucking had somewhat sobered him up slightly and now he had come down from the high of his orgasm, he was back to himself and he’d thought of a fun little game he wanted to play with you. Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you. You wanting him to fuck you whilst your were asleep and then surprising him like that had turned him on even more, and now he was sobering up he didn’t want the game to be over.

“You are?” He asked teasingly, fingers abandoning your clit as he straightened up, letting spit fall from his mouth and onto your clit before messily spreading it all over the bundle of nerves, the sensation making you whimper in turn, “No, you’re not. But you will be. Because I’m going to keep rubbing your pretty little cunt till it makes me hard again. Then you’ll be fucking sorry.”

You opened your mouth to speak but instead let out a surprised yelp as his hand came down, smacking your exposed clit sharply.

“Does that sound good?” You nodded eagerly before he laughed a little, voice still just a little slurred as he spoke, “It won’t be. Because I don’t care how many times you cum, how much you beg me to stop, I don’t care if it gets too much for you. I’m not stopping till I can fuck you again. It’s your own fault, you ruined it.”

Fuck.

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merchant-wizard-and-jerry · 2 months

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“Hello, I’m the friendly wizard _____. My name got taken by a fey prince but it hasn’t really hampered my life. Anyways I am new to this wider wizard community and would like to get along. I have a magic book, a cart, and a friend. His name is Jerry, he is a fungus colony that has taken over my magic book and acts sort of as my patron. He…is a little weird but great fun.”

*sound of an explosion in the background, a book flys by being chased by goblin shamans casting fire ball*

“He is…”

“He is fine.”

“Anyways, I am here to sell goods and make a small profit. If you need something I’ll see what I can do : ) ”

“Also apparently I helped smuggle an amnesiac @fattocatto-wizard out of the city in my wagon. That was a shock, though he was just a cat.

Character Cheat sheet

( 3 currency to 16 silver crowns and 2 copper crowns)

(Current balance 76,875.750001 currency, one penny, 23 meat pucks, 14 pounds, 2 gold coins one with Julius Cesar on it, 3 naturally-grown mana stones, 2 highly enchant able metal pieces, and one bar, 1 special bug corpse, 675 gold, silver 13, 70 aus, 5kg silver, magic dirt house size. 24 counterfeit currency. Moss/lichen-coded bio stone. An inverse cold torch. 99 BG silver. EMERALD LINCOLN, GOLDEN CARROT, 200 SALTED MEAT DISKS, 200 POLISHED ROCKS, 82 FIGET SPINNERS!, A FULLY EQUIPPED LICH'S DUNGEON, and a cardboard box (magic black marble).” Invisibility stone, a bundle of drake feathers, quantum locked rock, raw gold. 9 Gold coming from the green goblin empire, 50 mushrooms, 92 secret society emblem. 5 trans enchanted gold coins, 2 skull coin, ancient lost civilization fragment, 5 glistening green metallic coin, 31 writhing bugs of gold, jade coin. Pile of gold coins and gold coin bugs)

(Currently holding baby frost dragon.)

(Jerry’s balance 13 gold, a fancy rock, 1 coin, flower petals (snacks for later), harpy eyes, feathers, vocal cords, and talons)

(Warlocks of Jerry @fungal-boy-witch-yay @ignisuadaroleplay @life-is-okay-rn2 I think that is who it was…)

(Possessions - wealth stone, Antidote stone)

Owner of membership cards

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kalki-tarot · 7 months

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Your Shadow aspects you need to work on to meet your FS. 🥀

1 - 2 - 3

Disclaimer — The images I used to select a pile were sourced from Pinterest, I hope the reading will resonate with you. I'm not responsible for any decisions you make in your life from my readings. I'm just a beginner and these readings are just for fun.

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Pile 1

Death, wheel of fortune, queen of swords, the chariot, ace of wands, the emperor, king of swords, the lovers, 10 of pentacles.

The most prominent thing I see here is your obsession for fairytale romances, basically you are having unrealistic expectations etc.

This behaviour leads to you to watching a lot of tarot readings, like alot of them!

The high priestess in the bottom of deck tells me you need to learn how to identify and work with your own intuition. You need to develop it for your own good.

Don't be dependent on tarot readings or fiction romance.

You maybe have an image of a rich handsome ceo in your mind. Idk if it's right or wrong to imagine that or set expectations around it but the tarot the deck is showing me exactly this issue.

Please be reminded that a perfect love story in not perfect. It has ugly fights and a lot of things like that.

I'm not saying you don't deserve a love you desire, I'm saying not to be too obsessed with these unrealistic expectations.

Start working on your intuition, meditate, be in nature for sometime. It'll guide you, you'll be your own guide. Take tarot readings as a possibility of the future. Don't let anything take your power.

You'll surely have a love story, with passion and romance if you trust your intuition.

Pile 2

King of wands, ace of pentacles, strength, devil, the empress, queen of wands, 10 of pentacles, 3 of swords, 2 of swords, 2 of wands, 7 of pentacles, death

I feel like you're in a soulmate connection or a twinflame journey. Are you seeing 22 or 222 or 2323 alot?

Do you recognize your talents and creativity, pile 2? If not then start doing it. Nurture your divine feminine side. Keep yourself in check. It will align you with meeting your future spouse.

Don't be too harsh on yourself, it's okay to not be able to follow the same timetable or routine everyday.

Why are you restraining yourself to a point that it's hampering your spiritual growth?

You were born with these talents you have, keep doing it. Allow yourself to feel and do things what make you happy and peaceful.

I'm aware of the heartbreak or painful time you faced in the past. I know it's stopping you from loving yourself, but see the bigger picture.

You need to make a choice, it's in your hands. The choice to either be stuck in the past or move forward with a free and energized spirit on the road of success.

Work on your plans, carry them out in the reality. Plan and succeed. It's your destiny to reap the benefits of your hardwork.

Allow yourself to go through this transformation in life.

Pile 3

Ace of wands, strength, 10 pentacles, ace of pentacles, 7 wands, the lovers, 4 or cups, death, queen of cups.

You need to balance and keep check of your emotional health. You are too sensitive emotionally. You need to master your emotions.

I think it's because of someone broke your heart romantically or you were in a toxic relationship which made you like this.

Please remember how much potential you have carrer wise. You are much more capable of everything, more capable than you think.

You have a tendency to repeat this cycle where someone tells you something critical, you take that seriously, you blame yourself for being this way here and in your love life too and it just keeps going in a circle.

I think you need to rewire this pattern of self blaming. You are not what you think you are. You are much more tha that. You are meant to live a rich and abundant lifestyle, so focus on that. Love will itself find you.

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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Omega, Ours

pairing; choi seungcheol (scoups) x kwon soonyoung (hoshi), f reader

genre; smut, a/b/o au

warnings; alpha!cheol, beta!reader, omega!hoshi, poly relationship, heat, fingering (anal and vaginal), pegging, anal, mlm (it's very heavy in this one), oral (m receiving), scratching, biting, scenting, cum eating, slick eating, mommy/daddy kink, pet names, mentions of aftercare, mid care?, multiple orgasms, i am probably missing something

w/c; 4.7k and some change

requested; no

a/n; this fic is posted in full on Ao3. this is my first ABO, you don't have to read it but for those who enjoy the genre and want to there will be an excerpt below and the link. i do hope you enjoy my take on it. no tag list as this isn't posted here in full.

His breath comes out thick, his own scent of oranges and honey filling his nose as Soonyoung wakes up for the second time today. He had told you and Seungcheol both that he wasn’t feeling well before either of you had left for the day, but now he understood why.

Sweat was causing his clothes to stick to his body uncomfortably and slick made his underwear even more unbearable. Groaning, Soonyoung turns over on the bed, his hands already pulling for blankets to start making his nest. He knew there were other things he needed to do but his Omega was crying out for comfort and the scents infused into those blankets were the closest thing he could get to his Alpha and Beta for the moment.

You hadn’t gone far only needing to run a few errands when your phone vibrated in your pocket making you move some bags to one arm in order to take it out to see who was calling you. Seeing Soonyoung’s face on your screen brought a smile to your face but also some concern to your mind because you knew he hadn’t been feeling well. Lifting the phone to your ear as you balance the bags on your hip you start to speak when you hear his pitiful whines sending a wave of panic through your body.

“Oh…Soonyoung.”

Your voice was enough to make Soonyoung’s eyes water as he pulled more of the clothes from the hamper in your shared bedroom dragging them to the bed. His own clothes were long discarded in order to try to give him some relief from his rising temperature and his painfully hard cock.

“Need…need you. Need Cheol.”

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imagitory · 15 days

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Hey all! So recently Wish was added to Disney+, and I thought it might be a good opportunity for me to watch it again for the first time since I saw it in theaters. I asked you all what I should write about after watching it, and in the end, the top answers were an analysis of the criticism surrounding Wish and something focusing more on the positive aspects of the movie, rather than just the usual mindless bashing.

So that's what I intend to write! A look back at some of the common criticisms I've heard about the film, and how much weight they actually have.

Now, before we begin, I should put in a disclaimer -- I don't particularly like Wish as a film. I think it had ridiculous amounts of potential that were likely hampered by corporate decisions, but I personally find it to be one of Disney's weaker animated films. That being said, as promised, I will make any critiques I do include as balanced as I can, and I will try to include praise where I can too.

So let's start!

"Asha is a badly written character because she has no character arc."

This is a critique I actually found on a list also discussing valid criticism of Wish, and I knew I had to include it, because even BEFORE I rewatched the movie, I thought it was a bit unfair. Because here's the thing: there are plenty of good films, Disney or otherwise, where the main character doesn't have/need a character arc. All of Walt's original three princesses, Snow White, Cinderella, and Aurora, don't have character arcs. Ariel doesn't have an arc either -- instead her father Triton is the one who goes through a change of heart. Neither does Pongo, or Basil of Baker Street, or Robin Hood. Indiana Jones doesn't go through any real character development in Raiders of the Lost Ark, yet he was interesting enough to inspire a whole movie series! with mixed results. The important part is that even if a main character doesn't develop personality-wise, we should still be able to root for them and want them to achieve their goal. We don't want Cinderella to be abused by her stepfamily -- we want her to find someone who loves her and will take care of her the way she takes care of others. Although it can be more interesting to give your characters an arc while they pursue their goals, it isn't necessary to tell a good story or write a compelling character. Sometimes a story can be more focused on how their life circumstances or environment changes around them.

Another criticism this leads into is the idea that Asha is just another "quirky female lead" a la Rapunzel, except without any background that justifies it. And well...plenty of people griped that Anna was too much like Rapunzel, when Frozen came out. I saw people compare Moana to both Rapunzel and Mulan, when her film came out. Mirabel was also compared to past Disney heroines like Anna and Rapunzel. Even before Wish came out, people tried to argue that Asha looked just like Isabela Madrigal, which was just ridiculous. There's plenty of bad-faith criticism out there that'll shallowly associate one character or story element with one trope exclusively without looking at any nuance or detail. And I think most people would agree that truthfully, none of these female characters are the least bit "the same," no matter how much someone might try to all boil them down to "the quirky Disney female lead." And, like the others, Asha has traits that set her apart. The big one for me is her bent toward social justice, which is something we haven't really seen in a Disney leading lady since Esmeralda in The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Even so, I admit that Asha's quirkiness isn't as justified by her backstory as the trait is by Rapunzel's isolation or Mirabel's "outcast" status in her family, and that does make it so that her characterization has less depth than those of some of her counterparts'. Does that make Asha a bad character? Of course not. If you like Asha as written, that's totally fine. Underdeveloped doesn't have to mean unlikable.

"There are too many characters in this movie!"

Even I've been a bit guilty of thinking this. I still feel as though the film would've saved a lot of space if some aspects of Asha's friend group had been redistributed to other characters. Like okay, you want to reference the Seven Dwarfs in Asha's inner circle, but give them all distinctive personalities? Have her mother fill the Bashful role, and cut Bazeema. Have her grandpa be Happy, and cut Hal. Have Valentino be your Grumpy role, and cut Gabo. Have Star play your Dopey, and cut Dario. Suddenly you only have three characters -- Simon, Safi, and Dahlia -- to introduce in that kitchen scene instead of seven, and you've also now given Asha's mum, grandpa, and sidekicks more personality as well!

That being said, the amount of characters truly isn't the problem. The real problem is time. Because let's be honest, we can ALL think of media with a large cast of characters we've become strongly emotionally invested in. The Lord of the Rings -- The Avengers -- Hazbin Hotel...but the difference is how much time the audience is given to get to know all of these characters. Even Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, which has a cast of eleven, ends up leaving the Prince and the Huntsman rather underdeveloped compared to the Dwarfs. We don't ever learn the Evil Queen's whole deal or even her name, and she gets a lot of focus! With Wish only being ten minutes longer than Snow White with a cast of fourteen, it's little wonder the filmmakers struggled to have all fourteen of them leave a strong, unique impact. Even when I first watched the film, I didn't feel anything negative toward Asha's friend group -- if anything, I was happy to see a Disney animated female lead with a friend group of her peers, since the closest we'd gotten to that previously was Hiro in Big Hero 6 and Mei in Pixar's Turning Red. All of Asha's friends had the potential to be very interesting people, and that's why it's sad that we didn't get to see more of them and have the chance to become invested in them as individuals.

"Magnifico was actually right the whole time! Asha is the REAL villain of the story."

I see this one a lot, both from people who disliked the movie and fans who stan Magnifico, and as much as I won't give anyone a hard time for liking Magnifico, I think this view isn't really fair to either character or to the story the filmmakers pretty clearly wanted to tell. And sadly, as much as I want to be positive, I think this interpretation comes about partly because of inconsistent writing on the filmmakers' parts.

In Welcome to Rosas, there is this utopic vision presented of the island -- one that only reinforces the story told to us at the beginning by Asha, of how this man who loves wishes learned powerful magic so he could found this idyllic island kingdom with his wife where he could make wishes come true. Unfortunately, for some viewers, I think that propaganda works a little too well -- making us see Rosas as a place that truly is that happy and content and peaceful. And yeah, that does make it so that when Asha sings about how she wants "more than this," that could make her come across as rather selfish and entitled. But I think there are a few things that are good to remember --

Welcome to Rosas is framed as an advertisement of sorts -- like one of those commercials you see promoting Disneyland and how magical it is, without ever bringing up how much money it costs or how many lines you'll have to stand in. Asha's guiding some new people around with the goal of convincing them to stay and give their wishes to Magnifico, so of course it's going to sanitize the kingdom and make it seem like a place you'd want to stay in. There's blatant hyperbole thrown in there for dramatic effect, like the idea that you could go to outer space. Asha even sings that you're "unlikely to be unhappy": not that you'll be happy living on this island, just not unhappy. And yes, there is a difference between contentment and true, fulfilling happiness.

Simon's friends flat-out call him boring, after he turned eighteen and gave up his wish. This foreshadows what we learn about the wishes later, which is that they're a core part of a person that they're left a shadow of themselves without. At the wish ceremony later on, we can see this in the animation of the two "new citizens" giving their wishes to Magnifico. When they think of their wishes, they're full to the brim with joy, but when they've given them up, they're left looking confused and almost bereft, and even as everyone else cheers, they look unconvinced by the crowd's cult-like "forget without regret" chant. According to Wish's own canon, you're cutting out the "heart" of who you are, when you give up your wish.

Considering Amaya says that Asha will need to keep the tea hot, listen whenever and for however long Magnifico wants to talk, and never question anything, Magnifico didn't want an apprentice -- that would insinuate he'd actually be teaching them magic. If anything, it sounds more like he wanted a personal servant to cater to his whims. And when that person interviewing before Asha disappoints him, he's left running down the hall crying hysterically. This develops Magnifico as the film's future antagonist. Already long before he uses the evil magic book, we see that he wants a subordinate to do whatever he wants without question or complaint, seemingly for nothing in return except his own approval and, I would presume, some sort of paycheck. (I mean, I'm not saying Asha was right to expect favors from Magnifico so soon, or that that kind of quid-pro-quo stuff isn't corrupt as heck, but considering she and Magnifico did seem to connect over how important the wishes were, and considering Sabino's 100 years old, can you blame Asha for opening up about her hope that Magnifico would consider granting her grandfather's wish? She never framed it as a quid-pro-quo, and this probably would be the best chance she'd have to appeal to the King directly.)

Asha is seventeen! Of course her world view is going to be smaller and more idealistic than Magnifico's, and of course her family is going to be the center of her world. At the same time, even if Asha is young, it doesn't mean her perspective isn't worthy of compassion and respect. Sometimes the young do have a more meaningful view of a situation than their elders -- just look at David Hogg, or Malala Yousafzai, or Greta Thunberg...hell, even Anne Frank! However upset Magnifico was about Asha disagreeing with and contradicting him, it does not justify how pettily he decided to shut her down. He was an adult, and a ruler besides: it behooved him to act like one.

The filmmakers clearly envisioned Magnifico as the villain. Even if you want to ignore the promos where they compared Magnifico to the likes of classic Disney villains, Magnifico is portrayed as an arrogant, vain, vindictive control freak. He thinks only he knows what's best for everyone else, has decreed that only he has the authority to cast magic or grant wishes, and knows how beautiful people's wishes are, but prefers to hoard them away like trinkets, long before realizing that crushing them gives him power. (Not to mention he looked at Asha's hand-drawn animation and actually said, "Do we call that a talent?" I mean -- excuse you!) I've even heard some people theorize that Magnifico was based off Disney's "collect-'em-all" CEO himself, Bob Iger, and not in a flattering way. His main argument scene with Asha has been compared to how creatives have felt about their corporate bosses abruptly shutting down and locking away their incomplete films rather than let them be finished or released. Admittedly Wish also goes out of its way to try to make Magnifico sympathetic by giving him the slightest of tragic backstories, having him actually trust Asha enough to show her the wishes after only just meeting her, and (later on) not giving into the temptation of the random evil magic book because Amaya asks him not to, and that definitely muddies the waters. I still have to stand by the fact, though, that one's motivation doesn't excuse their bad behavior, however much one can explain the other. Magnifico having a sad backstory or trauma doesn't mean he's justified in treating people poorly, collecting wishes for his own enjoyment instead of truly loving them and the people they're attached to by sharing them with others, or not wanting people to ever question him or his authority. Magnifico's "nicer" moments don't mitigate these things either. Nor does his role as king. Even if yes, the story could've done well to add more nuance to the idea of wishes and make clear that not all of them are good -- and yes, the story could've either made Magnifico's villainy a bit more straightforward or followed through with the idea of Magnifico being a misguided anti-villain...in this film, we only see good wishes represented in Rosas. Magnifico even calls the wishes "the very best part [of a person]" -- and so one can only presume that all of the wishes Magnifico's collected are that way. Asha even suggests (before Magnifico interrupts her) that if a wish is dangerous, they could probably address that, while still giving back the wishes Magnifico won't grant. And the wish that Magnifico explicitly calls too "dangerous" to grant is Sabino wanting to inspire future generations, presumably through music. Paranoia on Magnifico's part? Perhaps, but also unjustified, in the context of the film. When Star comes down, every last person in Rosas -- including Magnifico's wife and queen, Amaya, who presumably must know something of his trauma and understand wanting to protect their people -- feels nothing but warmth, hope, and joy: all except for Magnifico, who immediately reacts in fear just seeing the wishes moving outside of his control. This insinuates that Magnifico's perception is the odd one out -- he's the only one who's afraid and not inspired, because that alternative magic threatens his absolute rule and control. Just like he's threatened by his people asking too many questions about the wishes he's taken. Just like he's threatened by the idea that Sabino could inspire the next generation in a way he doesn't approve of. And in the end, if that random evil book did corrupt Magnifico, it only magnified what was already there inside of him -- a greedy, obsessive need to hoard things away all for himself and to control others.

Again, for those people who see Magnifico more sympathetically than the filmmakers intended, I can understand why. Wish has two very conflicting ideas of who Magnifico is supposed to be, likely because it was compiled from dramatically different script drafts. But I feel demonizing Asha or ignoring the film's overall message about the value of people being free to chase their dreams to try to prop Magnifico up is misguided.

"Wish is bad because it's 'woke.'"

I almost wonder if I even need to say anything. This sentiment is so disingenuous, it seems like I should really be able to let it speak for itself. Ironically enough, though, I would actually argue that one of Wish's biggest shortcomings is that it isn't as revolutionary as it clearly wants to be.

For one, the culture of Rosas -- inspired largely by Spain and the Mediterranean -- is really never explored. We get no real influence of either of those cultures on the soundtrack aside from a few mandolins and a flourish of castanets now and again, unlike how Encanto embraces Colombia or how The Princess and the Frog celebrates New Orleans with their music. There's a lot of diversity in Wish's cast with a biracial lead and her colorful friend group (including Dahlia, who has a crutch!), but that would be a lot more meaningful if that diverse cast of characters had had fully fleshed-out personalities and relationships that made us emotionally invested in them, such as how Turning Red handled Mei and her friend group. We have aspects of social justice in Wish's storyline, sure -- but as much as you can draw parallels to Wish's story and the writers' strike that had been going on earlier that year and I think those parallels are striking, a film that clearly dealt with so much corporate oversight and meddling almost couldn't commit to making their villain a True Evil sort, and in the end, Rosas doesn't even do away with the absolute monarchy at the end of their supposed "revolution": it just shifts leadership from its King to its Queen. (And yes, I acknowledge saying "no more royalty" is a message that Disney, of all companies, would be hesitant to put out there, but you can't deny, it would've been both ballsy and different.)

Does this mean Bob Iger was right, that Wish is proof its creative types are focusing too much on message and not on entertainment? No. I'd say the bigger problems with the film were more likely caused by corporate interference -- you know, like hiring some popular pop composers to write songs that can be repackaged into other projects easily rather than primarily tell the story and develop the characters. Or deciding that our main female lead has to be able to do everything on her own without "too much help" from her main co-star (LOL, pun) because "feminism." Or defanging the villain with similarities to the company's CEO so he won't scare the kiddos. Or even animating the film at the exact same time as you're writing it like you previously did with Frozen II, to save time and take advantage of the 100th anniversary timing.

Even so, I sadly can't help but feel that Wish is "woke" largely in a performative sense. It features people who look different from each other and it talks about revolution and positive change, but it really doesn't go far enough to depict diversity in a way that people can get really excited about it or inspire deep thought and even maybe positive change in its audience. That's not focusing too much on message and not on entertainment -- if anything, it's more indicative of not giving the relevant and timely themes and the diverse culture enough focus.

"The meta Disney references are awful."

This one I think really is much more subject to personal taste. I've heard quite a few fans say how fun it is to find all the Easter eggs for other Disney projects or even to theorize how Wish could be connected to those movies in some kind of Disney Cinematic Universe. Personally I'm not in this camp, but that doesn't mean that I hate all the references included. The film opening with the exact same kind of text from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs actually made me smile. The Sleeping Beauty-esque drawing style in the storybook was pretty. Even the Seven Friends as an idea I thought was cute, when I first saw the concept art for them.

By and large, the references I tend to see more favorably are the ones only hard-core Disney/animation fans would pick up on. This might make me sound snooty, but I still personally enjoy references like Star's design being based on one of the star cherubs from a discarded Snow White sequence far more than I do the more blatant ones like Magnifico crushing a dream about a "perfect nanny" or the boy dressed like Rosasbound!Peter Pan. I guess for me, the first kind of references feel more like homages, rather than things that are deliberately supposed to make you think of other Disney movies you could be watching instead of this one. For other people, though, thinking of different Disney films while watching Wish is fun, and it reminds them of how much they enjoy those other movies too. It's good, clean, nostalgic entertainment. And well, Disney has put plenty of Easter eggs in its work before, though usually a bit more sparingly.

So yeah, I think ragging on the flood of Disney Easter Eggs in Wish is a bit unfair. As much as most of them aren't for me and I would've been happier with a lot less of them, I know there are other people who find joy in them, and I'm happy they do. The animators working on this film undoubtedly had a lot of fun including those references too, and I don't blame them! It's fun to create art celebrating what you love with like-minded people.

"Wish's songs are all terribly written."

Now up to a certain point, I could just say exactly what I said against the last criticism -- that this really comes down to personal opinion. Unlike meta Easter eggs, however, music is an art form, and there is real craftsmanship to it -- hell, people study music theory for a reason. And as several Youtubers have discussed before, there are real structural problems to how a lot of these songs are written. In some cases, it's an issue of cadence, where the way the words are sung don't sound like how they'd be naturally spoken aloud. In Knowing What I Know Now, for instance, sometimes the singers use the wrong emphasis on certain words, just based on where they land in the song, such as when Asha sings about Magnifico showing his "TRUE col-ORS in SHADES of GREEN," even if people don't naturally emphasize the second syllable in the word "colors." In other cases, it's over-stuffing a line with words so that the melody line isn't as memorable, such as in This Wish where the amount of syllables per line are all over the place and sentences get cut in weird places --

Isn't truth supposed to set you free? (9) Well, why do I feel so weighed down by it? (10) If I could show them everything I've seen, (10) Open their eyes to all the lies, then (9) Would they change their minds like I did? (8) But when I speak, they tell me, "Sit down!" (9) But how can I when I've already started runnin'? (8) Oh, this is where we've been, (6) But it's not where we belong, (7) And I may be young, but I know I'm not wrong... (11)

There are also cases where the songs barely use any actual rhymes in favor of half-rhymes or worse twist themselves into pretzels just to make an actual rhyme, such as in I'm a Star, with lines such as "When it comes to the universe we're all shareholders // Get that through your system! (Solar!)" and "Ooh, I'm a star! // Watch out, world, here I are!" (Excuse me while I cringe.) And then of course, most infamously, there are the redundant and otherwise weird lyric choices, most commonly cited in Magnifico's And This is The Thanks I Get?!, such as "I got these genes from outer space!" and "I let you live here for free and I don't even charge you rent!"

By and large, people have not responded as well to Wish's soundtrack as they have for many other Disney musicals. It could also be argued that the songs don't tell the film's story as well as they could've. The most egregious example of this is At All Costs, which is supposed to be our villain and hero singing about the beauty of the wishes the first has collected, but was literally written as a love song first, just because Julia Michaels wanted to write a song that could be played at people's weddings even if the movie in question didn't feature any romance. Even This Wish was written well before the script was finished, and this is when we can tell from all the concept art released by Disney that this movie had been dramatically rewritten at multiple stages of development.

And yet even with this, I still see people making animatics for At All Costs featuring their own characters or Asha and the discarded Starboy concept. (And yes, we'll come back to that.) I still see fan-made music videos featuring This Wish. Hell, even I have some of Wish's songs on my IPhone, and I listen to them actively! Knowing What I Know Now, as much as I see what's technically wrong with it, is still a bop for me. However much I had to take a full-on sanity break after listening to I'm a Star a second time, I do enjoy This Wish and At All Costs, just on their own. I don't think This Wish (reprise) is a bad musical or thematic climax, especially if one considers Magnifico's fear that Sabino's wish was to inspire the next generation through music, and it ends up being a song -- sung by his loving granddaughter -- that ultimately defeats our antagonist. I don't think any of Wish's songs really help tell the story as well as other Disney songs do for their films, but I still think there's room for personal taste here. Music -- like all art -- still has an element of subjectivity. It isn't a science -- yes, there is talent and skill involved that can only be mastered with practice and hard work, but there's still a bit of magic that comes with the finished result, and as much as it might not be popular with the masses, that doesn't necessarily make something worthless, or that public consensus can't change. Tchaikovsky famously hated the work he did for The Nutcracker, as did the critics of his day, only for it to go on to become a staple of holiday entertainment and ballet productions overall. Plenty of cult classic films like Labyrinth and Heathers didn't make a lot of money or get lots of praise when they first came out, but soon enough they found their audience.

"The animation is lazy!"

There's actually a much better video discussing this, made by a real professional animator, and I think I'll just let him handle this.

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One thing I want to touch on, though, is Jennifer Lee's commentary about why Wish ultimately wasn't done in 2D animation --

"What happens in hand-drawn is that you have the incredible hand of the artist, but also limitations in what you could do on screen. What happened in CG is you'd have incredible, boundless opportunities, visually, that elevated it — even to the point for some — into realism, which is not what we wanted to do. The more important thing to us was to have a way to find technology that can do everything. Connect to the true vision of the artist, but bring in technology that could finally take away limitations."

-- and yeah, I'm not going to lie, this sentiment leaves a really bad taste in my mouth. The idea that hand-drawn animation somehow limits what art you can create is mind-boggling for anyone working in animation to think, but especially for someone working in Disney animation. I can't help but feel like Uncle Walt would've been ticked if he'd heard anyone suggest this. Anyone who loves animation I think would be annoyed by it, and I'd say people like Hayao Miyazaki continue to prove that Lee's thought process isn't true, considering that his hand-drawn film won the Oscar for Best Animated Feature the same year that Lee's Wish was passed over by the Academy altogether. To be fair, though, this is more a reflection on certain Disney leaders' dismissive attitude toward the medium that built their company as well as the vast majority of the films they're supposedly celebrating, rather than any condemnation of the hard-working animators who worked on Wish. And yes, although no one can argue that Wish ultimately doesn't look as good as its animated peers like Sony's Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse (which was made with half the budget Wish was), that's more the fault of a flawed vision on the part of the filmmakers than anything. It's certainly not indicative of a lack of talent, resources, or caring from the animators themselves.

"Wish would've been so much better if it had featured a love story between Starboy and Asha!"

Okay, let me pop this bubble right now --

None of Disney's official releases have ever indicated Star was going to be Asha's love interest.

The concept art featuring Asha and human!Star? Yeah, that exists, but there's nothing strictly romantic in any of those concepts, like them kissing or even hugging. At All Costs originally supposedly being a love song for Asha and Star? As touched on above, nope, it was even more of a cynical corporate decision than that -- the songwriters just wanted to write a love song that they could repackage and use elsewhere, even if there was no love story to go with it. The thing about Asha and Star supposedly being soulmates? That's derived from a comment in the artbook from Wish co-writer Allison Moore, talking about Asha and Star in their current forms, and so therefore the sentiment was intended platonically --

"Now Star and Asha have an emotional journey. They are soulmates."

And well, just based on a good chunk of the Disney animated films that had come out prior to Wish featuring male and female leads -- Zootopia, Moana, Big Hero 6, Wreck-It-Ralph -- there was really nothing definitive to suggest that our two central characters were going to be romantically linked. And even if Star and Asha were going to be love interests, that still would've been no guarantee of a better movie -- you'd still need compelling, well-developed characters, if you want to likewise have a compelling, well-developed relationship between them. And as I've argued in the past, a movie doesn't need romance to be good. If someone could feel sincere platonic love between Star and Asha as their actual movie selves, then any romance between them wouldn't be needed. I truly believe the only reason that so many people have gotten so hung up on the idea of a Star/Asha romance is because that original platonic "soulmates" idea Allison Moore and others envisioned just didn't ring true for them. They saw more love and interesting chemistry between the original concept art versions of Star and Asha than they did between any of the characters in the finished film...and so they've built upon those flickers of love with their own imagination and then built that mental image up into something that I don't think the filmmakers probably ever intended.

I must be honest, it was kind of a slog, watching Wish for a second time. I stopped multiple times to take notes, unable to just sit back and let the movie wash over me. Even so, I truly appreciate how much time you must've spent to skim through this way-too-long analysis, as well as the votes you all cast in that one poll of mine! I love analyzing Disney, and as much as I don't love Wish, I do think it provided great fodder for new fan creations and has amazing potential as an educational tool about both good storytelling and film-making. And if there are more criticisms of Wish you'd like me to discuss, please feel free to reblog this post with them! Thank you for your support!

To close us out...if you love Wish, then keep on loving it! Don't let anyone -- including me -- tell you otherwise. I don't think a film that was truly the worst thing ever would've attracted as much attention or overanalyzing as Wish has received. And for those of you who are still dissatisfied with Wish, here's a list of films I compiled that you can watch and enjoy instead!

For Starboy/Asha stans...Stardust!

For both Starboy and Chris Pine stans...Rise of the Guardians!

For those of you who love the idea of storytelling magic...Whisper of the Heart!

For those of you hungry for a diversely cast, "woke" fairy tale...Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella (1997)!

For people looking for a colorful, family-friendly musical...Wonka!

For avant-garde animation fans...Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio!

For modern CG animation fans...Puss in Boots: The Last Wish!

And finally, probably most obviously -- for those Disney fans looking for a loving tribute to 100 years of Disney Animation with a bunch of Easter Eggs and good humor...Once Upon a Studio!

Much love to you all! 💛

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