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buckymorelikefuckme · 1 year

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sweet, sugar, handyman

steve rogers x bimbo reader

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warnings: **18 + ONLY! MINORS DNI** smüt, light daddy d*om steve, unprotected s*ex, cr*eampie. if i missed anything pls let me know!!!

a/n: any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & welcomed <3

part 1 ❀

It's been a few days since Steve took you out on a date. Even though he got the clear and undeniable message that you would one hundred percent be down to fuck afterward, he felt that he still wanted to wine & dine you more first. He wanted to work for it; earn it, so to speak. So when the date was done and he opened the door to the cab he hailed for you, he only kissed you goodnight. Admittedly, it did turn into a little bit of a make-out session, which only stopped because the cabbie cleared his throat pointedly.

You were absolutely not making it easy for him though. In the span of four days, you’ve made every possible innuendo when given the chance, and sometimes even said outright explicit things to him. Steve is losing his goddamn mind. He's beginning to question why he’s so hellbent on being a gentleman.

Even at work he’s not able to concentrate. He's had to restock the same shelves three times now because he keeps putting the wrong items in the wrong places.

He’s grumbling under his breath about how fucking pathetic he is when he gets a whiff of your perfume and immediately stiffens.

“Hey there, big boy.”

He has to shut his eyes at the sound of your voice. It’s just so…

“What’s a girl gotta do to get some good hardware around here, huh?”

Teasing. Your voice is sexy, no doubt, and cute in the worst way, but above all it’s teasing. Steve can hear your smile as you speak. He takes a calming breath before slowly turning to meet your siren stare. He doesn't feel any calmer when he gets a look at you.

Your hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, the ends curling upward adorably. Unsurprisingly, your makeup is beautiful, highlighting your features perfectly, and your outfit is nothing short of incredible. You’ve got a cute, little strapless sundress on—pink, of course—with tiny flowers all over, leaving your collarbones and shoulders on display. Steve’s mouth waters, his desire to bite and mark the skin rushing to the forefront of his mind.

A sweet grin spreads across your glossed lips the longer he stares at you like an idiot.

“Steve?”

He blinks, coming back to the present. “Hi,” he finally says.

You giggle. “Hi.”

He clears his throat. “What, um… What brings you here?”

“I’m looking for some tools,” you reply, putting emphasis on the last word in a way that puts Steve on guard right away.

“Well,” he starts, clinging to his sanity, “you’re certainly in the right place.”

You smirk. “Do you think I could get my hands on your tools then?”

Steve curses under his breath and you're giggling again, making him feel a confusing mix of endeared and aroused.

“Why do you do that?”

Steve does not whine. And he didn't whine just now. Nobody can prove it and nobody would believe it.

“Because you make it so easy and it's fun to see you get all flushed,” you answer honestly.

He tries to glare, but even he can tell it's weak. You step into his space, curling your fingers in the belt loops at the front of his jeans, right above his groin, peering up at him through your fluttery lashes. Suddenly, his palms are sweating.

“Steve?” you start softly. He hums in reply, not trusting his voice. “Will you come over tonight?”

“Tonight? To–for what?”

You smile innocently. “I’m not allowed to want to spend time with you?”

He swallows roughly. “N-No, you are, I just… Do I—Should I bring anything?”

You tilt your head as you pretend to think. “You're a handyman, yes?” At his hesitant nod, you grin. “Then all I need is you and your big hands.”

Ah, shit. Steve is in for some trouble, isn't he?

You lean up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He barely resists letting out a groan when your breasts brush his chest. Now he knows you're not wearing a bra because he can feel your nipples through your dress.

“See you later.”

“Uh huh,” he replies dazedly.

Yeah… He’s in deep shit.

Steve fiddles with the sleeves of his black henley, the cellophane encasing the bouquet of daffodils in his clammy grip crinkling noisily as he shuffles awkwardly on your doorstep. Inhale for three, exhale for three.

He knocks and waits. It only takes a moment for you to open the door. And then Steve’s stomach promptly attempts to fall out of his ass.

You're wearing a skintight, blood red mini dress, sleeveless and low cut enough to show off your ample cleavage. Your legs, toned and perfect, look positively sinful. You've got on a matching pair of strappy heels, and there, on one of your cute toes, sits a gold toe ring. Why that detail makes his heart race faster is beyond him. Your hair falls in soft waves around your face.

You're glowing as you lean your hand against the doorframe. Steve's never seen you in red before, but damn you wear it well.

“Wow,” he whispers.

You bite your lip to tamp down on your smile. “Thanks. You're pretty wow yourself.” You step aside. “Come on in, handsome.”

There's just enough space for him to squeeze past you. He gets a whiff of your perfume and, fuck, you smell divine. It's not your usual soft perfume that he's gotten used to already; it's something slightly darker, spicier. It makes his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Are those for me?” you wonder as you shut the door, gesturing at the bouquet.

“Oh,” he says, thrusting them towards you, “Um, yes. For you.”

You take them with a small smile. “Thank you. They're beautiful.”

“So are you,” Steve mumbles shyly.

He's pretty sure he notes the tiniest, pleased curl of your lips and counts it as a win.

You go about putting them in a vase, arranging them just so before placing them on the kitchen counter. Steve watches you flit about your home and something warm spreads throughout his body. When you're not flustering him and making him stumble over his words and feet, you're pretty fucking cute.

“Would you like something to drink? Wine? Water?”

“Water would be great,” he replies

He accepts the glass with a nod of thanks after you hand it to him, taking a sip then sitting it on the table beside him. You stare at each other, Steve assessing while you're happy to just look.

“Why did you invite me over?” he questions.

You shrug. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

Slowly, Steve shakes his head, walking over to you with his hands in his pockets.

“Bullshit,” he accuses. “That's not the whole reason.”

“I'm not sure what you mean,” you respond defiantly.

He backs you into the counter, hearing your light gasp and feels his lips twitch. “Don't act coy,” he admonishes. “You didn't wear this dress to sit on your couch and watch a movie.”

He trails a finger along your side, down the fabric of your dress, then toys with the hem of it. He's not sure where this burst of confidence is coming from, but he's going to go with the flow and see where it takes him.

“No, you chose to wear this to drive me crazy. You couldn't just wait a little bit longer.” Your breathing picks up, eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he speaks. “Do I need to teach you how to be patient?”

You remain silent as you hold his gaze, seemingly at a loss.

“What, no smartass remarks? That's a first. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You want me to give in and fuck you like the needy little slut you are, yeah?”

A short, choked off noise escapes you, your expression shocked, and Steve smirks in satisfaction.

“Not so fun on that side of it, huh?” he teases.

You clear your throat and try to gather yourself. “It's not that bad. Maybe you're just a pussy.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “You're really testing me. I’m starting to think you want more than just a quick fuck. I think you might need to be bent over my knee and taught a lesson.”

“Fuck, Steve…”

You grab his hand and hurriedly walk out of the kitchen, leading him down the hall. You open a door at the end of it without stopping. Steve finds himself in your bedroom, which is just as frilly and pink as he imagined. You whirl around after you reach your bed, facing him with determination and lust in your eyes.

“I wonder if it's all talk, or if you can actually deliver,” you goad, though your voice does waver.

It's clear you're trying to get a rise out of him, and he would absolutely hate to disappoint you.

“Careful what you wish for.”

In a blink, he's got you wrapped in his arms, lips lightly grazing your neck and shoulder. Your hands fly up to squeeze his biceps as you begin squirming. He presses a whisper of a kiss to your collarbone, smiling at the way you try to push into it more. His lips trail up to your ear where he briefly tugs on your earlobe with his teeth. You whine, tilting your head back to give him more access, but he only lets his breath fan out across your skin for a moment, watching goosebumps appear before pulling back entirely.

“What—” you start, frowning, trying to pull him back to where he was.

“Do you have a safeword?”

You swallow thickly. “I like the color system.”

He nods. “What's your color now?”

“So fucking green, Steve, please just fuck me—”

“You need to learn patience,” he decides. “I'm gonna take my time, gonna explore every inch of your beautiful, sacred body, and you're going to lie there and take it like a good girl. Understood?”

You nod, but that's not what Steve wants. He grips your chin, his fingers and thumb pressing into your cheeks.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. Use your words.”

You exhale shakily. “Understood.”

Steve grins, letting go. “That's a good girl.” You let out a quiet moan. “Now. Where should I begin, hm? Part of me wants to rip this dress right off of you, but another part of me doesn't want to ruin something so stunning.”

You fidget under his observation. He's sure your cheeks are warm beneath your beloved pink blush you always wear. His eyes finally settle on your collarbones, remembering earlier that day and how he wanted to mark them. Without a word, he pushes the straps of your dress down your arms. Then he runs his thumb along the jut of bone, reverent, wondering how and why he got so lucky.

He leans down and attaches his mouth to your skin, sucking and licking and biting until he's positive blood has rushed to the surface under his ministrations. Your small hands are clutching at the sides of his shirt as you moan. And damn, that's a sound he's already growing fond of.

He switches to the other side, biting a matching mark on that collarbone, then decides it's not enough and moves up to the point where your shoulder meets your neck and sucks a mark there too. By the time he's done you're panting and wriggling in a way that tells him you're searching for relief.

“Take the straps off all the way, but don't take the dress off,” he instructs. You're quick to obey and he hums, pleased, when you wait for further direction. “Such a good girl.”

You nod. “Yes.”

As a reward, he pulls down the cups of the dress, exposing your tits to the cool air of your room and watching in delight as your nipples harden. He brushes his thumbs over them, smirking when you twitch and whimper.

“Does my little slut want my mouth on her tits?” he asks as he continues playing with them.

“Yes, please,” you rush to say, “Please, daddy.”

Your mouth snaps shut with an audible click. It's clear you hadn't meant to let that slip.

He pauses, raising his eyebrows. “Daddy? Oh baby, I should've known.” You whine at his mocking tone. “Don't you worry, sweetheart, daddy will take good care of you. Sit down for me.”

Despite your embarrassment, you do as you're told and sit on your bed. Steve kneels on the floor in front of you, pulling you to the edge of the mattress so your tits are directly in his face.

“So soft. So pretty,” he murmurs, cupping them in his hands.

He takes one nipple into his mouth and you let out a high pitched whine, hands coming up to bury themselves in his hair. He gives your nipple the same treatment your collarbones received, sucking harshly and flicking his tongue back and forth. Abruptly, he shifts to the other side, not giving you a chance to catch up. You tug roughly at his hair as you push your chest closer and closer to him.

He pulls off, blowing across your spit-covered breasts, seeing you shiver and whine with a twisted sense of gratification. With a sudden urgency, he determines he needs his mouth on your pussy now. He spreads your legs and pushes up the hem of your dress at the same time. If he wasn't already on his knees, he'd have fallen to them when he sees you're not wearing panties.

“What a naughty, naughty girl,” he chides, voice gruff.

Your pussy glistens with your wetness and you start squirming as he stares.

“Please,” you gasp.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he wonders and meets your desperate gaze.

“Daddy, please, want your mouth.”

He tilts his head. “Where, baby?” You whine again, fingers twitching where they still rest in his hair. He runs his forefinger down your wet slit and you cry out. “Here? You want daddy there?”

“Yes! Please, daddy,” you beg, hips trying to meet his hand.

Steve hums. “I don't know, sweetheart. You weren't wearing any panties. Is that something good girls do?”

You whimper, brows furrowing as you bite your lip and shake your head.

“Think I’m gonna have to spank you, after all.”

“Daddy—”

“Are you gonna be a good girl or not, sweetheart? I can stop here.”

He definitely cannot, but you don't seem to be in the mindset to call his bluff. You whimper loudly.

“No, no, please, I'll be good, daddy, I promise!”

“Color?” he checks in.

“Green,” you reply, eager and breathless.

He grins. “Alright, sweetheart, up you go.”

He rises to his feet and helps you stand before taking your place on the mattress. He pats at his lap, raising an expectant brow. You only hesitate for a second, carefully draping yourself across his lap, making a small noise when you feel his erection pressing into your stomach.

“How many spanks do you think I should give you? Three? Five? Ten?”

You fist your blanket tightly. “However many daddy thinks is appropriate.”

He coos. “Look at that. You can be a good girl. I'll do five this time, okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper.

“Count them out for me,” he directs as he pushes your dress up past your hips, swiping his large hand over your plump ass.

He lifts his hand and brings it back down in a firm smack. With a wicked grin, he watches your ass jiggle with the impact. The only sound you let out is a small gasp.

“One,” you mutter shakily.

Each time he spanks you, he soothes the sting by softly rubbing his hand along your heated flesh.

As he lands his fifth and final spank he's almost upset to be finished. But then he pulls your ass cheek to the side and leans over to look at your dripping pussy, and his mouth waters with want.

“Five,” you whine, squirming, fists clenching and unclenching.

Steve hums. “Perfect.”

“Daddy…”

“I know, darlin’, I know,” he coos.

He maneuvers your pliant body until you're on your back, legs dangling off the edge as he makes himself comfortable between them again.

“Since you were good for me, I’ll give you a reward,” he murmurs, pushing your thighs apart and back so you're on full display for him.

You're already writhing on your bed and he hasn't even touched you properly. It makes his cock throb where it's pressing against his zipper. God, he wants to fuck you, and he fully plans on it, but he has to taste you first or he’ll go crazy.

With that thought in mind, he leans in and sucks on your clit, making you inhale sharply and arch your back. He kisses your pussy sloppily, letting your wetness coat his tongue. He groans deep in his chest; you taste unlike any other and he's on the fast-track to becoming addicted.

“Daddy,” you whine, tugging at his hair, “daddy, please, please fuck me.”

He ignores you for a moment, thrusting his tongue in and out of you, bringing his fingers down to rub messily at your clit. You cry out, a sob forcing itself out of you.

“Steve,” you plead.

Reluctantly, and with a final suck and lick, he pulls his mouth away from your delicious cunt. He stands to his full height and quickly removes his clothes, eyes never leaving your prone form. The way you're spread out is indecent, downright sinful, and the way your stare is already going glazed makes his spine tingle.

When he shoves his boxer briefs down and frees his cock, he sighs in relief. You moan at the sight of it, spreading your legs even wider.

Steve gives you a half grin, stroking himself, “Want daddy’s cock, sweetheart?” You nod, which makes him raise an eyebrow in expectance. “Words, darlin’. Use them.”

“Yes, please,” you whimper.

“Please what?” he taunts, joining you on the bed, manhandling you so that your legs are no longer hanging off.

He makes no move to finish removing your dress or your heels.

“Please, daddy,” you groan.

“Good girl,” he intones. He kisses the inside of one of your knees. “Condom.”

You lick your lips, biting them anxiously. “Can I… I wanna feel daddy’s cum drip out of me,” you whisper, your eyelids getting heavier.

“Jesus,” Steve exhales. “Are you sure? Color?”

“Green, it's green,” you assure quickly.

You're gonna be the death of him.

He pushes two fingers in your cunt without warning and you whine, long and loud enough that he wonders if your neighbors can hear. Part of him hopes they can.

“Mm, so tight with only two of my fingers inside you,” he observes, teasing, “Are you sure you can take my cock?”

“Yes,” you gasp out, “Please, daddy. Wanna feel you split me open, wanna feel full.”

He groans. “Fuck, baby. You're not just a slut, are you? You're a cockslut. A greedy one at that.”

“Yes, yeah, ‘m a cockslut,” you hurriedly agree, “your little cockslut.”

The flare of possessiveness that spreads throughout him is sudden and ignites his desires even more.

“Mine, huh? I like the sound of that.”

He teases the head of his cock along your slit, loving the way you squirm and whimper but still wait so patiently. Finally, he takes mercy on you and pushes in. Your mouth falls open on a silent moan, your eyebrows scrunching together in the sweetest way. Steve groans deep in his chest as he sinks deeper and deeper into your tight, wet heat. When his hips are flush against yours, he only waits a beat before pulling out and thrusting right back in, setting an immediate, steady rhythm that has your knees hiking higher and higher on either side of him.

You're restless with pleasure, unable to be still, head tossing from side to side, hands grappling at nothing and everything. Steve is so big inside you, hitting all the right spots, plus some you didn't even know about. A constant flow of moans, whimpers, and pleas fall from your bitten lips. A light sheen of sweat covers your neck and chest, your nipples hardened into peaks.

“God, you feel so good,” Steve grunts, watching the way his cock slides in and out of you.

You nod in agreement. “My–oh–my pussy was m-made for you,” you whine. “Fit me just right, daddy, fuck! Never… Never had anyone feel this perfect.”

“Yeah? Is daddy ruining you for everybody else?” Steve goads.

“Yes! Yes, daddy, don't want anyone else, ever, please,” you beg, hips twitching up into his next thrust.

Your heels bite into the skin on Steve’s back, but he welcomes the pain. He wants to wear your marks just as much as he wants you to wear his. He thrusts into you harder, loving the way your back arches beneath him, the way your tits bounce with the movement.

You're about a million percent sure if Steve changed the position now you'd punch him in the throat, but you're also just as sure that he knows this, if the way he's looking at you is any indication. His eyes are sparkling, lips tilted up on one side. The apples of his cheeks are pink from exertion, and it makes you bite your lip.

Steve cups his hands under your knees, pushing them up and open more, adjusting the angle of his thrusts just so and making you nearly scream.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you chant, “Steve, daddy, fuck!”

He grins at your babbling, feeling you clench around him as you near your climax. He's not far behind, heat pooling in his lower abdomen quickly. He lets go of your legs, letting them drop to his sides, reaching down to hold your pussy lips open as he spits on your clit. A ragged moan comes from you at the action. Wondering how far he can push, Steve lightly slaps your clit, and fuck. You cry out and clench around him so tight he has to pause.

“Again, again, please, daddy, do that again, don't stop,” you ramble, words blurring together.

Steve does it again. And again. And again. Until you're clamping down on his cock, body locking up as your orgasm hits, your breath halting. But then you're jerking, letting out a throaty gasp, followed by long whines as you ride out what's got to be an intense high. The sight alone is enough to bring Steve to completion, grinding into you as his cock throbs and releases inside you. He groans, closing his eyes, feeling beyond sated and happy.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

Steve huffs a laugh. “Agreed.”

He looks down at you and you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Your hair is splayed out messily around your face, some pieces sticking to your clammy cheeks and forehead, the sheen of sweat making you glow in the low light of your bedroom. Your eyes are still heavy-lidded, but you're smiling in complete bliss, arms stretching above you.

“That was incredible,” you rasp. Your smile goes wonky. “Thank you, daddy.”

His cock twitches where it's still buried inside you and you giggle.

“You're a menace,” he accuses, the gentle way he brushes your hair off your face softening the accusation.

You preen. “Yep! But you like me anyway.”

Steve sighs heavily. “God help me, I do.”

#TA-DAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!#avengers fic #marvel fic #steve rogers #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you

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emmania · 30 days

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Ta-daaaaaaaaaa

#emma watson #girlfriend #bizcocho

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djcranberry · 1 year

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Ta daaaaaaaaaa

#american mcgee's alice

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yokomation-blog · 2 months

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TA DAAAAAAAAAA

Doug is now done, like all models, these gotta look as GOOOD as they fucking can.

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amandas-discovery · 5 years

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Wouldn't it make most sense for everyone to individually choose whether to meet Amanda?

“Well, congratulations.” Logan slowly put his hand down. “You got what you wanted.”

“Just a moment, now.” Roman corrected. “I think we should put this whole human business to a vote again, now that we’ve finalized our system.”

“Do you really have to rub it in?” Logan groaned. “I understand that I have been beaten.”

“Logan, just- please.” Roman’s eyes had an unreadable expression that caused Logan to reconsider.

“Fine.” Logan looked at the three of them. “All those in favor of allowing me to visit Amanda, raise your hand.”

Patton, of course, raised his hand high. But more surprisingly, Roman did as well.

“What the- ?” Virgil’s eyes narrowed. “Oh hell no.”

“Language.” Patton corrected.

“Logan was right.” Roman explained, putting his hand down. “This should be his choice to make. I may not fully understand it, and I certainly don’t condone it, but I trust Logan’s judgement. He is one of the most clever borrowers I have ever met. Logan, you break rules so often it drives me insane. But your quick-thinking and disregard for the rules has saved both our lives on more than one occasion. I just ask that you think long and hard about what you’ve gotten yourself into- and I certainly hope you won’t make me regret this.”

“Roman, I…” Logan seemed at a loss for words. “I- thank you for your understanding.” A small smile began to creep across his face, elated at the feeling of finally being heard.

“Aww, come here, you little nerd.” Roman teased, pulling Logan into a warm embrace.

“Group hug!” Patton declared, pulling Virgil along too who reluctantly joined in.

#ta-daaaaaaaaaa #man we took the long way around to get here #main story #logan #roman #patton #virgil #asks #ask #anon #Amanda's discovery

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damagedhearts-indie-blog · 6 years

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@untilwebleedxx sent ❛❛ So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me. ❜❜

Dark dress. Winged eyes. Painted lips. Curled hair. High heels. Isabella knew she looked especially good tonight. A lucky thing really - little did she know what was coming. Stepping towards the front of the queue for entrance, she gave a smug smile to the bouncer as she gave her name. She shot a wink to the cute, tall guy standing behind her, about to walk into the club when everything changed. A quality, colour. She must have brushed against his hand. Eyes wide, she looked around at the street and the neon signs and the colourful dresses and outfits... ❛❛ So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me, ❜❜ she muttered to the man, who’s eyes were the most striking colour she’d seen yet. No name for it, of course. She’d need to check a colour chart or something first but... “Well I’m going in, feel free to not follow.”

#isabella #thread #closed starter #untilwebleedxx #TA DAAAAAAAAAA

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boshiboi2002 · 2 years

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Say hello to my, MUDKIP.

took me a while to perfect cuteness but, TA DAAAAAAAAAA.

#pokemon #mudkip #pokedex #water #water type #cute #animal #nintendo #gaming #bandana #blue #green #shiny #fanart

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bustinbustinbustinbustin · 3 years

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@royalreef sent in:

It does seem to be tradition, and Miranda's been trying new things on land as much as she can, so... She's dressed up as the scariest thing she can think of (which happens to be the Interdimensional Prince, because what's more terrifying than suitors who won't take no for an answer?) and has arrived, in honor of the season. "Trick or treat?"

Quite legit, Miranda, quite legit!!

Try not to be surprised when... the door of the rickety old darkwood house with the lights all on and smoke pouring out of the windows that Polly mentioned she’d be chillin’ at, then, opens onto Polly dressed as Coach!

Miri may have been going for scary, but, eh... as an actual spooky ghost, Polly kinda feels like going that route’s a little redundant for her - may as well default to dressing up cute or just-plain fun! And you know who’s both?? (When, you know, he’s not trying to push a non-body into a sportsgame they just ain’t in the mood for, that is, on the latter front.) That old marshmallow.

She’s pleasantly surprised to see Miranda turn up - in costume, no less!! After all, she does know that... Miranda’s still getting into the swing of a lot of land-dweller stuff, holidays that pretty much all probability says there’s no way they would’ve had in the Merkingdom included!

Emphasis, however, is on pleasantly!

She greets Miranda practically swinging from the doorframe with one hand, punching the fist of the other in the air!

“ Miri! ”

-- A quick ‘?!’ crosses her face, her eyes rounding and mouth shaping an ‘oh!’, before she... un-spring-loads herself! She wags her finger a couple times, taking a backstep into the house...

“ Okay, okay... ” A snap becomes a finger-gun! She continues reversing! “ Like -- I thought about the stuff I usually give out as handouts, and figured the nasal pixie sticks and the mummy dust and stuff weren’t really your things, sooooo...!”

The finger-gun is now a double finger-gun! She holds them both pointed as, with a tongue-click, she strafes back into the house, strafes strafes strafes strafes strafes...!

Out of sight, until...!

“ Ta-daaaaaaaaaa! ”

Her sneakers double-bonk the ground as she jumps back into the doorway!

She holds out a large bowl of white orbs - an iridescent sheen to them from some fine edible glitter!

Some homemade liqueur truffles!!

#it's a deathstyle!! * ic #the weggy board says... * asks answered #and then i said to the mermaid ''clam yo tits'' * c: miranda vanderbilt (royalreef)#cw: drug mention

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manygalaxiesinone · 6 years

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What if Gwen Lives Part 7

((Greetings Hee ho dood! Prinnyfrost reporting for duty! Here it is people! The conclusion of “What if” Gwen Lives AU I came up with so long ago!

OR IS IT??!!!

We continue our story with the in Part 2 of the War of the Netherworld. Everyone returns to the castle so they can make a route to the Battleship Gargantua. Like before, Jennifer already put the coordinates in beforehand, but they need to take care of the rest of the ships that are still flying around.

https://shop.tcgplayer.com/weiss-schwarz/disgaea/like-a-picnic-sicily

“You thinking what I’m thinking Big Brother?”

“Hell yeah I am! Let’s do it!”

“Uhh...what are they thinking?”

https://www.deviantart.com/maharl/art/Laharl-s-mother-Disgaea-4-sprite-276434986

“Let’s just say, you may want to stay out of their way for a while. Try not to make too much of a mess you two!”

And insert your own Sonic Forces double boost meme here. Go ahead, it’s on me internet. After the EDF gets completely REKT by two half demon children, the party gets on board. Things play out pretty much the same as before with Gordon warning everyone about the Astro Canon and the cyborg soldiers,

and of course the realization of Kurtis modifying Jennifer.

Then we get a message from Carter pointing out that he’s doing all of this because the world is lacking in resources and pretty much everything you heard Thanos complain about in the Infinity War movie. I neglected to point out the flaws in this “great” plan of his in my EWW: Disgaea post I made some time back, so I’mma let Previous Overlord Gwendolyn say it for me.

“Wouldn’t creating a war such as this escalate the extinction of the human race? I’d imagine you’d have to spend plenty of resources to create such a huge fleet. Also, I’m sure you noticed how quickly those ships have been taken down. My two children were kind enough to let everyone evacuate before destroying them, but even I have to admit that not all demons are this merciful. Even if you did manage to successfully take us over, how would you know that the Netherworld is safe enough for normal humans and has enough resources for everyone? Are you sure you truly care about saving the world, or are you one of those people who make excuses just to do whatever they please and only act just to save their own hide?!”

Carter is conflicted and outraged by Gwen’s response he just insures that they’ll all pay and ends the call right there and then. Yeah, sadly we don’t get to hear Gordon call him a chrome dome.

Now we come to the confrontation with Kurtis. Like before, he tells everyone his tragic past about how he lost his wife and daughter due to an accident at the lab involving criminals and the fact that Gordon not making it in time to save them is what drove him to path he’s on now. Gordon apologizes for his previous failings, but still points out that helping Carter out with this war will still result in countless sacrifices.

“It matters not what planet I’m on, Earth or the Netherworld, I am still a defender! As such, I shall fight with my body and soul until the very end to do what is right, even if it means facing a comrade in arms! Come Kurtis! Let our true spirit clash once more and see justice prevail!”

In the end, Gordon wins and shows Kurtis what it truly means to be a Defender! Unlike before when Laharl and Etna agrees to finish him after winning (before Flonne stops him), this time, there’s only a possibility that Etna might joke about doing that, but other than that, everyone’s pretty much in agreement to let him live.

“Hey Big brother, how about we invite him to stay with us in the Netherworld? This way, he can be a Defender of the Galaxy too!”

“Why not? We could always use another vassal.”

“What do you say Kurtis? Will you fight alongside us as a comrade?”

“After everything, you’re willing to let someone like me join you? Hahaha... You’ve found a hilarious bunch Gordon. Unfortunately, I’ve used too much energy during the fight. My body has to rest for a while. Gordon...be careful of...Jennifer.” -passes out-

They soon meet up with Carter and realizes the modification Kurtis installed in Jennifer wasn’t quite what they expected. Carter explains that this neural override device practically makes Jennifer into his puppet...and naturally Gwen is completely outraged by this act, attempting to blast him with a powerful spell, but Carter’s protected by some sort of force field.

“What kind of father would even consider committing such cruel act to their child?! Something so inhumane only proves that you’re only goal is to protect yourself!”

“It appears you never understand that some sacrifices must be made in order to achieve the greater good. If it means saving the Earth, then I’ll gladly exchange a few lives. Now, I think it’s time to put an end to all of this. Jennifer, start with that foul mouthed woman!”

Jennifer does as instructed, but Gordon gets in the way taking the hit instead. Sicily goes over to heals him as she realizes that he too used a lot of his energy back during his fight with Kurtis and is probably a little spent.

“Hey Prince, why don’t we just blow up the ship? You seem to handle the other ones just fine.”

“I can’t. I promised Sicily I’d give her the ship once this is all over.”

“Aww, I was just about to claim this ship!”

Fortunately, Kurtis shows up just in time to save the day, and like before, it is indeed a shock that Kurtis has already recovered so quickly. Things play off in the original story even with Carter activating the bomb he planted in the device, which naturally pisses off Gwen even more to the point where she made cracks in the force field protecting Carter. This gets Carter concerned since now there’s a chance he could die from the explosion as well and tries to call Jennifer off, but it’s too late. Kurtis sacrifices himself to deactivate the device and save everyone. Laharl tells death to reunite his soul with his wife and daughter and is less tsundere about the reason. Jennifer is back to normal and Gordon recruits her to fight as an equal to him rather than an assistant. Just when it looks like Carter is completely cornered, he calls out the celestial host to aid him, much to the surprise of Flonne.

“It can’t be! Why are angels helping this man?!”

“Celestia’s involved now? I knew they had a grudge against us, but this is ridiculous.”

Gwen: (First an assassination and now this? It’s hard to imagine Lamington would resort to this. Just what’s going on in Celestia right now?)

After the battle the episode ends how it does before, with Carter escaping and being threatened by Vyers to reveal that Vulcanus was the one pulling the strings. Vyers tells him that until he realizes the cause of his actions, he will be plagued by nightmares, proving once again that deep down this is a demon you do NOT want to fuck around with. The episode ends with Flonne’s declaration to go to Celestia.

Now, it’s time for the Final Episode, what lies beyond the battle. Flonne made up her mind to find out what Lamington’s true intentions are, even if it means she has to face him and her fellow angels as enemies. Of course, no one’s letting her go alone for this.

“This is my chance as the Overlord to see Celestia myself. I can’t pass up on that. Besides, I told you. It’s my duty as your guide to make sure you’re kept alive.”

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“Big brother, why can’t you just admit that you want be by her side? It’s clear that you care about her.”

“No it’s not! I mean, I don’t, but, I- just shut your trap!”

“Come on Princess, you know that the Prince is a big boy now, and big boys like him act tough around girls they like.”

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“You mean all those guys that pick a fight with you actually like you Etna? You must have a lot of fans.”

“Well, that’s one way of putting it.”

“Hmph! I don’t need this. We’ll just go on our own if we have to.”

Gwen: “Now, now. We were just having a bit of fun. No one said we weren’t going together.”

“She’s right! As a defender, it would be wrong to be to leave a comrade to fight on their own.”

“No matter what happens, we all have to stick together. That’s what friends are for, right?”

“BEEP BLOOP BLIP BEEP!!! NEVER LEAVE A FRIEND BEHIND! THAT’S THE LAW!!!”

“Thank you so much everyone!”

They make it to the Celestial Gate, created by one of the previous Seraphs to prevent anyone other than Celestial Residents from entering. In which case, it’s a good thing Flonne’s around since Sicily’s not an angel in this continuity. And once they open the gate, they see none other than...

Vyers! Ta-daaaaaaaaaa!

“Didn’t you just say that only angels can get through this gate?”

“Oh, uhh, that’s odd.”

“Maybe he’s actually an angel in disguise?”

Like before, Vyers points out that he just made it up here by chance (even though it’s been over a thousand years since any other demon made it through the gate), and that he’s here to test everyone’s resolve. In the end, he points out that humans, demons, and angels has had a history of labeling each other and that this group can be an example that regardless of their differences, as long as they become one in mind, they can overcome anything. Before leaving, Gwen asks him if he knows what Lamington is up to. Remember, it’s at this point of the story that Vyers realizes that Gwen is on to him not being what he seems, but Gwen has no involvement of what they’re planning. Part of Vyers wants to reveal the truth to her, but ultimately, he knows now’s not the right time, especially since both Laharl and Flonne are right there.

“Vyers, you know what he’s planning, do you? What has the Seraph been up to lately? Please...please tell me!”

“...It would be best to ask him yourself. That’s what you all came here to do, is it not? Why spread rumors when you could hear it straight from the horse’s mouth?”

He then leaves before she had a chance to stop him again. Gwen couldn’t help but still feel at least a little upset about being left in the dark like this, but soon snaps out of it, hoping that there really is a good reason to all of this in the end. The party soon encounter the angels that were sent by Vulcanus to intercept and kill them (despite Lamington clearly stating that he only wanted them captured!) and like before, Flonne is stunned by the reality of having to fight the angels.

“What’s wrong Flonne? I thought you said you were ready for this.”

“I thought I was, but I...I can’t...”

“Flonne, are you sure you’re ready for what lies ahead? To get the answer you want, you must make sure you’re determined to face the hardships that come with it. If you’re not up for it, then we can turn back and head to the Netherworld. It’s up to you.”

“I...” -takes a deep breath- “I’m ready. I’m alright now. Thank you Lady Gwen.”

And this they begin kicking some angel butt. Soon, they come across Archangel Vulcanus...the evilest angel around.

“Hey, Big Brother, doesn’t he kinda look like that villain from that game we used to play? What was his name again...”Dr. Mustache Moron”?”

“HAAAHAHAHAHAAAA! You’re right! Hey Gordon, you sure you two never met before?”

Vulcanus: “Grrr... you filthy demon brats! How DARE you?!”

I would’ve gone with “Baldi McNosehair”, but last I checked, Vulcanus isn’t bald. Anywho, like before, Vulcanus has branded Flonne a traitor for joining with the demons and has ordered her execution, and like before, Flonne points out that by allowing his own heart to be blinded by prejudice, the evil he speaks so much about is in his heart. BTW, #Pwned. Out of rage, Vulcanus calls out more soldiers to take care of them, and they lose. After the fight, Laharl brings out a good point that if Lamington isn’t involved in this, how come he hasn’t come out to save Flonne yet. Despite this, Flonne will continue to believe that Lamington has a good reason for everything that’s going on. Flonne knows that deep down, she’ll be punished for harming angels, but no matter what happens, she’s glad to be around some wonderful people. They soon meet up with Vulcanus again and this time, he attempts to get rid of them by summoning demons he made a pact with where if the party dies, they can have the Netherworld.

“Shouldn’t this count as treason too since you see all demons as “the enemy”?”

“Yeah! You’re trying to make Flonne look bad when you’re no better!”

“Not doing a good job convincing us you’re not the villain here, are ya?”

“Silence! This is act that must be good for the greater good of everyone.”

Before he could explain what he’s talking about, he leaves. Both Gwen and Gordon are viewing the situation and believe it might be best to come up with a strategic retreat...until Kurtis shows up! Yeah, Kurtis is still a prinny for his past sins, and somehow graduated from Hades in such a short amount of time, but hey, he’s here now. Unlike before though, it would be Etna that couldn’t contain her laughter, not Laharl. Also, I’m pretty sure Sicily might glomp him a bit considering her fixation with prinnies. With their morale at an all time high, they can take care of the higher demons and move on to the Seraphic Sanctuary. They see the guards protecting Lamington, blocking the path with their impervious force field. In the original story, it took the combined efforts of everyone, to use a Galaxy Omega Star blast strong enough to destroy the force field. This time, they now have Gwen and Sicily teaming up as well, so their camaraderie is much stronger than before. So I’d say that instead of Galaxy Omega Star, it’s more like...

Universal Peta Star. Not only are the shields destroyed, but they also take about a decent amount of damage before the battle starts.

They soon meet up with Vulcanus and he finally reveals his plan to achieve absolute peace by becoming a god and keep a watchful eye over the universe. Flonne argues that peace can only be achieved when everyone join hands in unity. Vulcanus points out that her idea is doomed to fail due to the deceit of demons and foolishness of humans. And just like with Carter’s argument, I’m going to let other characters point out the flaws in this “grand idea”.

“Wouldn’t your selfish fantasy end in failure too? Considering your views on humans and demons, wouldn’t that bring a lot of lack of trust among you and the people you’re looking after?”

“He’s right. Any great leader would be nothing without the bond between them and their group. I’ll admit, we may have our ups and downs, but I’m proud stick with my friends until the very end.”

“My old man was respected by everyone in the Netherworld because he knew how to handle a kingdom as well as his strength. He went so far as to give up his own life not just for me, mom, and Sicily, but for all demon-kind.”

“Look at Flonne. Despite everything that’s happened, she still believes that Lamington has good intentions. That’s how much she trusts him. See can see the good man he is that other people might be able to.”

“You have shown your bias towards demons and humans. I imagine that your idea of peace would be to alter the minds of others by force or commit mass genocide. Instead of taking time out to fully understand the issue, you assume and act accordingly. If you do manage to become this “god” you envision yourself, ask yourself if you really call this true peace. And then ask that question again the moment you see a rebel intent on claiming your life.”

Ah, thank you Jim for introducing me to this meme. Anywho, despite this Vulcanus refuses to let go of his ambition and decides to fight the party himself. After realizing that he’s been backed into a corner by the power of teamwork, Vulcanus still has one trick up his sleeve, which is to convince Lamington to fight them and watch everyone kill each other.

Before entering the Sacred Alter, everyone takes one final moment to prepare themselves, for they don’t know exactly what’s going to happen. No matter what, they’re going to be ready...or so they think. Once they enter, Vulcanus wastes to try to convince Lamington that this is an invasion, but that plan’s already starting to get thrown out the window because of one little detail.

“It’s been quite some time since our last encounter Gwen. Good to see you’re still doing well.”

https://www.deviantart.com/maharl/art/Laharl-s-mother-Disgaea-4-sprite-276434986

“Same to you Lamington. Still taking proper care of the flowers, I see.”

“You two know each other?!”

Gwen: “We have meet a few times on occasion.”

Okay, I don’t really know if they really did know each other in the past, but it’s another possibility that I won’t deny. It’s probably one of those times when her and Krichevskoy left the castle and let Rainer babysit. That or he could be responsible for the wedding, whatever the case may be. Flonne goes on ahead and asks about why were angels helping humans invading the Netherworld. Vulcanus quickly denies it, saying that she’s been tricked by the demons.

“While demons can be violent, they don’t really act without reason and are really kind once you get to know them. They can be selfish and cynical at times, but demons are capable of expressing love pretty the same way as any other person, whether it’s familial love, admiration, or...”

-looks at Laharl- “...romantic.”

“...”

Lamington finds it a bit amusing that an angel would not only defend demons for their behavior, but also fall for one. Still he agrees that rather than understanding each other, Celestains have blinded themselves with prejudice, considering themselves as everything that’s pure and good, while labeling demons as the exact opposite. He also points out that he’s well aware of everything that Vulcanus has been up to.

Yup! Just like before, he turns Vulcanus into a flower before he had a chance to escape. If you ask me, he let him off easy. I’m surprised he didn’t send him straight to Hades for trying to dominate the universe. Actually, let me know if you want that outcome instead. I might use that retcon in the future. Lamington thanks Flonne for helping to protect the Netherworld from invasion and for stopping Vulcanus, but she still has to be punished for harming other angels. This is something that nobody is happy with. I mean NOBODY!

“Why does Flonne have to be punished?! She did nothing wrong!”

“It was a matter of self defense! She came here just to ask a question and the angels threatened to kill her!”

“She only followed what’s in her heart and stuck to her beliefs! When did such an act be considered a crime?!”

“BEEP BOOP BLIP BEEP!!! FLONNE IS INNOCENT! SHE’S IN AN UNFAIR TRIAL!!!”

“Flonne put all of her faith in you, and this is how you repay her loyalty?!”

“I may not be in the best position to say this, but shouldn’t all of her good deeds like saving the Netherworld and stopping Vulcanus balance out this one mistake?”

“I don’t care who you are, you lay one finger on her and it’ll be the last mistake you EVER make!”

“I...don’t understand Lamington. You send someone as innocent as her to assassinate my husband who was already dead, and now you’re going to punish her after only showing her concerns about the state of being for Celestia?! What in the name of the three worlds has gotten into you?! Answer me!”

“...”

“Please everyone, it’s alright. I’ve prepared myself for this.”

As a final request, Flonne asks Lamington to pardon everyone’s sins, to which he agrees. She thanks Laharl for being the best guide she could ever ask for. Unlike before, she doesn’t give him her pendant. In the original story, the pendant showed that Laharl’s heart is no longer wicked, proving that Flonne managed to reach him and reveal the kindness in his heart. Here though, it’s already clear that Laharl’s kind of a nice guy. While he does have trouble expressing his feelings sometimes, he is much nicer than his original counterpart, so leaving him with her pendant is pointless; however she does give Laharl one final gift...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=breXNVIk4zs

She gently puts her hand on his face and pulls him into a kiss. See, I told you I was saving it. Laharl is completely shocked by this even after when the kiss breaks. Flonne confesses her love for him and says her final goodbyes to everyone. Laharl snaps out of it, but it’s too late. Flonne is turned into her flower. The existence of Angel Trainee Flonne has been erased, along with her sins. Laharl walks up to the flower, not only upset that Flonne is gone, but also at himself for letting this happen. He questions himself, if he’s worthy of being an overlord, despite not being able to protect the woman he loved.

“King Laharl...do you despise me?”

-glares at Lamington- “Despise you? Of course I do you bastard!” -the ground begins to shake-

“Ah! What’s this huge serge of energy?!”

“It’s big brother! He’s losing control of himself!”

“Of course! Surely there’s nothing worse then a man’s scorn after losing a loved one.”

“BEEP BLOOP BLIP BEEP!!! EVERYONE! RUN FOR THE HILLS!!!”

“Kill...you...

“I’LL KILL YOU!!!”

(This is my punishment...I willfully accept it.)

Yup, Laharl’s inner rage has unleashed once again, this time even stronger than before. You can bet your ass Lamington’s not going to have an easy time with this fight. I’d imagine it would be a tough fight, though probably not as before with Laharl’s amplified power from his anger. In fact, I won’t dismiss the possible ending where he ends up killing Lamington, but overtime, he’s reminded of his past experiences, like when he showed mercy to Hoggmeiser after ripping off Sicily, or when he forgave Etna for her betrayal, or when Flonne stopped him from seeking revenge for Sicily’s near death, or when Gwen told him that everything will be okay if he never gives up. Soon, when it looked like Laharl was about to deal the finishing blow, he stops. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, knowing that it won’t bring Flonne back. He goes up to the flower, and unlike before where he sheds a simple tear, this time is bawling his eyes out admitting that he’s going to miss her. Etna and Sicily goes up to console him, and Sicily can’t help but shed a few tears as well. Gwen looks at them and came to a conclusion. She’s glad to see Laharl and Sicily grow up and is glad to see people like Etna help out in looking after them. She’s sure that they’ll do a find job protecting the Netherworld together. She gives the three of them a hug and wishes all of them good luck. That’s right, Gwen is about to give up her life in exchange for Flonne’s, and she ends up doing so...in the alternate ending where Lamington dies.

But here, not only did Vyers just stop Gwen from doing it, he grabs her hand immediately right before she finishes saying Flonne’s name. Gwen is surprised by this and asks him what he’s doing.

“I’m glad you all came to terms with Krichevskoy’s decision. I know it’s not an easy task, but it’s important to understand to let things go and not rely solely on the path of vengeance. I apologize for keeping you in the dark for so long, but allow me to make everything clear. Look!”

Sure enough, Flonne is back! She’s not dead at all! Hooray! Of course, being happy to see her, Laharl gives her a nice hug, while Etna puts her into a minor headlock and of course, Sicily glomps her, bringing everyone down to the ground. The defenders of the galaxy couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, while Gwen is just confused. Happy, but confused. Vyers reveals that he punishment all along was to turn her into a fallen angel and that she was actually sent to start bridging the gap between the Netherworld and Celestia, not to assassinate the overlord. When he reveals that Laharl and Flonne are the knot that binds the two worlds together, they look at each other and blush as they already have a feeling of what he meant.

“I hope you’ll forgive me. I couldn’t risk either Laharl or Flonne knowing about it early, or we would run the risk of their bond be formed artificially instead of naturally. We didn’t any pressure to damage the progression.”

“I understand. I knew I shouldn’t have doubted your true intentions.”

“Pardon me mister, but it’s clear that you’re more than who you lead on to be. Would you mind telling me who you are?”

“Hmhmhmmm...I suppose there’s no use hiding it now.”

“...”

“Y-You’re...”

“Daddy?!”

“Take great care of the Netherworld you two.”

“Of course! You can count us!”

“R-Right! We’ll keep the Netherworld safe no matter what!”

“Farewell everyone! Haaaahahahaaaaa!” -he bows and his spirit floats away-

Things tend to wrap up like it does in the original timeline, with Laharl making peace with Lamington, everyone returning to the Netherworld, Gordon, Jennifer, Thursday, and Kurtis taking off to defend the galaxy,

and Flonne becoming a teacher in the Netherworld, which is something I’m surprised hasn’t been touched on in the normal timeline. And after one of her classes ends, this happens...

“Come on big brother, what are you waiting for? She’s right there.”

“Y-Yeah, but what if she’s getting ready for another class soon?”

“I’ve seen her schedule. That was her last class for the day.”

“Why do you know that?”

“The better question is, why are YOU backing out at this great opportunity?”

“I’m not backing out!”

“Oh, you should be fine then.” -shoves him in the classroom- “Good luck Prince!”

Gwen: “I believe in you my son!”

Sicily: “I know you can do it Big Brother!”

“When I get out of here, I’m going to-”

“Oh, Sir Laharl! What brings you by?”

-!!- “Uh, nothing really. I was just...”

“Say, are you busy later today?”

“Not really. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you could...uh...”

“Do you need me to help Sicily feed the prinnies? That’s okay, I don’t mind.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just...I..”

“Just go on a date with me, okay dammit?!”

“...”

“W-Wait, that came out wrong! Let me try a-”

“Sir Laharl! Of course I’ll go out with you!”

“He...hehe...

“Haaaahahahahahaaaaaaa!”

Welp, that’s the end folks. I hope you enjoyed watching it as much as I did making it...is what I WOULD say if there’s one small thing. You see, in the Disgaea timeline theory post I made, I pointed out that pretty much all of the bonus battles are considered either non-canon to the overall story, or just them fighting off different versions of said character. That is, except for one...

Tyrant Overlord Baal. That’s right, we’re postgaming this story! Tyrant Baal is coming back and it’s going to take more than an overlord to deal with this guy. Here’s the thing. I am open to suggestions on who the bonus characters would be. It’s not going to be a poll, just let me know who you want me to add and I’ll consider it as long as it’s anyone from the NIS series, except anyone from the following titles:

1. Disgaea 2 (Except maybe 14 year old Adell) 2. Disgaea 4 (Except maybe Tyrant Valvatorez) 3. Disgaea 5 4. Disgaea D2 (Sicily doesn’t count)

So, tune in for next time where our heroes take on what could possibly be the greatest challenge of their lives!))

#the mun has spoken #what if #disgaea

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lawrencegarte · 2 years

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got tagged in a challenge train by @maverik6464 >:) spell ur url with song titles let’s gooooooooo (i don’t use spotify so i’m just gonna pull these from my brain and/or apple music library)

g - get down — from six the musical

a - a little fall of rain — from les miserables

y - you’re welcome — from moana

n - nobody — mitski

o - o death — jen titus

r - replay — lady gaga

m - mississippi — the chicks

a - alone — heart

n - no way — from six the musical

j - joke’s on you — charlotte lawrence

a - applause — lady gaga

y - your song — elton john

d - ddu-du ddu-du — blackpink

e - ev’rybody wants to be a cat — from the aristocats

n - never be me — miley cyrus

ta-daaaaaaaaaa :) if u wanna do this just say i tagged u okay bye 🙈

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nalusansy123 · 6 years

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TA-DAAAAAAAAAA!!!!~ My OC based on my salty ass mom as i promised I decided to give the cup boys a mom due to my mom's protective attitude towards them. I suck at names to fill free to give me some ideas. I hope you guys like it

#cuphead #oc #my oc art #cuphead dont deal with the devil #cuphead doodle #i suck with names #mugman #my mom is the best #based on my life #teapot

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shi-kries · 7 years

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Ta-DAAAAAAAAAA~ 🎵

//since ignis appearance i had a feeling that he’d prob be good friends with our lil carrot and then he pulled off that jyan jyan jyaaaan and i had to doodle them together

#遊戯王 #遊戯王vrains #遊戯王zexal #yugioh vrains #vrains #vector zexal #yugioh zexal #ignis (vrains)#yugioh #ygo #fan art #shi-kries art

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whenimgoodandready · 7 years

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✳SVTFOE,Behind the Scenes of “The Battle for Mewni” Part 2

(Star is shown around the make-up area)

“Hey! Starlings! It’s me again! So guess what!? I just found a certain someone on set!” (she jogs towards the end of the make-up area as she faces the camera) “He’s one of the characters on the show and he just finished shooting his scene!” (she pans the video toward the end of the make-up area and we see Toffee dressed in his armor leaning against the vanity mirror brushing something off his eyebrow. Star does her sing song voice) “Ta-daaaaaaaaaa!”

(as Star says that Toffee is startled and places his hand over his chest as Star laughs. Toffee looks stern)

“Star! What are you doing!?”

“I just thought it be cool if the fans saw a behind the scenes look at our TV movie we’re shooting and a chat with their favorite characters!”

“Star! (whispers) “We’re not supposed to give away spoilers! Daron strictly told us to not give away too much information. And here you are parading about like some kind of tourist exposing everything!”

“Oh, relax, I’m only being vague about it! And besides, the fans are smart (Toffee rolls his eyes) they get every lick of information they can!”

“Star!” (Toffee face palms)

“Tell them about the TV movie!”

(Toffee uncovers his face) “What?”

“Tell them the plot of the TV movie!”

“Star, I told you, I’m.not.giving.away.spoilers!”

“Oh, c'mon! They already saw the promo, so just, give them the basics!”

(Toffee leans towards the vanity mirror looking down) “I don’t know”

(sweetly) “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase!

(Toffee sighs) “Alright, fine” (he sits down on the vanity chair)

(Star squees)

Toffee:(clears his throat) So, basically, Star has heard from her mother that Toffee (points to himself quickly) me (laughs), has come back and that she needs to return to Mewni to stop him (Star uses Snapchat on Toffee giving him a flower crown) and he has now possessed Ludo and formed the shard piece of the wand onto the palm of his hand as you’ve probably seen from Season 2 and that he’s now going after Star (quickly points to Star) you (laughs again) for his missing finger (shows his hand, but all five are there still. Star switches the filter to a drag queen make-up look). What we also see, for those who saw the promo, (Star tries to hold back her laugh) is a flashback to Moons youth where she battled Toffee and how they know each other. Now, I’m not gonna say no more on what’s going on, but it’ll be rather interesting and (Star switches the filter again to the dog face with the words “Open Your Mouth” caption) I’m sure you’ll all enjoy it and”-(Star interrupts) “Toffee, open your mouth!”

(Toffee looks confused with the dog face, but does so and a dog tongue opens to lick on the video. Star giggles) “Why are you laughing?”

(Star continues to giggle) “Nothing nothing, continue”

“Look, Star, I can’t say any more on what’s going on, cuz I’ve already said enough and I need to go over my lines and rehearse and-” (Star switches the filter once more to a monochrome background with Toffee wearing reflective sunglasses and Stage the Gemini’s song “Now and Later” plays over him, but Toffee sits still leaving the song to play)

🎶I can be your life saver

Treat me like a jawbreaker

You got 31 flavors, baby

You can get this now and later, now and later

It’s your choice🎶

(Star turns off Snapchat and Toffees face is shown looking unamused for a moment)

Toffee:(dryly) “Are you through?”

(Star laughs in between her words) “I’m sorry, but, it was just, too funny!”

(Toffee sighs and and rests his elbow on the vanity table covering his face. He mutters) “I left Showtime for this!?”

“Oh, c'mon, Toffee, you’re not the only big star here, I’m the protagonist!”

(Toffee uncovers his face) “Star, you do sitcoms, I do dramas! Okay, my show "Dexter”, was about a forensic technician who lived a double life as a serial killer whereas your show, “The Middle”, is about a dysfunctional family"

“Yeah, well, at least my show is still on!”

(Toffee pauses) “Touché”

“Ha! Take that Mr.Golden Globe! FYI, I won the Critics Choice Award for my role!”

(sarcastically) “Oh bravo! A Golden Globe is closer to getting an Oscar than that!”

(sincerely) “Okay, okay, we can go back and forth on this for hours, but let’s focus on our show again, "Star vs. The Forces of Evil”? We all work so hard to make this a great show (Toffee looks ashamed) and we should be thrilled its renowned for a fourth season too! Isn’t that what’s important? So let’s be serious now"

(wholeheartedly) “You’re right, Star, (sighs) we should appreciate what we’re doing for the show, and how the fans show their love and support for it and of course, Daron, I-I mean, she’s the one who made this all happen and she works harder than all of us, so we shouldn’t be childish about this.”

“Right! Let’s be adults here!” (they pause for a moment) “I really like your armor there”

(Toffee smiles) “Thanks”

“Are those your real nipples or is that part of the armor?”

(Star bursts into laughter as Toffee looks angry. He abruptly stands up and points to the exit door screaming) “OUT!”

(the video shakily heads towards the exit door with Star still laughing. She faces the video to herself as as she’s running) “Okay, so Toffee isn’t exactly Mr.Sunshine, in fact! sometimes I hear him complain about how he’s stuck working with a bunch of teenagers!”

(laughs as she stops running and opens the exit door out of the studio. She shields her eyes from the sun with her free hand and we hear cars being driven by, people’s voices in a murmur and seagulls flying overhead. Star takes a deep breath)

“Ah, the smell of the studio lot, the sea breeze and churros! Our studios next to the beach! So sometimes we go down on the pier on break to-”

(Star is interrupted by the sound of a truck pulling in and darts her eyes toward it. We hear it open as a mans voice is heard)

“Okay! Bring it out!” (a goat bleats and Star grins darting her eyes back to the camera)

“Wait ‘til you see what comes next”

(camera turns off)

#svtfoe #the battle for mewni #behind the scenes part 2

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