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yaostars · 9 months

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HOW THEY ARE AS A FATHER

note: she/her prns, fem reader, tw: sh*dou a/n: idk how i came up with this.. summary: how they are as a father (poorly written)

kaiser

as much as annoying as he is once u pop that watermelon out he dead n gone

when he saw his child for the first time he bursted out in tears before blaming it on the hospitals lighting

since you both had a baby girl kaiser was cautious around everything that came across them

kaiser always wanted a baby boy so he could get his soccer skills even though he loves his daughter with his life but he finally felt like it was settled and no more kids (he wanted more kids)

yeah right he jinxed it you got pregnant again

you had a baby boy and once watermelon two came out kaiser couldnt help it but cried and admitted it

happy family

his daughter had gotten into ballet whilst his son got into soccer

he was the dad that rocked up for anything

kaiser secretly still wants another kid possibly soon once both kids at least get into first grade AND HE OPENLY ADMITTED IT TO HIS KIDS

rin

due to his cold personality this man can be a softie at times and that is when he is with you 24/7 or the fact you just pushed out his first ever kid

he cried a bit we know he isnt slick at it

after a few days being in hospital you could finally bring your little one home

when you got back to work and came home late you found rin next to the crib holding onto his childs hand

rin likes to show off at sae because he became a father first

after having a baby boy he got into soccer big time

he loves his family (but he wants to make more kids so he put a 6 month reminder)

yep u got pregnant at least a year later after having your first child

your having twins!!! when rin found out he was stuck in a daze

two girls meant twice as hard as pushing out the first child in the family

rin wanted to make sure his children had a happy healthy sibling relationship unlike saes and his

his daughters got into swimming and the other got into soccer as well

sporty family

sae

when sae found out you were pregnant he honestly thought you were joking around

pushing out a baby was hard enough but sae couldnt deal with only getting 3 hours of sleep a week

sae told rin about how he is a father but rin dgaf

sae was only wanting a small family nothing big like his brothers but it was nice just having a kid

the gods granted him a soccer girl and he became a soccer dad

he was thinking about having another kid with you but he didnt want to pressure you after telling him you never want to go through labour again

overall even though his family was small and a bit sporty he loved them heaps at the end of the day

shidou

this man is literally a dog on stuff being a little horny too much

when he found out you were pregnant he was over the moon and posting it on every single acc and every person he knows

shidou is defo a mummas boy so he told her everything

he wants a big family like a whole class he says

he marks the calendar when to love make again so you could have another kid right after you told him you were pregnant

the first child that was pushed out was a baby boy and shidou cried a bit but blamed it he has allergies

his first child was a maniac and had every single bit of shidous personality but looked like you

at least a few months after birthing your first child you were pregnant again and it was on purpose because of him

you had a baby boy again!!

shidou was wanting a baby girl so badly and even said he will try until he gets a baby girl in his family

for the third time you got pregnant and no it wasnt a baby girl

the second and third baby had your personality but mixed looks

FOR THE FOURTH TIME. you had finally gotten...

A BABY BOY!!! im joking a baby girl

and yes he cried but he was so happy so he could become a soccer dad

#bluelock #x reader #xreader #blue lock #michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou x reader #itoshi sae #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi brothers

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kirsteingf · 8 months

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Corruption | Doma x Reader (fem)

CW: female reader, blood, dubcon (heavy on this), fingering, slight praise, basically doma fucks you dumb :) Doma will do anything it takes to make you a demon.

Divider by @kithsune <3

The moon trickled through the trees above you, the blade of your katana reflecting the light as you held it high after inflicting the final blow on the demon you'd been sent to kill. You watched as its body crumbled beneath you, cursing you to hell as it slowly withered away. Your breaths were as calm as ever, this demon being nothing compared to the ones you'd slain before.

"Light work," you muttered to yourself, sheathing your katana and taking a moment to scan your surroundings. Although you'd completed your mission, you could still sense that something was off. You weren't alone. You'd mastered the act of keeping your guard up now, but you were nowhere near as skilled as a Hashira, which is why you almost didn't notice the eyes up in a nearby tree trained on you. You grabbed the hilt of your katana, heart thumping against your ribcage as you sized him up. He was nothing like any of the measly demons you'd been fighting; he reeked of something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"Water breathing, first form-" You drew your katana, but before you could even assume your fighting stance, the demon disappeared. You couldn't sense where he was, but you could feel his presence. Collect yourself you thought, but before you could even turn to face his looming aura, your katana had been swiped from your grasp and your legs kicked out beneath you, leaving you defenseless. He laughed softly, throwing your katana to the side and looming over you.

"I've been watching you…waiting for this moment for so long," he said, his voice dripping with excitement. You cowered below him, but he gently cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. You felt your heart drop as you stared at his eyes, realising the severity of the situation.

Upper 2

His face changed to an almost concerned look as he noticed your fear.

"I can't stand seeing you scared,"

"W-What do you want from me?" You managed to get out, fear almost incapacitating your ability to talk. An upper rank wouldn't go out of their way to prey on a mere corps member. You were nowhere near a threat to him or the 12 Kizuki.

"I want…to fill you with my blood," he gripped both sides of your face with an almost maniacal grin plastered across his face.

"No. I won't let you," You glared, willing yourself to calm your breathing, desperately trying to mask your fear.

"I've seen you, the way you fight is…breathtaking," he complimented, sighing dreamily. You'd always been given compliments on your fighting style, people often comparing you to a ballet dancer as you fought with pure elegance.

"But-" his face contorted into one of concern. "-you're weak." his thumb swiped over your trembling lip.

"You'd never make it as a Hashira," He pouted, feigning pity. He dropped you to the floor, and you used this opportunity to grab your katana and attempt an attack.

"Water breathing third form: flowing dance," you struck him with your sword, but you were nowhere near strong enough to slice through. The most he got was comparable to a cat scratch, and yet pain coursed through you. Your knees buckled, and Doma stalked towards you. As a last resort, you pointed your katana towards him, and he just let it glide into him. In fact, he put his hand over yours and guided it through his stomach with a weirdly calm smile on his face. Doma was a demon obsessed with the beauty of femininity, so it was no wonder he took a liking to your fighting style. The fact that he knew you were of no threat to him only encouraged him; he felt like he could mould you into whatever he wanted.

"Y-You're a psycho," you cried out, hand trembling beneath his as he pulled your katana out. He regenerated almost immediately, but the blood on your sword remained. This time, the blade pointed towards you.

"Let me make you a demon, join me. We could be so powerful,"

You shook your head, cowering away from the tip of your blade, tears welling in your eyes. You never thought your own sword would be used against you.

Doma sighed, pouting slightly as a freezing mist began surrounding you.

"It pains me to do this.." He watched as you gasped, the cold air hitting your lungs.

"Such a waste," he nicked your cheek with your sword, blood droplets appearing across the mark he'd made.

As soon as the blood on your cheek fell, you saw a change in Doma's eyes. He looked…hungry, but not in a way that he wanted to eat you.

"Marechi," he whispered, a grin appearing on his face.

Marechi blood was often intoxicating to weaker demons, significantly reducing their cognitive ability, but more powerful demons have a high tolerance to the effects of it. Yours, however, seemed to be affecting him in a way you hadn't seen before. The scent drove him crazy, his rainbow eyes darkening as he hungrily loomed over you.

"P-Please," you whimpered, fearing for your life. He threw your katana aside, wiping the blood from your cheek with his thumb, making you wince. He swiped his thumb over his tongue, the faint stain of your blood coating it before it disappeared back into his mouth.

"I want to know how you'll taste between my teeth," his smile was that of a psycho, and you braced yourself as he honed in on you, expecting him to start devouring you. But it never happened.

Instead, Doma nipped harshly at your neck, and you whined at the sharp pain before you felt the blood drip over your collarbone. He hungrily licked up the mess, and you felt your breath hitch.

"What are you doing?" You asked him weakly, but he didn't answer. He fed on your blood as you whimpered underneath him, helpless. He stood back to admire you, swiping his tongue over his bloody fangs. Your blood had stained the collar of your corps uniform, and he shook his head at the sight.

"I'm so sorry, I've made a mess of you. Let's get this off," He smirked, undoing the buttons on your shirt and throwing it to the side. He hummed as he took in the sight, a helpless victim trembling before him.

"It pains me to see you like this," he dropped to his knees, putting his two hands on either side of your shoulders.

"Let me make you feel good,"

It's almost like tasting your blood had an aphrodisiac effect on him, his eyes clouded with lust as he grabbed your chin.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't enjoyed the feeling of him licking and biting at your neck, but you couldn't shake the thought that this was a demon. An upper-rank one at that. Still, the dampness between your legs wasn't going to do you any justice. You knew there was no point in fighting him off, he could easily just kill you. There were no other options but to submit to his will.

You looked up at him, and he smiled down at you. It almost looked genuine.

He brought his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, and you couldn't help moaning into his mouth as his free hand explored your exposed skin. His hand was cold, contrasting the warmth of your human skin. His lips found your neck again, the scent of your blood leaving him hungry for more. His teeth nipped at your skin, drawing more small droplets of blood.

Doma had you completely at his disposal, and he relished in the fact.

"You'll be mine by the end of this," he murmured, no hint of doubt in his voice.

"I want to keep you forever,"

His hand found your nipple, fingers grazing over the perky bud before pinching it lightly. He watched your reactions closely, pinching slightly harder when he noticed your chest rise with a gasp from the feeling.

"Please, I-"

His movements stilled, and his face moved closer to yours.

"Please what?"

You suddenly became hyper-aware that he wasn't touching you, all the places he'd touched you burned longingly as if he'd branded your skin.

"D-Dont stop…" you whispered, and Doma wasted no time pinning your arms above your head.

"I'm not going to stop…until you're begging for my blood," he smirked, and his hand slowly made its way to the hem of your panties. He effortlessly ripped them away from your body, the cold air from Doma causing you to gasp as it made contact with your middle. He rubbed a few teasing circles into your clit, your eyes fluttering shut as your head tilted back underneath him.

"Look at me. I want you to watch your innocence wither away at the hands of a demon," You didn't hesitate, pulling your lip between your teeth as you watched Doma tease your clit. He didn't keep it up for long, moving onto your dripping hole that had been desperate for something to fill it. His glacial skin compared to your heat sent a cool chill up your spine, goosebumps appearing over your exposed body as he slowly slipped a single finger into your desperate hole. Doma studied your face, noticing every change in your expression as he pumped it in and out of you with ease, your lips parted, soft, breathy moans leaving them, and eyes trained on his

"Hmmm, such an obedient little human you are," he praised, noticing how you clenched around him at his words. His finger curled, grazing against that sweet spot inside of you once before slowing his movements to an agonising pace. You writhed beneath him, and Doma smirked as he watched your hips search for something more.

“Please,” you breathed, and Doma’s free hand held your hips still as he teased you even further, his pace almost torturous.

“S-Stop, please I want more,” you pleaded, and Doma added another finger as he pushed them back into you, curling them both into that same spot over and over.

Your heart pounded from the intensity of the pleasure, and he could sense it. He could feel every fibre of your being as he filled you with his fingers. When he felt your walls tighten around him, he brought his thumb up to rub small circles into your clit to bring you closer to the edge. It didn’t take long at all before the intense wave of pleasure rushed over you, loud moans tainting the otherwise calm woodland atmosphere.

His free hand clamped over your mouth as he fingered you through your orgasm, moans muffled against his fingers.

"Perfect, you've reached a state of bliss," he smiled, and you fell limp beneath him.

"At this point, I would've already devoured you," he ran his tongue over his fangs as he took in your fucked out expression.

"But I'd be a fool if I didn't try you out for myself, wouldn't I?" The sound of his belt unbuckling grounded you back down to Earth, coming down from your pleasure induced high. You watched as he pulled his pants down slightly, just enough to reveal his cock, your eyes visibly widening at the size. You could've guessed he'd be well endowed from the fact that he was a demon. You wondered if he'd even fit inside you, the mere thought of him struggling fit in your cock-hungry pussy almost had you moaning.

"Don't worry," his hand gently grazed your chin, bringing your eyes to his instead.

"I won't be gentle," he sneered as he turned you over, lifting your hips up so he could position himself. Despite his words, he started slow, sliding himself in inch by inch until he couldn't anymore. The stretch was unimaginably painful, tears welling in your eyes as his cock stuffed you full.

"You take it so well," he hummed, claws digging into your hips as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. The wetness from your previous orgasm glistened on his length, his thrusts becoming easier each time he buried himself into you, pain slowly subsiding as pleasure took over. Your moans were high pitched and whiny as he used your hole, his cock reaching places that could never be touched by another human. Everything he did reminded you that he was a demon, but you didn't feel ashamed. There was no room for shame or dignity while he had you bouncing on his dick for his pleasure, completely at his disposal.

"You have no idea how hard it is for me to not completely ruin you right now," he whispered, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you flush against his back. His pace didn't let up as he held you there, loosely wrapping his arm around your neck.

"I'll have to save that for-" he groaned, cutting himself off, hips stuttering slightly.

"Mhm, for when I make you mine forever," His free hand cupped one of yours, urging you to touch yourself.

"Make yourself cum for me, sweet angel," he maintained a rhythm again, slightly slower, but deep enough to set your nerve endings alight. You obeyed, rubbing circles into your already sensitive clit to bring back that all familiar feeling.

He groaned as your walls tightened around him, the extra stimulation being just what you needed to feel the pool building up in the pit of your abdomen. He didn't stop, keeping the same pace as your fingers desperately urged for that sweet release, and you swear you saw stars the moment it hit. Doma held you as your legs gave way beneath you, fucking you through another orgasm, curses and moans leaving your mouth before your body went limp with bliss once again.

Doma used your hole, giving you a few more lazy thrusts before he followed suit, hips stilling as he released ribbons of white inside your abused pussy. He placed you down after pulling himself out of you, a mixture of both of your cum dripping from your pussy as you laid there, drunk on sex. Doma redressed himself, and grabbed your katana that laid forgotten on the floor. You could only watch, your mind fogged in a state of ecstasy, as he walked towards you with a concerned look on his face.

"My, what a poor, sweet soul!" He mocked, taking your katana and making a small slice in his hand.

"Come, drink my blood and I'll take care of you…forever," he smirked, knowing he'd won. You couldn't fight him off in the state you were in, one of his hands holding your mouth open so he could pour himself into you.

"As obedient as ever," he smiled sweetly, scooping you up in his arms.

"Let's get you out of here, I'm sure Muzan will be pleased to meet your acquaintance,"

#doma x reader #douma x reader #douma smut #douma kny #demon slayer x reader #doma smut #doma kny

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muzaktomyears · 8 months

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We took to the stage in the depths of depression. Bruno, very much in evidence, yelled at us that we must ‘make show’, which we did, more as a release for our mounting anger rather than to please him.

“All the way from Liverpool to leap around like a lot of idiots!” Lennon summed up. For that’s what ‘making show’ was all about – jumping around aimlessly, stamping, writhing on the floor. None of us had ever acted the fool like this on stage before.

[…] We went from one extreme to the other. John and Paul were the looniest. John did his best to imitate Gene Vincent, grabbing up the microphone as if he were going to lay into the audience with it, carrying it around with him, leaping about with it like a maniac. Paul roared around screaming like Little Richard and, as the days passed, an act developed.

Stu behaved something like a puppet and managed to hold on to the sort of James Dean image he had fostered, quietly trying to stay cool in the background behind his dark shades. There was not much I could do from behind the drums other than stand up and hop around the kit with a tom-tom under my arm. George paid serious attention to his guitar-playing, trying to prevent the sets from becoming too ridiculous.

The German rockers loved it and no one realized – least of all Bruno – that we were trying to take the piss out of them. But in the end it worked against us. This was the Beatles developing, creating excitement. ‘Making show’ would eventually take us over. However, at first it was a protest for the treatment we were receiving, letting ourselves rip because of the lousy digs and the sub-survival wages of £15 a week each.

We had one number we used to put in that began very slowly and sounded like smooch music. The audience would take to the floor and get all cuddly and close, then suddenly we would erupt into a frenzied rock tempo. At first it took the Germans by surprise – to us it was another form of protest – but then they started to request the song where we changed gear in mid-stream! Another back fire.

We used to stomp around half crazed for more than seven hours a night. Making show? You’ve never seen anything like it. Sometimes Paul wouldn’t even have his guitar plugged in, but no one noticed the omission with all the noise that went on. John used to roll around on stage when he wasn’t throwing the mike in the air; then he would twist himself into a hunch-back pose. By way of a change he would jump on Paul’s back and charge at George and Stu and send them reeling. Sometimes they would give each other piggy-backs. What little music there was would be made by George and Stu and most of that was simply rhythm. Other times John would hurl himself into a sort of flying ballet leap from the stage into the audience and end up doing the splits.

While the audience was dancing, John and Paul often jumped down from the stage and bundled into them like wild bulls; or maybe they would do ring-of-roses with them. But this is what the punters wanted and had paid money for. They didn’t want to sit around the listen to original Beatles’ music – not that a lot existed at this stage – and it was obvious that they appreciated the outrageous slapstick rather than the musicianship. They started to call us the beknakked Beatles – a German slang word that described us as the mad or crazy Beatles – but we never stopped to worry about it.

[…] Many of the stories that have been told over the years about the way we used to behave on stage allege that the Beatles used to have serious fights in front of the audiences. That wasn’t strictly true: a lot of it was just part of ‘making show’. What used to appear to be a brawl on stage began at the Indra, where nightly we began to take more liberties in the cause of ‘making show’. Paul, with possibly only one string on an unplugged guitar, would rush up to John while he was singing and pretend to butt hm. Feigning anger, Lennon would retaliate. It must have all appeared to be very real to the patrons and used to wind them up, but it was sheer pretence, a mock battle in which nobody was hurt. In those early days we were extremely close and the best of friends at all times and we would go through much together in the spirit of five rather seedy musketeers.

There is no doubt that John and Paul gave their all to ‘making show’ – even If they did find it a release from the frustrations besetting us all. Lennon gradually became bolder with each week that passed, haranguing the paying customers as ‘fucking Krauts’, or Nazis or Hitlerites. Later he extended this repertoire of venom to ‘German spassies’ (spastics), indulging in his obsession with the disabled which would later manifest itself more publicly in his writings, drawings and statements during interviews. For their part, the Germans, whom he also advised to ‘get up and dance, you lazy bastards!’, rarely showed any sign of understanding and would often applaud his insults.

[…] He gave many people in the audiences the impression that he was a buffoon, but what he did on stage was simply a form of escapism for him. He played the idiot who shouted his mouth off and yelled obscenities but was the outright victor in any slanging match. It was the kind of behaviour they came to expect of him. After these bitter attacks on the people who were paying our wages Lennon would simmer down as though he had just aired some long pent-up grievance and was relieved to have got it off his chest.

I used to try and explain this abuse of audiences to myself but could only conclude that John harboured no deep hatred of the Germans and that they were simply the scapegoats for his increasing frustration at having to entertain them in a fashion that really wasn’t his style.

At the Indra we acquired a friend who would stand by the Beatles for a long time to come. She was a lavatory attendant, a lady whom we christened Mutti. Anyone over the age of twenty seemed old to us, but I reckon Mutti must have been in her fifties, hence our nickname for her, sounding something like the German word for mother – Mutter. She was in nightly attendance backstage, where our poky dressing room adjoined the toilets (where else?). When we came off stage she would be waiting for the perspiring Beatles with towels and paper napkins and changes of shirt, which was very necessary after the rigours of ‘making show’.

Almost nightly as well she had to prepare a needle and thread for John to repair his pants after his dare-devil Nureyev leaps. But he always insisted on making his own renovations, just sitting there in his underpants, sewing away and using something like sailor’s tacks and a few reef knots. (Needless to say the repair would give way after the next performance!) If anyone arrived backstage – male or female – while he was working away in his underwear he would simply invite them to ‘come in and make yourself at home’ and continue with the task.

Beatle! The Pete Best Story, Pete Best and Patrick Doncaster (1985)

#pete best #john lennon #the beatles #hamburg

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9uatre · 1 year

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Ballet Maniacsのお得なセット『Spring Breath』

Ballet Maniacsのデザイナー自らがチョイスした上下セットを期間中お得にオーダー可能です！

どうぞお見逃しなく😉

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今日ご紹介するセットはピンクローズな組み合わせ🌹💕

眠れる森の美女のオーロラ姫がイメージ。

肩に添えられたピンクのバラ。

その蔓がそのままストラップへと続くというBallet Maniacsオリジナルデザインのレオタード『Rose leotard』

本当に秀逸なアイデア！

合わせたスカートは同色の軽やかなメッシュ素材のスカート『Tunique-skirt mini with slits | Pink』

下のお写真はボリショイのプリマ、エフゲーニャ・オブラスツォーワ（Evgenia Obraztsova）さんの着こなし。（着用のレオタードはまた別のセットでも登場しています！）

見えるかしら・・？足捌きも良くなるようにサイドスリット入り。

この可憐で愛らしいローズのお得なSpring Breath上下セット。

今だけのご案内です！

お見逃しなく〜！！

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［予約アイテム］Rose leotard and Tunique-skirt mini with slits | Pink （予約のみの特別価格セット）

Maison de 9uatre

#Ballet Maniacs #quatre-quarts ballet store #Maison de 9uatre #9uatre #ballet #バレエ #予約会 #セール

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britishguy-on-the-tv · 7 months

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Ayase:

Half Russian ballet girlie who moved to Japan (she's half japanese, if it wasn't obvious) and now is part of the idol club. Can't stop saying хорошо

Volkov:

Elijah Volkov, better known as The Elephant Man, is a wacky little fella (read as: tall maniac) who lives in the woods outside of Camp Here And There. He's obsessed with the camp's nurse, Sydney Sargent, going all the way to the point of making a religion for him. Wearing a strange outfit consisting of a pink elephant mask, a cheap wizard cloak, and bloodstained nurse scrubs (don't worry, it's not his blood!), Elijah constantly hides his face, as he's able to put people into a trance with the sight of his face alone. His voice has a similar effect. The only problem? His own face is his weakness. You can defeat this high-and-mighty man that could easily achieve a god-like status with a mirror. Seeing his own face puts him in what seems to be severe pain. While his accent isn't extremely obvious while talking, it's a LOT more noticeable when he's yelling. Also, he canonically has a moderately fat ass.

#russian blorbo rumble #tournament poll #camp here and there #love live

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chappellrroan · 5 months

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ok my ep 1 review is that it's gross and disgusting and gorey and i wish you were here so i could hide my face in your shoulder when they showed something gross and that guitar girl is so fucking hot and awesome and cute instantly fell in love with her i mean pink highlights space bun bass guitar black tee and shorts she's so girlfriend i am shipping her and the cig ballet arsonist girl who's probably a villain and a maniac when she was smoking on the balcony i was so transfixed on her lips lmao nazar nahi hat rahi thi she's really hot and pretty okay and so crazy and sadistic mwah i love her also her brother is sooooooo cute pls want to keep him in my pocket store him away safely such a hero kitne bravely he defended everyone fought the yucky zombie (ew ew) him and the girl they're perfect can't believe he risked his life to save a girl he met like 5 mins ago but yes i can bc omg she's a firefighter????? SO COOL can't wait to learn more about herbut then she'll probably die right cause she got bitten so i shouldn't get attached to her. yes okay that's it at the middle of the ep i was like chee ew ew im not watching this thinking of ways to break your heart say mujhse nahi dekha jaa raha but then maine big girl ki tarah khud ko samjha liya ki ivy imagine that this blood is rose sharbat okay they look the same and it's not real blood sab theek hai and also that maine life mein ek bhi zombie apocalypse jaisa show ya movie nahi dekha even when it was so popular like all of us are dead the end of the fcking world etc etc and so this is the perfect opportunity to tick something off the life bucket list tere liye dekh sakti hu. also inhone hopeful note pe end kar diya ep1

i am smiling ear to ear

#itne sab mein tujhe sirf hot female characters par hi focus gaya na LMAO #mujhe pata tha plus it's just the starting yes don't get attached and yes you're right the ballerina is not a good news #very proud of you for making through it tho the cgi is making me laugh actually it's lwk wacky darr nahi lag raha mujhe 100/10 would've let #you borrow my shoulder i was just trying to remember the plot ki kiske saath kya hone wala hain #ALSO that protein shouting monster is going to fuck so many things up #bhai that red highlights wali girl is someone in whom the main mc will see his fav charc t #the one jiske liye ye got seleted so he scheduled his suicide for 25th #anyways very proud of kissing your forehead snd patting my back because my plan is working you're just one step away from being fully #prepared to watch attack on titan hehe #ivy love #ilysm

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thebhorror · 29 days

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hello becca thebhorror who i trust implicitly do u have horror recommendations for someone who will not watch any movies for a year and then binge horror for a week luv u xoxox

hello glassamphibians <3 I love talking about movies :) please see below for my full (and long) recommendation list

Okay so my favorite movie of all time is Suspiria (1977) it’s about ballet and witches and I recommend that. There’s also a 2018 version which is good (but nowhere as near as good as the original)

My next recommendation is malignant (2021). Fun horror mystery from the genius James Wan.

Next is Saint Maud (2019). It was literally one of my most anticipated movies ever and I never see anyone talk about it but shit is incredible.

Then is May (2002). If you like Carrie then you’ll LOVE May. I love weird girls <3

And ALSO Perfect Blue (1997). It’s a animated Japanese horror film and it’s SO damn good like wow.

And of course I gotta mention the classics that have a special place in my heart: Rosemary’s Baby, Jaws, House (1977), Carrie (1977) (wow 1977 is the year ever of movies- it was also the year gerard way was born), Dementia 13, Reanimator, and Maniac (1980- but also the new one with Elijah Wood)

I have like WAY more I can recommend. I tried to pick ones that I thought would be pretty universally liked. If you like a specific genre of horror movies you like I can recommend more (or if there’s stuff you can’t stand OR can’t watch bc it’s too much (idk your opinion on gore) I can also tailor the suggestions to that). Let me know if you watch any (or if you want more suggestions) <3

EDIT: izzy told me to recommend Spree which yes awesome movie

#I love movies <3 #I love to be a film bro #thanks glass #sorry for the novel I couldn’t stop listing ones once I looked at my letterboxd

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sewerfight · 6 months

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sometimes I'm like "oh fuck Versace got shot" and then I just move on with my day. imagine living it up rich in Miami with potential mob ties and expecting not to be killed by an unrelated maniac. that's like going to a Russian ballet school and expecting not to be disfigured horribly when a jealous ballerina throws acid in your face after you were given the main part in Raymonda

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skitterstan · 1 year

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Amy Dallon, a modern Pygmalion

I was thinking about how everyone wants a worm tv show but the special effects won’t ever be good enough, and then I was thinking what if it was a stage play? And now, after writing it all, I wonder if it could be a ballet, particularly a big coordinated gold morning dance. Hmm

AnywY, I really am picturing a huge dance number for gold morning. Truly think it’s the best way to convey it

Act 1

First scene starts with Amy in line at the bank, she’s calling Victoria and letting her know that she just got back from her trip around the world to different hospitals. maybe someone is a little rude to her in line. This immediately goes into the bank robbery, which introduces our primary characters.

The Undersiders are not truly explained or explored, they’re over the top wise cracking bank robbers. The action here is fast. Characters stand in the spotlight, deliver their lines, and move on, calling to the next character. We hear “the bug girl” give her maniacal monologue about killing everyone in the bank if they don’t comply. Imp is also introduced here, though it’s not a proper introduction because when she starts talking the spotlight cuts out and she goes like “hey!” I’m imagining cheesy effects with big emotions, played like a comic book.

The introduction of Glory Girl is played up with horns and crashing cymbals. It looks like our heroes are going to catch the dastardly villains!Tattletale shatters the illusion for both Dallon girls. Amy screams “she’s got a gun!” Which is something absurd during a bank heist, but bringing forward some of the cops and robbers drama of it, of tattletale breaking the rules, etc.

maybe Victoria gets shot, lots of blood and Amy heals her, her hands getting bloody in the process. Introducing amy dallon as a caped healer is important to do in the first scene.

The end of the first scene has an actual Tender moment between Amy & Victoria. I’m aging all the characters up a bit, and adding that Amelia has been away for months, so this is their reunion. They *both* seem different to one another. Victoria gives her a “hey cute bangs” or something. & Amy is so happy but tattletales dagger is in her heart, it’ll never feel natural or lighthearted. Victoria asks if Amy can heal their dad, and Amy explains why she won’t touch the mind

Scene 2 Amy helping the Wards, less focused on tactics. Flechette is here already to simplify things^. Wards are mostly background stock supporting characters to make up the backgrounds later, but we take the time with Chevalier.

I love the idea that chevalier & glory girl are beards to one another. I think chevalier should have a rainbow motif on his armor*

A scene with Amy and Victoria. They’re doing something fun, happy that the city is getting rebuilt etc. just a nice scene where they’re spending time together

The next scene is Brandish getting home from work & the attack by Jack & bonesaw. The actress for bonesaw should be much older & acting all cutesy. Amy arrives & is threatened into healing her father, breaking her own rule about never touching the mind. Victoria arrives and Amy changes something. For a moment it looks like they’re about to kiss. Victoria leaves, crying. Amy runs away, and Bonesaw comforts her.

A scene between chevalier and Victoria. Victoria is extremely upset, but can’t articulate it. She loves chevalier. He’s been so kind and gentle with her. A scene many queer person is familiar with. Two extremely empathetic people who are sitting there feeling comphet, trying to understand what isn’t working but not being able to look it in the face. Not able to look inside their hearts.

The next few scenes are chaotic, shatterbird bomb, Amy being chased by the Siberian, but Amy, Victoria and Chevalier are all there together in most of them. Like the first scene, things are over the top, but mixed with drama and blood. Victoria standing in the siberians way but not being able to look at Amy. Scenes evacuating civilians, healing capes, more members of the slaughterhouse 9 are *mentioned,* but are only seen in passing. Amy isn’t on the front line for most of it. A brief scene Victoria & chevalier facing crawler together, losing. I imagine crawler almost like a Iongdeng dragon dancer puppet. The time bomb going off and catching crawler and chevalier

This comes to the climax of the first act. Amy is dragging Victoria on a tarp away from the loud special effects & the other capes. There’s blood everywhere, mirror to the first scene. Victoria wakes up and she asks Amy to help her. Amy sets her up on a chair, something where the dancers can come in behind her. Amy tries to take away the pain. Amy asks if she can kiss Victoria. She says yes, and Amy kisses her. This is understood to still not be consensual. We see two of victorias hands on Amy’s back. Then a third.

To form the Wretch, Dancers in stage blacks slowly uncover parts of their bodies. More and more undulating, flexing limbs are unveiled. There is a dance. It is romantic but horrible. Amy is lifted up and embraced

Brandish’s voice from off stage. Amy fights to get away, suddenly ashamed. The wretch starts sobbing and pleading for Amy to come back. The blood is still on her hands. the scene from the book. The bug girl is there. Amy volunteers to go to the birdcage

The next act is Amy’s time in the birdcage. Her first girlfriend, taking power. Maybe using her power offensively for the first time, just taking someone apart at a touch. The power plays, the cloak and dagger. It all leads to khepri, Amy having a monologue where she realizes that tbe only think that’s making her weak is thinking of people as people. another big dance number, khepri the actors with streamers dancing with the nude golden man. Maybe rite of spring in the soundtrack. The wretch dances along, and we see khepri force Amelia to heal victoria.

Act 3 is basically just ward from Amy’s perspective. She has everything she should want, except the one “thing” she can’t have. We watch her descent into bloody madness while everyone around her except Victoria buys into it. Another dance with the titans and the glass breaking.

^shes actually there for lesbian reasons

*also Amy Dallon’s needs to be lesbian pride flag palate**

**also Tattletale needs to be ace pride flag palate***

***also skitters costume needs to be sapiosexual pride flag palate)])

#amy dallon #worm stage play #wormblr #Victoria dallon #gold morning

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