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peefartress2 · 5 months

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Saffron For CPC Vice President 2022 (fic)

WARNING: dialogue. a lot. and old writing! i didn't revise it but i actually kinda liked this one shot i did years ago... crazy i know.... prompt was frederick joining the cpc i believe? he gets mercilessly found family'd indeed. again this is older so if stuff doesnt match up with canon that is probably why lol

"Oh. Wow, uh, ok. You guys really weren't kidding when you said I could really join the club..." Frederick laughed nervously. He stood awkwardly in the center of CPC members eager to greet him, their way of making up for previous hostility. How did he get there again..?

It felt similar to the first time Frederick met the CPC, except without the false pretenses of course. Gwen offered to bring him to the club for the first time after the whole thing with Whitney- things slowly started to settle into a routine before it was time for the gala, Prez being glad to have some form of order restored. The members of the CPC eventually warmed up to him, and it was almost scary how fast they could go from frightening society-shunning royals to caring in their own way.

Earlier that day, some less-than frequent-members not caught up with the recent events had a briefing on club news, presented by Princess Syrah. Members gathered around the white-blanketed tables, little pastries and teas decorating the surface, courtesy of Curtis.

"So here's the tea-"

"...Can we not call weekly updates 'the tea'?" Saffron looked at Syrah exasperatedly.

"No. Anyways..."

It was that noon when Curtis was able to sneak Frederick and Gwen into the mansion to meet Prez for the HQ tour, avoiding the members before they reintroduced Frederick to everyone.

"Thanks, Curtis!" Prez smiled and waved at the butler, who curtly bowed and exited. "So, hey you two! Ready for your tour?"

"Yup!" exclaimed Gwen. "I don't think I've actually gotten to seen the entirety of this place before, actually, so I'm happy to tag along!"

"Ah- me too, I've really been wondering about the origins of the whole haunted forest thing- were you settlers? Did your ancestors live in this mansion? Why does only half of the mansion look old and the other half new?" Frederick started to ramble.

The club president chuckled at his bright-eyed enthusiasm. "All will be answered in due time, kid." She gave a knowing look to Gwen, as if to say "He asked these questions faster than you as a newcomer."

Thus, the tour ended one the three of them left the mansion through the front doors of the mansion- that's when the shenanigans began to ensue as a small crowd of royals rushed towards them.

"Wow! A Plaid Prince, in person!!"

"What's your curse?"

"Are your brothers here?"

"Uhhh..." Frederick cowered behind Gwen, who waved her hands in a failed attempt to calm everyone down.

"Everyone! Back off!" Saffron stepped in. "Can we ever have a more chill introduction for this guy?"

"Can't blame them." quipped Prez. "Frederick, you're sort of a legend around here."

"Huh? ...For what?" asked Frederick.

"LADIES!" A loud call suddenly pierced through the air, silencing the rapid members. A glint shone off of a pair of bright red lobster claws. "Let's not be hasty, hm?"

"Oh, so you listen to Thermidora, but not me?" sighed Saffron.

The imposing lobster woman approached Frederick, walking through the crowd of Princesses like the parting of the Red Sea. She squinted at the boy, and beckoned at him to come forward from behind Gwen. "There is only but one way to tell if he is a princess like one of us."

"What?" Frederick tilted his head in further confusion. "If that's what this is about, then technically no--?"

"Do you have magic hair?" asked a princess with curtains of shiny hair.

"That cowlicked broom head of his has to count for something." snickered Abbi.

"Magic hands?" Thermidora waved from next to an unimpressed Saffron who's cursed hand shot up.

"He pushed me off a cliff." added Monika nonchalantly. "It counts."

"Do animals talk to you?" Renee wrote on her notebook, as Prez held out her hand for a spier to perch on and whisper something to her. A couple of swans honked and flew around the velvet princess.

"Uh, we have a pet llama-? So I guess?"

"Were you poisoned?" perked up Syrah. "We did try to slip something in your drink, but it was only that one time."

"Wait wha-"

"What about kidnapped or enslaved?" asked Nell from her dark corner.

"Aah! When did you get here??" Frederick shrieked as he turned around.

"Oh! Now here's the hundred-dollar question." interrupted Syrah. "Do people assume all your problems can easily be solved by some magic potion or by just 'doing it'?"

"...Hm. Wait...like..." Visible thought clouded Frederick's face. "...I guess yeah, actually."

"HE IS A PRINCESS!" they all cheered joyously.

"I GIVE UP! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!" exploded Saffron. "Frederick, as a fellow prince and strict follower of the bro code, I feel it absolutely necessary that we go to the pond to arrange some flowers for both our sanities."

Frederick, still at a loss for words, numbly nodded in agreement, and waved goodbye to Gwen as he aimlessly followed Saffron, who watched him fade away into the distance. Gwen smiled a little, softly laughing at what just happened "I barely got to talk to him earlier, but I'm glad he's making friends here." she said.

Prez stood with a hand on her hip, and a proud grin for her fellow club members. "I get exactly what you mean. You've seen how happy Saffron is to not only have one other prince in the club, but two now."

Saffron picked out some bittersweet vines and bluebell flowers, listening intently to Frederick as he worked with the plants. Frederick sat on a nearby bench, simply just admiring some roses and just making small adjustments here and there to a humble floral arrangement.

"I think I get it- so you struggle with people and textbook learning and sports, which are exactly the things your father wants for you?"

"Yeah.. I'm pretty used to it at this point. Honestly, I think it's just everyone else who needs to give up on me. What's the point of pushing it, y'know?"

Frederick had no idea how he came to be voicing his thoughts like this. Usually he just kept it within himself- like with Whitney's meditation, it really helped him internally and Whitney was really respectful about what information he didn't want to tell. And with his brothers, with family, with Gwen... maybe he was getting better at expressing what he felt nowadays. It was just that no one really cared about his real opinion back then, and if he did express his opinion, it would often get him into trouble (see: anything he'd say to his father, Jamie's Wake, again, speaking up to his father, etc.) It was probably something about Saffron's open nature. He really didn't hold back in anything he said.

"Hmm..." Saffron glanced at the little prince with slight concern. "Ok, let me tell you this: I'm sort of the middle child in my family, and I've got a lot of brothers, too. A lot of the stuff I learned was passed on from them- like plants.

"Plants are way better than people, by the way. But part of the reason why I love gardening so much is because of the memories I've made with it. Mostly just the awesome flowers and stuff, but yeah, I guess the memories too." he joked.

"No, you're right." grinned Frederick. "Personally, I think books are better than people, but I respect your opinion."

"Hey, but aren't books... written by people? And made from trees?"

"Well, yeah."

"Yeah."

"...Do you know where you're going with thi-"

"No I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this." Saffron scratched his head.

"Understandable." nodded Frederick. "Uhh... sorry to dump all my weird jumbled up thoughts on you."

"Nah, it's cool. I do it all the time with everyone else, fair enough that I be on the listening end sometimes too."

"Yeah..it just feels so weird being here. I'm pretty sure everyone here is completely crazy, but... sort of in a comforting way." said Frederick with a faraway look in his eyes. He small smile formed on his face. "Don't think I've had this many friends in one place."

"Oh, definitely." chuckled Saffron, patting down fertilized soil in one of the potted plants nearby. "So at home, I'm surrounded by my brothers. But here, I'm surrounded by a bunch of princesses who don't even know my brothers. Just feel sort of out of place sometimes- that or I don't feel like an individual around my brothers- but after being here for a while, I learned we're all misfits in a way. Prez thought she killed a man, Nell was enslaved for years, Thermidora was forced to live in an unfamiliar country where she knows no one, Abbi's body was completely transformed into one of an old and aging woman, and my hand moves in funny ways sometimes... basically all the same, you know?"

Frederick went from furrowing his eyebrows, to a thin smile, to puffing his cheeks in thought, then blowing them out. "Actually? Yeah. That's valid."

"Don't worry, I kid. " he raised his hands up defensively before tending to the garden again. "I wonder if this is how Prez feels, getting to just talk with everyone. Because in that case, I'm absolutely killing it. Still waiting for the day I overthrow Prez, just saying."

Frederick looked up in intrigue. "You've been president?"

"Er- not exactly yet. And I do wanna, which sucks because Prez is too perfect for that role. Literally all of us know her by 'Prez'."

"Why don't you run for Vice President or something? That's a thing, right?"

"Run for Vice President- WAIT."

"Yeah. You could have your leader assemble a Presidential Cabinet if they don't have one already." he stated matter-of-factly.

"You say that like it's the most obvious thing in the world."

"Because it is??"

"Frederick!!! This is groundbreaking!! The solution I've been waiting for!!!" I gotta talk to Prez!" Saffron grinned widely, jumping up and running around to put all the gardening tools away. "Thank you so much!"

"Uh.. yeah, no.. problem?"

"Yo, take this." Saffron quickly shoved a potted plant into Frederick's hands before running off. "As a gift. Good talk, dude!"

"Sure."

Well... that was something, he thought. "Wonder what's gonna happen now."

It was until he looked down at the potted plant.

His vision started to blur around him, only to focus on the small yellow flower in front of him.

The tiniest...

Sunflower...

Oh...oh no... GET IT TOGETHER, BRAIN!! DON'T DROP THE PLANT, DON'T DROP THE PLANT!!! SAFFRON GAVE THIS TO YOU!! Place it down. Calm down. Put down the plant. Down. DOWN. Down...

His heavy breathing increased, even as he kneeled to the floor, hastily placing down the plot. His heart raced. He hated whenever this would happen, when he'd see a sunflower and be reminded of those times again. It's been a while since it happened, too. I thought I'd be ok by now...

He shook his head, finally but slowly turning around to see the harmless plant again.

This time, the sunflower was a gift.

Frederick took a deep breath. He lifted the pot to examine the delicately tough petals of the dwarf sunflower, really getting a good look at it this time.

"Even through all this sun, you still grow, huh?" Frederick murmured to the small sunflower. "...Am I really talking to a plant?...You know what? I think embracing the weirdness here is my best option anyway."

The sunflower really was too pretty to be tied with memories of old school bullies. Maybe it was time to give it some new ones.

#cookie crumbles #cursed princess club #the dialogue is Dialoguing #repost! for funsies #my writing

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brownhairedbookworm · 3 months

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Ch. 2: Snickerdoodle Sunshine

"Hot stuff, comin' through!" Natsuki carries a freshly baked tray of snickerdoodles over to the kitchen table. "Hands off the table, or you're losin' them!"

A very alert Sayori holds her hands above her head, afraid of the wrath of her pink girlfriend. Perhaps even more so than the actual heat of the metal tray. She scoots carefully away from the baker.

Natsuki deftly scoops the cookies onto a proper serving tray. "Double batch of snickerdoodles, for the pleasure of Miss Sayori and her guest, courtesy of La Pâtisserie du Chat!"

"Thanks so much, Nats! I know she's the one that ordered them, but they smell awesome, and I'm gonna finish what she doesn't!" The peachy-haired woman smiles, drumming on her stomach. "I've told you I love your baking, riiiiiiight~?"

"Constantly, but you know I love getting my ego stroked." Natsuki smirks at Sayori, carrying the tray back into the kitchen. She clears her throat, taking a breath before calling out to the further out members of their little brigade. "Oy! Yuri, Monika, hot pan on the stove. Hands off!"

A grunt of confirmation comes from the couch, where Yuri is enraptured in a hefty novel. She most likely won't let herself be in the kitchen, with Natsuki in it. Best to not trip over each other.

"Got it!" Monika comes down the stairs, swinging around the banister. "...Hm, cinnamon...?" The brunette pauses, taking a moment to consider the smells wafting through the air. "Oh! Right, Sayori, you wanted to do the feedism thing, tonight? I guess everything's ready?"

"If you've got comfy clothes on, yep!" Sayori picks up the cookie platter and heads for the couch. She carefully dances around an incoming pair of Kyoho grapes contained within a cream–colored sweater and through the waterfall of violet hair flowing behind them "Excuuuuuuuse me~!"

"You're excused." Yuri passes by Monika and Sayori, heading outside. A bit of evening reading in the sun ought to be nice. And keep her away from the fetish exploration until it's properly her turn. She still needs to plot what she wants to treat Monika to... perhaps something chocolate, to "share"? Hmmm.

"Hm, shorts and a t-shirt. Should be fine!" Monika follows Sayori and the deliciously warm tray of cookies into the living room. She takes a seat as Sayori gestures at her.

"Get that belly ready, Monika, you've got some work to do~!" Sayori kneels in front of Monika and picks one of the warm, fresh cookies off of the stack. "Say 'ahhh~'?"

"Ahh?" Monika opens her mouth.

Sayori gently places the cookie inside and taps the green-eyed woman's chin upward.

Monika can't help but moan at the soft, almost cakey texture of the cookie melting in her mouth. Her eyes drift upward in arousal and appreciation of the flavors.

Sayori giggles. "Cookies are a hit, Nat, good work~!"

"Yeah, I'm not sticking around to hear you two food-fuck. Glad you like my work, but I'm joining Yuri outside." Natsuki comes into the living room to deposit a glass of milk at the side of the cookie platter. "See you!" She flashes her girlfriends a peace sign and makes her way over to the front door.

"Later!" Sayori waves, loading another cookie into Monika's jaws. "Thanks for the milk."

Monika blushes. Sayori's more shameless nature is definitely taking the lead in this interaction. She won't complain, of course. Leading in "the bedroom" isn't really part of her nature. It's a nice break from stress and trying to wrangle people all day.

She looks up into Sayori's mischievous eyes, glinting in the glowing sunset. God, she could lose herself in those chaotic sapphire irises... Not to mention the warm flavors and textures in her mouth.

"Someone's enjoying this, already, huh? You are adorable, when you feel good, Moni~" Sayori runs a newly-freed-from-cookie hand through Monika's hair as she climbs up onto Monika's legs. "I love you~"

And Monika would return the sentiment, were her mouth not full of two half-chewed snickerdoodles. She chews the mass of cookie in her jaws, lost completely in the cinnamon flavor. Natsuki is an absolute wizard with the oven, these cookies are sending her directly to heaven. She loses track of time, just chewing and watching Sayori's eyes. Monika can hardly keep track of how many snickerdoodles have been stuffed into her.

The "cinnamon bun" in her lap feeding the cookies to her is contributing pretty significantly to the loss of time as well! Sayori carefully holds the tray of cookies off to the side of the couch, her free hand rubbing at Monika's somewhat packed stomach. "You're doing so good, Monika. That's ten cookies down. Are you still feeling good?"

"Ooogh..." Monika continues chewing, nodding at Sayori's question. The brunette opens her eyes, looking into Sayori's excited grin. She swallows the cookie in her mouth, taking a moment to breathe. "Milk, please...?" Monika hiccups, resting her hand atop Sayori's as it travels across the bump of her stomach. Ten cookies already, huh? Wow...

"On it~" Sayori's melodic tone bounces into Monika's ear. She sets the cookie tray down and lifts a tall glass to Monika's lips, carefully tilting it backward. "Take it slow~ This is proooobably gonna fill you up a lot, with all the cookies you already ate."

Glug, glug, glug... Monika feels the pressure in her stomach increase almost immediately. After just a few gulps of milk, she groans and has to shut her eyes. "Mmmph..."

Sayori takes that pained grunt as a signal to stop, and she takes the glass away from Monika's lips. She slides down to the floor, keeping her eyes on her girlfriend's rounded belly. "Mmm, all done, for now, Moni~?"

"I think... oooohh, I think so... I am... made of cookies..." Monika hiccups into a belch, and she immediately sags further into the couch with a defeated groan. "S-sorry I couldn't eat them all."

"Moni, you would explode. Natsuki made two dozen of these, and you almost made it through half. That's impressive. And kinda scary, actually, since you usually aren't a big eater like me and her." Sayori reaches up to massage Monika's stomach, hands barely brushing her stuffed lover's skin. "I'm proud of you~"

"...Not the most normal thing I've been praised for..." Monika hiccups again. "Ow..."

"Maybe not, but we're all freaks in this house, right?" Sayori gives Monika a teasing giggle. "Now that you're not gonna get crumbs everywhere, Yuri can't complain about me moving the party up to the bed!" She leans in and kisses Monika's gurgling stomach. "Whenever you think you can move, I'll help you up."

"I don't think I'm moving anywhere for a while, Sayori. I feel like I swallowed a bowling ball..." Monika winces as a particularly loud groan sounds from her stomach. "Ow ow ow... ooooh, I think we went too far..."

"Maybe I should have tried to pour the milk into you a little slower..." Sayori clicks her tongue. "Mm, learning experience, I guess? Ehehe..."

"For both of us... Ungh, I... I feel sick, but... a-also, uh..." Monika's cheeks dust a bit red.

"Ohohoho~? I guess we're learning a bunch, today!" Sayori licks her lips, leaning into Monika's stomach gently and rubbing her sides. "Is my Moni feeling a little... flustered and stuffed~?"

"Feeling... something." She burps, covering her mouth. A groan rolls off of her tongue as her body continues to lay limp in her seat. "Brain's... a little soupy..."

"I guess I'll have to help you with those feelings, won't I?" Sayori stands up, taking Monika's arms with her. "Come on, on your feet~ Let's get to bed so I can rub down that tummy!"

Monika carefully follows Sayori's tugging and guiding, eventually coming to lean on her shoulder. They shuffle slowly to the staircase and begin climbing, Monika's stomach loudly protesting each step.

The arduous trek up to the bedroom ends with Sayori bumping the door open with her plump rear, and Monika carefully being rolled up onto the bed. Sayori lays Monika out flat with her head resting on a pillow.

Time for the good part~! Sayori giggles and climbs up on top of Monika's legs. "Come to mama~!" Her fingers dance in the air and slowly descend upon their prey... a properly packed Monika tummy!

And, it makes the most adorable sounds when poked! Sayori begins to gently massage Monika's stomach, to her personal delight and Monika's moaning relief. She starts humming to herself, carrying a tune somewhere between the notes of digestion and Monika's whimpering.

"...God, this is so hot." Sayori carefully lays herself down at Monika's side, giving her a quick smooch. Her hands continue working across the woman's taut belly. "You did such a good job, for your first time, Monika. I'm proud of your tummy!" She gives Monika's gurgling middle a playful smack.

"Owwwwwww, Sayori, fuck..." Monika winces and clutches the bottom of her gurgling stomach. "Gentle... pl-URP- please."

"Sorry! Ehehe, got a little excited..." Sayori kisses Monika's cheek, again. "...So. How do you feel? Aside from 'stuffed to the gills' and 'sleepy'?"

"Mmmnn... I... definitely a little HIC horny? But... ooooh, my stomach REALLY doesn't wanna move, after nearly a dozen cookies."

"I'll contain myself. You just rest up, and Nurse Sayori will tend to your guts while you digest!"

And so the massage properly resumes. Sayori digs her fingers gently into the sides of Monika's stomach. Monika sighs softly as her eyes flutter closed. Between fullness and the sensation of Sayori being so close, she's more relaxed than she's been in a few days. Sleep takes her soon after Sayori begins, leaving a mildly frustrated feeder behind.

"Haaaa..." Sayori sighs in frustration. "I knew I should've expected her to fall asleep after her first session. But now I'm all worked up!" She huffs her way back down the stairs. It is time to inflict her wrath upon the innocent!

Or at least get one of the other girls into a shower with her. She can decide when she opens the front door.

#drabble #VeDoKeYoSk

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devouring-hive · 3 months

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Given there is only a slight pause from Sayori's snacking, it must mean she's pretty used to the teleporting by now. How lovely, those implications.

"Mmmph? Oh, ummm, right! I wanna say when I'm ready, Moni!" She wiggles on the bed, trying to keep her own dominance over Monika sharp and fresh. "Mmmm, I've decided I'm ready, so yes we're ready! Have at us, 'Suki, we're ready for yoooooou~!"

"Jeez. What am I supposed to do with that, now?~" Natsuki giggles girlishly- It reminds her more like a child being reminded of their lines mid-play than anything remotely as sexual as it's supposed to be. Nonetheless, Natsuki climbs up onto the bed as well- Continuing to play along.

Her bust grows buxom, her hips wide- Her hair lengthens and her eyes glint with internal light that defies the dim. "I suppose the only thing I can do, will have to do."

"Push her down, 'Yori- I'm sure you're heavy enough to keep her down too, so I'm not gonna ask anything other than that for now."

#[ic]#[asks]#[aubrey]

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agooberscanons · 5 months

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"Mmmm~" Monika lays her head on Sayori's... That neck's looking mighty unprotected!

"Mmmm...~?" A small glint in her eyes as the neurons fire in her head.

"Ahhmmnn~." Chomp~!

#someheartlesslady #brownhairdbookworm #monika #sayori #silliness #shenanigans #cuddlebugs #ask thread

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bangsgirlsphotos · 1 year

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Monika [Codename: Glint] from Spy Classroom!

The most skilled of the Lamplight Students, she’s a bit arrogant about her skills.

(screenshots from episode 1 @08:40; episode 2 @21:32; episode 3 @07:06; episode 4 @01:28, 01:54; episode 5 @02:55, 13:24, and 16:39 anidb fanwiki)

#half-bangs girl #light novel #manga #anime #Spy Classroom

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justalonelybitch · 2 years

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Hey can you do a swf x reader like maybe the reader is in one of the opposite teams and r and swf have to battle against each other

I hope you like it! It was a bit rushed, because I'm trying to get as much done as I can before I get busy again.

Street Woman Fighter x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Slightly suggestive

Word Count: 1.12k

Buy me a coffee :)

Monika:

She actually called you out for a one-on-one no respect battle with a playful glint in her eyes. It was shocking to say the least, but once you guys got started it ended up being a battle of teasing.

All of the questions and nerves you had completely faded away as soon as she looked at you and gave you a reassuring nod. She made sure to keep it playful and not take it too far, as she didn’t want to cross a line.

Once it was over and ultimately decided that she won, she made sure to hug you and justify her reason for picking you as an opponent. “I didn’t pick Y/n cause I lack respect for her, it was in fact the opposite.” She spoke calmly into the mic.

“I’m glad I had the chance to battle with you Y/n, it was very enjoyable,” She smiled towards you.

Rihey:

When it was announced that CocoaNButter would be battling it out with WayB to survive, she kept her stoic expression. She came here with her team and she wasn’t going to let them down, even if that meant competing against you.

She watched as you danced passionately, desperately trying to show the judges all that you could. Though she could tell by that look in your eyes that you weren’t enjoying this anymore than she was. When it was her turn she gave it her all, no matter how much it hurt.

Once it was announced that WayB would be going home, the atmosphere changed into a more sorrowful one. Seeing the dejected look on your face is what finally broke her. Rihey abruptly wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her and whispering comforting words in your ear.

“I’m sorry it had to be like this.”

Rian:

Pouty baby #1. As soon as it was revealed that Lachica and WANT were to battle she was so sad. While they were practising she couldn’t wipe the frown off of her face, making her the most quiet she’d been in a long time.

Entering the ring and seeing you standing in the opposite corner looking just as sad, she couldn’t resist the urge to run over and hug you. Unfortunately for both of you, her teammates pulled her back, reminding her of the several cameras watching their every move.

What hurt the most was seeing how you still encouraged her even whole being on the opposing team. Even when it was announced that you’d lost, tears streamed down your cheeks, yet the smile still remained.

At this point she didn’t care about the damn cameras and rushed into your awaiting arms. You chuckled lightly at how tightly she hugged you, refusing to let go and hiding her face in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t want you to go,” she whined. “Don’t worry, I’ll still cheer for you,” you smiled.

Noze:

Pouty baby #2. This girl is so cute, as soon as she heard the battle announcement she wanted to cry. You on the other hand, as a member of CocoaNButter kept a more impassive facial expression. But to her, your eyes said it all, showing your masked feelings.

Neither of you wanted the other to leave the show, knowing how hard you two had worked to get there. In between scenes you managed to edge closer and closer to each other, having a silent conversation of lingering touches.

In the end you both agreed to put your best efforts forward, letting fate be the decider. After the battle was over she consoled her team, doing her best as a leader to keep their spirits high. While knowing in the back of her head that she would see you later in your shared apartment.

It’s safe to say that there was lots of cuddling and comfort that night.

Loa:

You two always danced around your home together, often indulging in mini battles. So it was expected that she picked you for the no respect battle, playfully teasing you as she did so. This only made you more confident, both sporting a smug expression as you made your way to the middle.

As soon as the music started she started dancing, provoking you as she got up in your face. It went back and forth like this during the majority of your battle. When the time came for the judges to pick, all of them agreed that it was a tie and that they wanted to see more of you two.

So when the familiar song started to play, you two both rushed to the centre. Living together meant that some of your moves were bound to resemble the others, earning lots of cheers from the audience.

In one particular moment Loa took the opportunity to pull you closer by your shirt, leaving your faces mere inches apart. She leaned in and pressed a provocative kiss to your cheek, leaving you too flustered to do anything.

That definitely one the judges over, but everyone got a good laugh at your bright red face, even your teammates.

Rozalin:

Rozalin was surprised when you had called her out for an individual battle, more so when she saw the smirk on your face. Not wanting to disappoint her team, when a sensual song started she instantly started moving her body to the beat.

This had your eyes widening and all previous confidence long forgotten, as you gulped watching her move. A smug look made its way onto her face as she saw this, happy to know she had you wrapped around her finger.

When the battle was over Rozalin pulled you into an innocent hug, at least that’s what it looked like to everyone else. She leaned down to your level, breathlessly whispering in your ear. What she said made you tense in her hold, your eyes widening even further than they had before.

“Just wait until we get home tonight.”

Leejung:

The mischievous look in her eye as she called you out for a one-on-one battle… You were unsure at first, but when she started teasing you with her dance moves it only fuelled the fire inside you.

When your turn came your body flowed effortlessly with the music, taking the chance to get closer to her. Once you came face-to-face Leejung took the infamous bucket head from her head, tugging it down on yours and pinching your cheeks.

This left you incredibly flustered, as you tried to recover, but it seemed there was nothing you could do. Which led to Leejung smiling victoriously as she won the battle, going over to hug your pouting self.

“Keep the hat, it suits you,” She said into the microphone, only flustering you further.

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A/N: Which one was your favourite?

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fragilevixenfic · 3 years

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The Darker Side of Love

Rating: M

Category: Angst/Post En Ami/Smut/Angry Sex

Summary: Mulder does not want to talk but he does not want Scully to leave, either.

“Betrayal stings in a bitter way but regret leaves an even bigger hole in a heart.” – Unknown

Edited/expanded from a piece written during Vicky’s (@frangipanidownunder on Tumblr) workshop focusing on specific words, tone, and mood to create a scene. Thank you for the fabulous beta work, Monika (@monikafilefan) and Kasey (@slippinmickeys). I’m eternally grateful for your insights.

I cannot let you burn me up,

Nor can I resist you.

No mere human can stand in a fire

And not be consumed.

-A.S. Byatt (Possession)

10:00 PM

Mulder had ignored Scully in the drive back from the empty offices, steadfast in keeping his eyes forward as she stared out the window. The expectation of an argument had gone flying by like so many drops of rain in the wind and renewed the dull ache in her heart as he drove right past her exit, opting for his own. Despite the anger written on his face, he wanted her next to him. He squeezed her hand only once before going upstairs and it felt more like pity than love. She pushed the emotions a little further down and stood in the doorway, watching him as he paced. Watching him as the pieces of his psyche finally began to crumble before her like a castle in the sand as the surf finally came to wash it away.

What have I done?

Scully held her palm to her lips as she stared at the physical representation of her failure; the manila folder Mulder onto the table and let every piece of paper fly across the lacquer top. They scattered onto the floor like so many hopes and dreams. They were now nothing more than nightmares manifested as Mulder tossed the disk onto the center of the mess, the glints of light reflecting darts of light across the ceiling, and heaved a heavy sigh as he sank against the cushions. She didn’t need the reminder of her self-inflicted catastrophe but he was providing it for her in the form of a massive printout of empty promises. There was already an ache in her belly and a lump up in her throat, and she swallowed the last of her nerves as she held a breath in. She wanted to be numb and run, but every nerve seared and tingled, pushing her to stay.

The leather squeaked and his eyes found hers but words wouldn’t come, like a punishment. His fingers twitched and knuckles went white as he squeezed air; it sent a chill down her back as she imagined who he was picturing on the other end of his fists. Something was burning behind those flecks of jagged gold and green that Scully didn’t want to decipher. Her tongue clicked the roof of her mouth as her eyes zoned out on the low, erratic bubbling of the fish tank. It was worse than any lecture and the wretchedness had already been doing the trick to her pneuma as she stared at the carnage of paperwork in front of him.

“Just say something,” Scully bit down hard enough on the corner of her lip that the taste went tinny and the first tear betrayed any hope of calm, coaxing a breathy sigh from Mulder.

Request not met. He’d set up camp in another non-committal night of no communication and anxiety; enough to make her blood pressure spike and make her cheeks go hot. Stalemate. Scully’s white flag went up as she felt the door staring at her back, willing her to just walk away and surrender. She teetered in her heels and grasped the molding as she heard the snap and skitter of his belt before her eyes could register the motion. Her gasp rivaled any sound Scully had ever made but it didn’t persuade more than a tilt of the head from Mulder. He leaned back as the sweat gathered along his brow. She recognized the distinct ember of change brewing beneath his lashes as he stared up at her.

“I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think,” Mulder tossed the belt onto the finished surface with a resounding thud and pushed his fingers into the cushions, desperation in his eyes. “Not tonight.”

“Then what do you want?” Scully held her breath and took a step closer, letting his eyes set fire to her soul as he tilted his head to look at her. “Do you want me to leave? Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know,” Mulder shook his head and stood, moving past her like a tornado with his fingers wound through his hair. “No.”

The disappointment in his voice was killing her as she backed up until the curve of her spine touched the wall, watching his jaw clench and his eyes narrow toward the floor. He paced for a long, agonizing moment. The silence was deafening, maddening, claustrophobic, and the pressure against Scully’s back only added to the suffocation as the oxygen refused to leave her lungs. Her exhale came out in a rasp and a whimper, tugging his focus until he was peering into her embodiment, bulldozing the remainder of the barrier she had built to keep the emotions in check. Composure evaporated as she let her tears fall; the unmentioned ardor sweeping down her cheeks as she bit down on the edge of her lip.

Scully ran her palm along her chin, capturing the stray droplets as the word came out despite every effort not to say it. “Please…”

Mulder diminished the distance, enfolding Scully’s frame in his arms, he pressed his fingers against the small of her back and dragged the fabric of her long-sleeved, high neck top up. Scully breathed toward the ceiling as Mulder freed her from the confines of her top, pulling it up and over her head before discarding it in the direction of the couch. Mulder knelt, guiding her out of her shoes and undoing the button and zipper on her slacks, exposing the pale curvature of her hips and legs along with a matched set of pale blue undergarments. He looked up at her from her waistline as he leaned in and set his teeth against her skin until she twitched under his grip. A moan pushed her lips apart.

“I can’t…” Mulder manhandled her, gripped her backside as he stood and thrust his pelvis against her as her arms wrapped around his neck. “I need…”

“I know,” Scully couldn’t have been more aware of Mulder’s magnetism as she hiked her knee around his hip and felt the sting of the mahogany trim as it struck her shoulder blades.

Scully didn’t want soft and slow and she knew neither did he, as his erection uncomfortably pressed against the remaining layers of clothing between them, inviting her warmth as her inner thighs quivered just enough to make his eyes roll back. Mulder thrust again and the punctuated cry was marked by the involuntary tightening of her fingers through his hair. The swirling of energy nearly toppled him over. Mulder let her feet touch the floor and looked down at her small, capable hands as they undid his jeans and pushed them down toward his knees before sweeping the soft material of his sweater up and away from his torso. He stopped to gaze at her and sighed into the drafty apartment at the delicate beauty that he had become so enamored with; exasperation, however, had become a prevalent frame of mind.

The pause was short lived as Mulder let his motions become frenetic and haphazard. He shed the last layers of cotton blends away from alabaster and blush before wrapping his arms around her waist. Scully held onto the wall as his thighs pushed against her, slowly sliding his cock past her slick folds until he had filled her completely. Mulder craved her proximity as he guided her legs a little higher, reveling in the electric heat as his unrelenting thrusts picked up speed. The intensity continued to build until it finally vibrated both framed pieces of artwork off the wall. On an ordinary day, the thudding of their frames hitting the floor might’ve been enough to stop every thrust that Mulder had made…but not tonight.

“Do you even understand…” Mulder’s voice came out in a growl, the sweat dripping down his temples as he locked gazes with hers and pinned her wrists above her head, bottom lip trembling with every syllable. “At all?”

“I had to try,” Scully’s fingernails were wreaking havoc on his shoulders, leaving blistering marks as she held onto him and felt the weight of his anger, his frustration, his unyielding passion as it bruised her backside with every grind of his pelvis into hers. “I couldn’t…not…try.”

“I don’t know what I would’ve done,” Mulder had tears down his face, betraying the gruffness he was desperate to convey as he moved a little slower, bucking his hips just enough to coax a throaty moan from her. “If anything bad…had happened.”

“I know…Goddammit, I know,” Scully’s fingers moved to his cheek, reclaiming his tenderness as he drove into her again, impulsively, and hopelessly sought possession of her affection, despite never losing it to start with. “I know.”

He didn’t want an apology or a semblance of redemption. He tipped the metaphorical glass and heard his name called to the rafters; he wanted to go back to the moment before the clandestine invaded under the veil of a continuously lit cigarette and a shroud of smoke.

Thanking anyone who cares to peek at this. Tagging @baronessblixen @today-in-fic @reasonandfaithinharmony @dreamingofscully @wtfmulder for the extra love love.

#Angst #post En Ami #x files #fanfic #x files fanfic #mulder and scully #smut #angry sex #a year in the making #the longest wait

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Dicentra Scene Concepts

TAGLIST: @chocolatecaramelcappuccino001

For those of you who have no clue what Dicentra is, it's a multi-book series that I plan on creating inspired by Seraph of the End ;) Check out my page to get more info on it, but I've been working on my plot line and concept work for my main arcs and I wanted to release some rough relationship concept ideas I had to gauge reactions.

Let me know what you guys think and if you'd be interested in reading something pertaining to this! Keep in mind, this series is INSPIRED by Seraph of the End meaning that the characters might not be the same as you know them to be.

Character Key:

Mikaela - Mikaela ;)

Amaris - Yuuichiro (the equivalent of Yuu-chan in this series is "Mari", everyone else calls Amaris "Ari")

Epic - new character that isn't in the series

Vitaly - Lacus (he's in love with Epic in this series and he is fucking confused as to what feelings are)

ENJOY!

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Scene 1 - Epic confronts Vitaly (Lacus) on his feelings for her.

“What do you want from me?”

It comes out in a whisper, the pain and exhaustion evident in Vitaly’s tone that Epic realizes she never once registered.

Her heart heaves.

“Let me ask you one thing. Please, Vita. Just one thing and I’ll leave it alone. We’re friends, aren’t we?” She swears, trying to ignore how her chest aches with each word leaving her mouth.

How the hell did it get to this point?

The purple-haired man before her sucks in a deep breath, but refuses to meet her eyes.

“I can’t promise you an answer.”

Epic bit down hard on her lip, studying him closely. Seeing him so serious, so pained and fearful… It's unnerving.

“Just let me try.”

She calmly waits for his response, and when he finally gives her a small nod, she begins to collect her thoughts silently. Glancing down at his hands gently resting on her waist, she can’t help but silently admire how close he’s allowed himself to stand with her as they slowly dance along the floor. Despite their heavy conversation, to anyone else, they would just seem like a couple enjoying their night.

I wonder if he’ll hold me like this again…

“What do you feel for me right now?”

“I can’t answer that.” Vitaly speaks immediately, like the very mention of his feelings centering her is a confidential subject that no one but himself is allowed access to.

It takes every fiber of her self control to fight down a whimper.

Scene 2 - Mika believes Ari loves Shinoa, so he tries to distance himself by being with other girls

“I’m your family, aren't I? So you don’t need them! I should be the only one in your life! Why would you want them when you have me? Am I… am I not good enough?”

“Mari,” Mikaela starts softly, his heart cracking from the look in the raven’s eyes alone. “I don’t think you understand… It’s different. I can’t use you like I use them.”

I can’t use your emotions as a toy…

“I don’t care what it is!” Amaris sobs, squeezing his eyes shut. His fists tremble by his sides and for a moment, Mikaela braces himself for a hit. “You can use me for it! I love you, Mika!”

Mikaela freezes.

Time stops.

The world pauses spinning on its axis.

He didn’t just say that… did he?

The blond’s heart thuds painfully against his chest. Amaris rarely ever cries and he usually only does when he’s scared of losing something that means everything to him. So perhaps he does mean it?

No, his shattered mind refuses to believe it… But his self control had already been shattered the moment those three words left his mouth.

“You have no idea what you just asked for.”

Mikaela barely managed to push out the words before his lips met Amaris’s in an explosive fury. They melded together like the blond’s life depended on it. One of his hands pressed Amaris to himself while the other tangled itself in his soft, raven locks. Amaris held stiff as a board, letting out choked sounds as he attempted to pull out of Mikaela’s death grip. Every inch of the blond’s being burned as he finally yanked himself away from the subject of his affections, no longer managing to hold back his tears.

Even after saying all that… Amaris still didn’t kiss back.

“S-See?” Mikaela chokes, placing plenty of distance between his burning throat and the stunned Amaris. “S-So you don’t want something like that from me. J-just leave me alone, Mari.”

Mikaela turns to make his leave when a cold hand suddenly grips his wrist desperately. His eyes grew wide, a chill racing up his spine. He doesn’t even need to ask to know exactly who it belongs to.

But why is he stopping me?

Mikaela wants to jerk his hand away, but he can’t. Fear paralyzes him. He wants to look up and glare at Amaris, curse at him, yell at him, something. But Amaris’s one simple action renders him powerless.

“Mika… please, look at me.” No. “Please. It’s okay. I’m begging you, just look at me.”

I can’t.

Amaris slowly draws his arms around Mikaela, making it clear that he holds no intentions of letting go until his wish is fulfilled. Mikaela closes his eyes in misery, tears dripping uselessly onto the floor beneath their trembling bodies.

I hate myself.

Scene 3 - Epic and Vitaly's first meeting (Essie and Monika are characters to be discovered later on)

“I was right… you’re in here!”

A shocked yelp escapes Epic’s lips as the doors slam open, revealing the lean purple-haired lamia she’s been running from. Epic snarls at him, trying to ignore the way her knees betray her, trembling in the armor from her fright. She glances down at her hands, curling them into fists with the lack of her axe.

You have no weapon, meaning you can’t access Monika. In a fight between brute strength, you stand no chance against him.

You can’t rely on Essie. We have no idea what she’s capable of.

Even if you tried to run, it would be no use. You could try to take his weapon, but you can’t even figure out how to use the damn thing.

So what can you do?

“I found you! So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

The female backs up until her posterior hits the wall, watching the lamia before her closely. She slowly glances around the room, searching frantically for any other means of escape.

“There’s nowhere to run, kitten. I’ve got you cornered.” He practically purrs, enjoying the hopelessness beginning to flit across her orbs. He slowly began to approach Epic, his bow flexing with every movement. A frightened look flashes across her face as she tries to take another step back only to remember she has nowhere else to go. A playful smirk pulls the corners of his lips upward, crimson gaze looking at her trembling form like a cat to a mouse.

“How cute,” he muses. “That’s an adorable expression.”

One of complete, unshuttered fear.

As he advances, Epic steps to the side in an attempt to create some distance, only to stumble and fall onto the mattress beneath her feet. Before she even has a chance to sit back up, the purple-haired lamia slams her wrists back down onto the bed. His knee sinks into the mattress as he hovers above her, face dangerously too close for comfort. Epic’s breath hitches.

This is the first time she’s managed to get a good look at him. She hasn’t ever really paid attention to any of the lamia before, but now…

Glowing crimson orbs with dark lashes adorned his porcelain complexion, lips stretched into an attractive smirk that seemed to be tattooed onto his face. Medium length, vibrant purple hair fell from his head. The stray strands that weren’t secured to the back of scalp framed his cheeks elegantly with one side just a little shorter than the other.

A faint blush rose to her cheeks against her will.

Damn. Why does he have to be so handsome?

“Let go of me, you bastard!” Epic writhed beneath him as a last resort, trying desperately to thrash out of his grip through force. She instantly stopped, however, when he suddenly squeezed her wrists with warning, eliciting a whimper from her throat. His eyes narrow.

“Watch it. I’ll break your wrists.”

His threat silences her. She’s not risking any more injury to her person. She stays quiet, but forces herself to stare directly into his eyes.

If he’s going to kill me, then he’s going to watch me every second of it.

He tsked. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? Don’t find too many like you nowadays. No wonder everyone’s so intrigued by you. Aren’t you even going to bother asking my name after making me chase after you all day?” Epic stays silent until he releases a borderline-annoyed sigh. “Ah! You’re no fun! I’m Vitaly.”

Epic’s brows furrow. Vitaly. What a gorgeous name…

For such a horrendous person.

“Vita…” He hears her mumble, repeating the name back. He smiles, but it’s full of nothing but malice.

“Yes, kitten? Well, what’s your name? It’s rather rude if you don’t extend the same courtesy.”

Epic grits her teeth. “Don’t play games with me. You clearly know who I am.”

Vitaly smirks triumphantly. “Ah, there’s that attitude! True, I know who you are. But I’d much rather hear it from you.”

“...Epic.”

“Hm, Epic? Cute name.” Knowing she wouldn’t resist much more, Vitaly releases one of her wrists to gently caress her cheek. Epic flinches in response.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be afraid of me…” He sings, orbs emitting a mischievous glint. “I’m not going to hurt you…”

Epic freezes.

He’s not?

Scene 4 - teasers of Epic and Kerenza (Akane) moments ;)

Fluff...

“My dearest Kerenza!” Epic dramatically bowed before the redhead, holding out her hand. “Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

A dark blush coated Kerenza’s cheeks, heart thudding rapidly against her chest. A slow smile spread along her lips as she nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She gently placed her hand in Epic’s.

“I’d love to marry you, Epic.”

Now it’s Epic’s turn to blush.

Bittersweet...

“Promise me.”

“Epic-”

“Promise. Me.” Epic slowly turned to face Kerenza, a look of absolute heartbreak written in her irises.

“Please.”

Kerenza pressed her lips into a thin line, before offering the whitenette a soft smile.

"I promise, Epic. We'll get out of here together."

...Well...

Epic tightened her grip on the bleeding girl in her arms, sobbing with each slip of life she felt leave her with every passing second.

“R-Renza, come on, stay with me.” Epic pleaded brokenly.

This has to be a dream.

God, please. PLEASE. Let me wake up. Let us wake up cuddled up together in that rickety attic once more. Let me know those old floorboards and cooking dinner by her side. Let me know fighting for our lives together.

Let me see her smile again.

Through the tears blurring her vision, Epic wasn’t able to see the redhead as she slowly strains her head up to be eye level with the albino.

By the time Epic blinked her tears to roll down her cheeks, all she could see was the loving hazel orbs of her best friend. Using the last threads of strength within her, Kerenza leaned in closer to her.

A sob ripped through Epic’s lungs just before Kerenza’s lips met hers.

Scene 5 - Ari wants Mika to marry him

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely turn you back into a human, Mika.”

“You make everything sound so easy, but you should be thinking about your future rather than mine, Mari! Unlike me, you and Epic still have one…”

“Of course you have a future,” Amaris counters after a short minute of silence. Mikaela curiously meets his gaze, waiting for him to elaborate.

However, what he says next is something the blond could never have prepared himself for.

“Me.”

“...What?” Mikaela finds his mouth to suddenly be full of cotton, completely caught off guard. Memories of the time Amaris begged the blond to marry him flash through his mind, but that could have been nothing more than a desperate plea to get him to stay. He’s probably already changed his mind…

“Will you marry me, Mika?”

Mikaela’s heart stops.

The question leaves his lips in an uncharacteristically soft voice. Amaris watches closely as Mikaela quickly lifts his head from his chest, looking at him with a beyond surprised expression.

“W-What? Why?!” Is all he can manage to gasp, trying his best to contain the blush clearly adorning his cheeks. Amaris can’t help smiling at his adorable attempts to keep his composure. The proposal’s making him flustered in the cutest way.

“Why not?” He tilts his head to the side in confusion, adoring gaze never once wavering from Mikaela, only making him even more flustered.

“Because i-it’s not something you just randomly ask! When did y-you even think of that idea?”

“Well, before it was when you were threatening to leave me. But I just thought of it now too, and you never gave me your answer.”

Mikaela stares down in complete disbelief at his best friend. Not because of his spontaneity, but because of his absolute sureness. What makes him know for absolute certain that Mikaela is the one?

How can he be so sure that he wants Mikaela instead of someone else?

How can he love a monster?

Regardless, the blond can’t deny his pounding heart, reaching out to Amaris’s. The complete urge he feels to say yes. It’s not like it’s the craziest idea in the world after all, and more importantly…

He would have said yes the first time around.

“I love you, Mika.”

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So... what do you think? ;)

🤍 a.a.

#mikayuu #dicentra #seraph of the end #seraph of the gay #owari no seraph #owari no straights #yuumika #mika x yuu #yuu x mika #original creation #scene concepts #fluff #angst #akane iida #akane #yuichiro hyakuya #mikaela hyakuya

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BLOGTOBER 10/27/2020: THE CURSE OF CATTOBER pt 3 - THE CORPSE GRINDERS

Ted V. Mikel's notorious sickie THE CORPSE GRINDERS is one of a few movies that has become symbolic of my whole journey with psychotronic cinema. Today, I would understand exactly what kind of movie this is, even if I had not seen this exact item: An exploitation movie in the truest sense, just as infamous for its grossout premise as it is for its extraordinary cheapness, delivering all of the moral turpitude and almost none of the over the top effects promised by its attention-grabbing key art--or its dumbfounding title. But when I was a kid, I seriously wondered about these films; worried about them, even.

I wasn't allowed to watch anything that smacked of bad taste, but I still managed to build up a vivid awareness that there were movies out there about forms of perversion and evil that I could never imagine, made by freaks of the highest order. I would hunch nervously over the horror rack at our local mom & pop video mart, earning me the nickname Igor from the amused heshers behind the register, while my parents went through the motions of renting me LABYRINTH for a eight zillionth time. I was allowed to buy exactly one copy of Fangoria (the December 1990 issue featuring LEATHERFACE) before my mother reneged on this gesture of tolerance, but I was allowed to read most anything I wanted--my intellectual hippie folks wouldn't dream of censuring the written word--and I spent many hours, nay years, poring over the Re/Search book of Incredibly Strange Films. This helped create a kind of cinema of the mind for me, in which I tried my best to realize what the movies discussed in the book could possibly be like in real life. The book's detailed descriptions of pictures like SPIDER BABY, THE WIZARD OF GORE, SHE-FREAK, THE UNDERTAKER AND HIS PALS, etc were stimulating in some ways, and only added to my confusion in others. Without seeing them up close, it was hard to make sense of their combination of laughable cheapness, unfunny comedy, and genuinely sickening crimes against human dignity. What these movies are like, is something you can only find out for yourself.

Having said all that, I'm still going to try to tell you what THE CORPSE GRINDERS is like. We open on the rainswept grounds of the Farewell Acres cemetery, where a jerky-addicted ogre called Caleb (Warren Ball) is extracting freshly interred bodies from the earth, as a gaggle of geese honk savagely from being a wire fence. Caleb's dotty wife Cleo (Ann Noble) argues with Caleb for not-the-last time about how his jerky habit is going to ruin his appetite for the dinner she slops out for her filthy baby doll instead, while Caleb bitches about not being paid by a Mr. Landau for his latest job. What's the job, you ask? Selling corpses to the Lotus Cat Food company, where Landau (Sanford Mitchell) has discovered that human flesh is the secret to his success, having kinda-accidentally fed a difficult shareholder into his cat food grinder. It's hard to say exactly how this has led to such a windfall for Landau, especially since he has to produce the illicit pet food one corpse at a time with his neurotic assistant Maltby (J. Byron Foster, my favorite guy in the movie). I guess I've just never dealt with a cat whose specific addiction is so obvious, so oppressive, even, that it forces me to buy the most expensive cat food on the market. This is what is happening to customers whose cats have fallen under the spell of Lotus, and they pay for it with their very lives because Lotus has given their pets a taste for long pig. Landau struggles to find more sources for his secret ingredient, including a mob hitman, giggly morticians who load the bodies up with "pork-flavored fluid (instead of) formaldehyde", and his own employees--"The world is full of ingredients!" he declares, hopefully. Meanwhile, Doctors Howard Glass (Sean Kenney) and Angie Robinson (Monika Kelly) decide to investigate the recent rash of cat attacks; it's hard to imagine how they're going to get to the bottom of anything, amid many makeout breaks and random changes of clothes, but somebody has to stop all these house cats from devouring the rest of Los Angeles, and it might as well be them.

So that's the plot, but THE CORPSE GRINDERS is still a lot weirder than what I've described. You could be forgiven for wondering whether the movie is supposed to take place in Andy Milligan's version of 19th century London, with Cleo's bizarre insistence on a cockney accent, and Caleb's grumbling about finances involving "pounds" (actually pounds of flesh) in their ramshackle dwelling on the edge of a cardboard-and-styrofoam cemetery. A further Dickensian touch is provided by Landau's one-legged deaf-mute assistant Tessie (Drucilla Hoy), who limps around glumly in a sailor dress and Little Orphan Annie fright wig. If she could talk, she would probably sound like the widow Babcock (Zena Foster), whose husband was the first to go into the grinder, and who speaks in a twittering falsetto that would sound more natural coming out of a sock puppet. All of these community theater touches contrast jarringly with the movie's exploitation nature, which revels in scenes of hardboiled scumbags shaking each other down, of women taking their clothes off for literally no reason at all, and in the suggestion that the gloopy pink paste extruding out of the cat food grinder was once a beautiful girl or a rotting cadaver. The grinder itself is a sight to behold, reminding me at once of something from SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE MARTIANS, and the Wish Squisher invention from the MST3K episode of SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE MARTIANS. The metallic gizmos whirring along its façade glint in the fabulous gelled lights over the production line, optimistically evoking the rich purples and greens of a Mario Bava picture; in a movie that's explicitly about money woes, in a subgenre that's specifically known for its cheapness, it's nice that director Mikels shelled out to add a little extra style to the grinding scenes.

And on that note, I would like to propose, without having much to say about it yet, that some exploitation films are allegories for exploitation filmmaking itself. I don't include all genre movies about money in this category: it's easy to identify many thrillers as being about more general economic conditions that affect us all, including a lot of noir entries. But then there are movies like THE CORPSE GRINDERS, or LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS, or COLOR ME BLOOD RED (or its predecessor A BUCKET OF BLOOD), in which the main character tries to solve his financial woes by committing an utterly dehumanizing crime. In these three examples, there is the revelation that honest work doesn't pay, and that money is only gained through the individual's willingness to exploit sensational imagery and/or decadent sensations to tease, titillate, and even addict the customer. It's hard not to see Landau, Seymour, and Adam Sorg as avatars for Ted Mikels, Roger Corman, and Herschell Gordon Lewis, in their similar quests to prey on the craven appetites of the public, at a minimum cost for a maximum payout. If you have other movies you'd like to add to my list, please feel free to reach out.

All told, it's hard not to like THE CORPSE GRINDERS for its sheer audacity--first, in selling something so meager as a "real movie", and second, for making the movie be about THIS. Also, all of this is significantly enriched when you know a little something about Mikels, a polyamorous eccentric who lived in a castle, whose grounds--and guard geese!--were used for the scenes in Farewell Acres. I'm not even going to try to discuss his prolific exploitation career and personal exploits, because that would be better handled by a longform piece on him specifically. It seems like a few documentaries have attempted the subject, but I don't know whether they're any good. It would be nice if Frank Hennenlotter would give it a try, or someone similarly capable, if there even is such a person. In the meantime, I will contribute the sole piece of information that my own scant research has turned up in preparing for this Blogtober entry: That THE CORPSE GRINDERS was co-written by Arch Hall Sr, and Joe Cranston--father of the now-iconic Breaking Bad star Bryan Cranston. I don't know if I'd call that a reason to see the movie, but luckily there are plenty of other reasons to check out THE CORPSE GRINDERS this Halloween. If you don't, then you can never really know what the hell I'm talking about.

#blogtober #2020 #the corpse grinders #ted v mikels #horror #exploitation #cattober #arch hall sr #joe cranston #sean kenney #monika kelly #sanford mitchell #j byron foster #warren ball #ann noble

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