Tumgik
#like who asked you quasimodo
impulsea · 2 years
Note
#feel free to let me know who you'd like ariel to be with! Well, this is mostly a friendship than a ship, but I always liked the idea of Ariel and Quasimodo being friends. I know Quasi is innocent and hasn't seen much about the world, but unlike Rapunzel or Anna he clearly has seen how people live and interact from his bell tower and wants to be part of it, and he also acts more like a sheltered young adult instead of being overly adorkable and childish. I like the idea of them bonding over their shared longing to discover the world and be part of it as well by their shared outcast status in their respective societies. Besides, they do share some parallels in their stories, like Quasi's wooden dolls and replica of Paris being similar to Ariel's grotto in that it represented his longing to join the world below his sanctuary (and similarly, Frollo also destroyed it. Not saying that Triton is like Frollo, but well, similar moments), and Quasi's own struggle to break free of Frollo's psychological abuse and live his own life. Sure, Quasi got his taste of the bad side of the world when he was humilliated at the Festival, but he never got to the point of becoming world-weary, and I think he would find in Ariel another supportive friend after Esme and Phoebus who accepts him as he is, since Ariel tends to gravitate towards those who are othered and rejected by society. On the other hand, I also think Ariel would feel relaxed with Quasi's gentle presence, and even watch with wonder when he takes her to the bell tower to watch the city like he did with Esmeralda. I even have this cute HC of Quasi and Ariel exploring the city together and Quasi carving a wooden figurine of Ariel for her, while Ariel would tell Quasi stories about the sea.
(Plus, I always have thought that "Out There" is the only Disney song that has come close to be a second "Part of Your World").
Again, I like them as friends, not much as a romantic ship. But those are my thoughts.
Tumblr media
I love that headcanon and how thoughtful this response is! I could definitely see Ariel and Quasimodo being fast friends. Ariel would honestly view him as beautiful, since she hasn't been socialized by human norms and she just thinks he's a uniquely fascinating person that is outside the mold of what she generally has seen. His collection of miniatures would be fascinating to her (it would remind her of the couple dancing on her music box in the Grotto), and she'd spend endless hours asking him about the stories that each figurine was based off of. Like, was this woman in the purple dress based on a baker or a painter? She'd also adore seeing all the citizens moving about from Quasimodo's view high up in the tower. I also think Ariel believes in doing, not observing, so she'd try to get Quasimodo out of his shell and just enjoy life instead of being too analytical or fearful of the perception of others.
Two of Ariel's most important creators, Glen Keane and Jodi Benson, are also intensely religious, and with the LGBTQIA+ subtext I previously mentioned, as well as how mermaids/sirens are negatively viewed in traditional religion, it would be fascinating to bring that component, too, to the story. I think Ariel always advocates for the underdog, and the quote about not understanding how someone who makes such wonderful things could be bad would definitely be applicable to those who try to badmouth Quasimodo behind his back to her. I also think that Quasimodo is generally more...reserved and subservient to Frollo (which makes sense, given how he was raised), and while Ariel would definitely relate to him and tell him of Triton, I also think Ariel's a wild card who sometimes is incapable of holding back her temper or reactions until she's had time to think it over. So I definitely think she would defend Quasimodo and be more aggressive toward Frollo in her attempts to do so. It would be a very fascinating dynamic! And, of course, they're both redheads <3
10 notes · View notes
andessence · 1 year
Text
quasimodo tag dump!
2 notes · View notes
leelei1980 · 1 month
Text
Loving Mr. Munson- Gonna make you Sweat
This is based on this fun anonymous ask-
Picture this: (reader is still dating Robbie) reader and Robbie spend the weekend at eddie’s and reader decides to work out in the gym (assuming Eddie has a home gym area) and she’s wearing her cute little sports bra and booty short combo, Eddie then joins her and spots her so she can do pull ups and he’s already wanting her 😈Also she’s just in the house in skimpy tops and Eddie literally has to coexist with that 🤷🏼‍♀️
I modified it a little bit- I hope it is alright! Hope you like it❤️
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Reader:
" Robbie, baby, I'm going to get up. You rest baby, okay?" He groaned in response, he was not the morning person that you were.You carefully slid out from under your boyfriends arm.
You thought it was sweet that your boyfriend wanted to spend some quality time with his Father, and when he asked you if you wanted to come along you agreed, as long as you wouldn't be interfering with their guy time. Robbie insisted you joined them, probably because he knew how much Eddie enjoyed your company, and your cooking.
Eddie was more than just your boyfriends Father, over the years the two of you had become friends. The older Munson was kind, funny and despite his " metal" appearance he was kind of a nerd , just like you were. You had both shared a love for Tolkien, George R.R. Martin's Game of Thrones book series and just random useless knowledge in general. He was laid back, the complete opposite of your Father, who was uptight and overprotective of you because you were his little girl. Eddie was definitely the cool dad.
You had always been an early riser, enjoyed the peace and quiet that came along with it. Some mornings you lounged with a cup of coffee, other mornings you might go for a walk or jog, this morning you decided that after a long night of being cramped in a twin sized bed with your boyfriend, yoga might be a good way to start out the day.
You quietly got into your bag, changed into your yoga pants and sports bra and tip toed out of the room, down the hallway and down into the basement where Eddie had set up a home gym.
There were weights , a weight bench, kettlebells, a treadmill, and an exercise bike. The man had quite a set up and it was obvious that he clearly knew how to use it. Robbie was fit, but Eddie, Eddie was jacked. He said he needed to stay in shape because of his job, if he wanted to have a long career as a mechanic he had to have a strong core because he spent most of his time hunched over a car and he didn't want to end up looking like Quasimodo when he was 60. Well he was definitely doing something right. You couldn't deny it, you had checked the man out,  he was in incredible shape. You couldn't fathom why the man was still single.
You sat on the floor and stretched, waking your body up, working out the kinks and the knots from the night before.
You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, in through your nose, out your mouth. You slowly move from Childs pose, raising on your hands and knees for Cat/Cow, arching your back, breathing, stretching, transitioning from cat to cow,head up, hips engaged -
" Uh, good morning Sweetheart."
You opened your eyes, frozen in your position and saw Eddie standing there smiling.
" Sorry to interrupt, I just didn't want to scare the shit out of you."
You sat back on your heels, " I didn't even hear you come in. Super stealthy." You brushed a piece of hair out of your face and smiled. " Wanna join me?"
" Yoga?" He snickered .
" Yeah yoga, it feels good to stretch,it strengthens your core." You pat the floor beside you. " Come on, it's a great warm up too. Then you can move on to your manly man weights and your grunting and straining."
Eddie laughed." Ok, for you Dollface, I'll give it a try. But you have to lift weights with me after "
" Fine." You watched as Eddie took a hair band out of the pocket of his low riding sweatpants, reached up and pulled his hair into a low messy bun, his old, tattered, sleeveless Iron Maiden shirt lifting a smidgen revealing his abs. You swallowed. Damn, the man was fit.
He sat down beside you and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. " Shouldn't we be listening to some Enya or something? I feel like there should be monks chanting or some shit like that in the background."
You laughed. " Do you have any Enya to listen to?"
" Fuck no."
" Then I guess we will have to make do without. We will start off simple, Childs Pose."
You demonstrated.
He followed suit." Damn ."
" Yeah I know, right? Now breathe. We will hold this pose then transition to the one I was doing when you walked in." You sat up and observed. You ran a hand along his back."Relax," you watched him let out a deep breath." That's it, perfect! Now up on your hands and knees Munson."
He lifted up onto his hands and knees and looked over at you and smirked. " Do you boss my son around like this when he does yoga with you?"
"No, because he never does this with me. He'd rather sleep in. I can't help it, I'm a morning person,I have an internal alarm clock and I get up super early."
" He never does this with you?"
" No, " You shrug and get into position." It's fine, it's not his thing. Sooo, next what you want to do is tilt your pelvis-"
" Well that sounds awfully intimate. I usually prefer dinner first before I go tilting my pelvis-"
You laugh." Just dinner? Wow, your a cheap date, you should at least hold out for drinks too."
This time he chuckled. " I'll remember that. So show me what you want me to do?"
You demonstrated, starting in tabletop, moving into cow than cat pose, breathing as you went. It felt so good to stretch your muscles.
Eddie mimicked your movements, groaning as he stretched." Fuck, this does feel good."
"See? I told you! So next we will do the heart melting pose, you start back in tabletop pose then you are going to walk your hands out, dip your chest down to the ground, arms straight out in front of you, ass in the air-" you caught a glimpse of Eddie full on staring at your ass and you smiled to yourself but quickly looked away. He was a guy, that was what guys did. "Breathe -"
" I, uh , I think this one is a little out of my comfort zone Princess."
You turned your head to look at him. "I have total faith in you Edward Munson."
"I wouldn't want to make a fool out of myself in front of a pretty girl. I'm afraid that if I got down on the floor like that I wouldn't be able to get up."
You slid gracefully from melting heart pose into upward facing dog and watched Eddie's breath hitch. You smiled. Ok, so maybe it gave you a little thrill seeing his eyes follow your movements, watching your body, and maybe you were putting on a little show.....
" Would it, uh , bother you if I kind of did my thing over here in this corner of the room?"
You laughed. " I mean, this is your house....."
" I'm just trying to be a gracious host Sweetheart."
" Your a wonderful host. Please Eddie, do whatever you would like."
You watched him as he went over to the weights, picked them up and started doing curls. You could see the muscles in his arm flexing under all the tattoos. You closed your eyes and concentrated again on your breathing but all could hear was HIS breathing, his little grunts as he did his reps, you needed to reel yourself back in. He was your friend, your boyfriends Father for fuck sake.
" Hey uh, Sweetheart? Would it fuck up your concentration if I played a little music? It's so fucking quiet down here I feel like all I can hear is my heavy breathing."
You opened an eye and peeked at him, let out a breath."Go right ahead, do what you normally do Eddie, pretend like I'm not even here."
********************************************************
Eddie:
" Go right ahead, do what you normally do Eddie, pretend like I'm not even here." I watched as she smoothly transitioned into another pose. Fuck.Yeah, pretend like she's not even here. Well that's fucking impossible. Pretend like she's not here,wearing her tight yoga pants and a sports bra, bent over with her sweet ass up in the air, pretend like she's not stretching into these impossible poses that are making me think the most inappropriate things about my son's girlfriend.
Snap the fuck out of it Munson, stop acting like a horny teenager. Pull yourself together.
A distraction, I need a distraction.I put down my weights and turned on the radio. There we go, Alice in Chains. I went to my weight bench and sat back, started doing some bench presses.
" I'm the man in the box, buried in my shit, won't you come and save me?" I heard her sing. I smiled to myself. That's fucking adorable. She's doing yoga and singing Man in the box.
" Do you need a spotter?" She asked, walking over,adjusting the messy bun piled on top of her head.
I smirked." Think you could lift this bar if I dropped it?"
" Good point." She laughed. " Think I could try? Obviously I am not as strong as you are, I would have to start off a little lighter."
I smiled and put the bar back in the cradle."Let me set it up for you." I got up and adjusted the weights to something I thought she would be able to handle. I watched her straddle the bench and sit down." There you go Princess, now lay down-"
" I usually prefer a date with dinner and drinks before I just lay down," she smirked.
I smirked." You're such a smart ass."
" I mean, I am dating your Son, I have to be a smart ass just to keep up with him " She laid back.
" Very accurate statement." I moved to the head of the bench and stood over her. " We'll just take it easy ok?" She looked up at me with big, doe eyes and nodded."Don't worry, I've got you Sweetheart. Now, hands apart slightly wider than shoulder width, good, bar directly over your shoulders. Perfect. Plant your feet on the ground. Your going to want to engage your core Darlin, don't arch your back. Good, " I watched as she lowered and raised the bar, I kept my hands close just in case. "Excellent job."
" Doin' good? This is fucking hard-" She let out a breath. " You make it look easy." She did a couple of reps than put the bar back. I walked around to the foot of the bench and extended my hand to help her up, which she gladly accepted." I think I will stick to little weights."
" You did awesome." I smiled and brushed a stray piece of hair off her forehead.
" Thanks." She smiled ." Is it still cool if I hang out down here with you? Maybe run on the treadmill?"
" Absolutely. It's,uh kind of nice to have someone to work out with."
" Ditto. Does that mean we have a date down here tomorrow morning?"
" Sure, I'd like that."
" Perfect!" She fist bumped me and smiled."Workout buddies!"
I smiled." Yeah, workout buddies."
We stayed down in the gym for about an hour,  listening to music, shootin the shit, doing our thing. It was actually fun, especially because she was just as motivated as I was if not more .
The next morning I woke up bright and early and made my way down to the basement. She was already there, stretching, wearing ridiculously short shorts and another sports bra. Jesus Christ, can't she just wear sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt or something?The outfits this girl wore, her short little belly shirts and tight jeans, goddamn, she was fucking killing me and she didn't even know it.
She smiled." Good Morning Mr. Munson, are you ready to work up a sweat?"
I just shook my head and smirked." I'm ready if you are Doll."
As always thank you for reading! Your comments and re-blogs mean everything ❤️
Tag list Lovlies : @tlclick73 @fairymunson @micheledawn1975 @elegantkoalapaper @goth-cowgirl-03 @bmunson86 @retrorage86 @hideoutside @veemoon @emmyshortcake @erinekc @babyloutattoo89 @amberolivia666 @eddiesxangel @liminalpebble @eddiesacousticguitar @munsons-mayhem28 @munsonsmullet @skyline4446 @maskofmirrors @blainetiberiuswinchester @bexreadstoomuch @xxhellfirebunnyxx @candice-1983 @harrywavycurly @corkadymu @eddiesguitarskills @mmunson86 @munsoneightysixx @sariahs-stuff
98 notes · View notes
pussygarnish · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
7 Minutes in Heaven
abby anderson x f!reader
very suggestive content 🤗 but nothing really happens until pt. 2 !! modern AU (they have phones, go to college, etc)
2.3k words
hi guys its carri :3 this ones for my mootie pooties on tiktok i luv you guys!!! go follow me 💯 (@/pussygarnish)
Tumblr media
“—so fucking hot,” the voice of a very muffled Nora broke your train of thought and you fixed your stare on her, eyes flitting down when you noticed that she was actually staring at her phone instead of talking to you.
You wish you hadn't. She was scrolling through Abby-fucking-Anderson's instagram page. Literally, what was it about that arrogant waste of space that people swear up and down is the best thing to happen to the university since it'd been created? Personally, you were more of a personality kinda girl; if personalities equated looks, Abby Anderson would look like Quasimodo. Take... Owen, for example.
“God, would you cut—” you reached over, scowl adorned on your face, and snatched her phone out of her hands, “—it the fuck out?" She watched in annoyance as you swiped the app away and turned the phone off, placing it on the coffee table in front of you. “I'd rather not have my evening be ruined because my my friend wants to ogle my mortal enemy instead of partying.”
Nora scoffs at your remarks, turning to fully face you with crossed arms. “Hate her as much as you want, that woman is hot as hell.” Your eyes roll playfully and end up landing on some random space behind her, getting your thoughts stirred up again. You'd never admit it aloud... but she really was so fucking hot. No matter how much you wanted to convince yourself that she physically looked like Quasimodo.
“See! You're thinking about it!” She points out, shoving in accusatory finger in your chest and laughing. “No I am not,” you snap, pushing her finger away. “Bitch, who do you think you're fooling? I know you,”
You throw your hand up and wave her off, leaning against the headrest of the sofa a bit. “Not well enough, apparently,” you grumble lowly.
"Mhm," she threw a side glance your way and a silence fell over the room. “Hey, actually,” she began, moving to pick up her phone, “wonder when they're getting back with the drinks—”
Just as her sentence ended, the door swung open and a rowdy sea of partygoers fell in; it didn't take too long for the music to get going and drinks and snacks to run scarce. Nora—luckily—had managed to snag a few before returning back to the sofa and cracking two cans open for the both of you.
You thanked her and took a long swig. It was actually pretty decent. Til a certain voice soured the drink on your tongue.
“Sure you should be drinking that?” Abby chided, taking a seat on the sofa opposite of you. You didn't bother responding, only hauling a nasty glare in her direction. Her lip curved up at the sight of it. Nora looked back at you and lifted her eyebrows, shit eating grin adorned on her face before turning her attention back to her other friend.
The rest of the group and a few random partygoers followed shortly after, all taking their seats and chattering mindlessly. It was getting to be a bit boring, and Ellie—of all people— took notice of the dim mood and proceeded to shout:
“Who wants to play 7 minutes in heaven?”
A silence fell over the room as everyone looked around. There was a mixture of responses, one half of the group was silently nodding, while the other half was shaking their head frantically. You were leaning more towards the no option.
“Is that not a kids game?” You asked, taking another swing. Ellie frowned and crossed her arms, leaning back into the cushion of the sofa. “Well, not the way we play it, obviously. But, y'know since you wanna be a smartass, you can go first.”
“Who said I was playing?” You lifted a brow, taking another sip of your drink. Nora pinched your side and motioned to the spare bedroom with her head, and even though she wasn't looking at her, you knew what she was implying. “You don't play I'm just gonna assume you're a pussy,” she further taunted.
Your brow raised even further and you looked almost disbelieving now. “Me not playing a game makes me a pussy?” Ellie nodded and you pressed your lips together in a tight line.
You discarded your drink and raised your hands in mock surrender. “Fair enough, I guess. Who's going in with me?” Ellie sucked her teeth and looked around, an idea seemingly going off in her head when she spotted some old newspaper and crafting supplies tucked away in a corner of the room. She quickly rushed over and began writing something down, walking back to the group while still writing.
“Hey Jordan, can I see your hat?” She asked, stretching a hand out in his general direction. He obliged and handed it to her, then she was ripping the paper and crumbling it up, tossing it into the hat and mixing it up like she was some kind of fucking chef flipping a pancake or some shit. You scoffed and moved your eyes to a different corner of the room.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her. From the looks of it, she had already been looking at you. Seemed to have no intention of stopping.
Her gaze was heavy, intense. Made you wanna squirm away. Thank God for Ellie drawing the attention back to her after what felt like eternity.
Ellie lifted the hat and dramatically shoved her hand in, fumbling around with it for longer than necessary before finally whipping out the small slip of paper; she was wearing one of the most mischievous smirks you'd ever seen.
She opened it. Saw the name inside. Whistled lowly and furrowed her brows deep. Then, walked over and handed it to you.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” The name inside made your heart stop completely. Begrudgingly, you flitted your eyes up to Abby and she quickly perked up, something in her face changing completely. She raised a brow as if to ask for confirmation and you looked away, throwing the piece of paper down and sauntering to the room without a word.
Ellie motioned toward the door for Abby, a way to confirm because you refused to.
Abby followed suit and entered the bedroom, the door shut behind her and the timer had began. You and Abby, alone together in the bedroom. You could feel the tense silence between you, it was tangible.
The both of you leaned against the wall as you pondered over the situation. Abby's arms were crossed and her face was unreadable, so it was difficult to even know what she was feeling or thinking. You wondered if she felt as uncomfortable as you did, but there wasn't enough time to ponder. Ellie had given you seven minutes. And seven minutes wasn't enough for you to wrap your head around the fact that this was even happening.
You decided to break the silence first, expressing your innermost thought and worry. “Nothing will be happening, let me make that clear,” you muttered, pressing your back against the wall as tightly as you could.
“What makes you think I'd even want something to happen?” Abby retorted, scoffing a bit. Though, her eyes continued to study you for a moment. She didn't quite look upset at the sight of you; in fact, she had an expression of intrigue on her face.
Her eyes darted down to your mouth, lingering there for what felt like an eternity before they shifted back upwards to your eyes.
“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, “Then you stay on that side of the room and I'll stay over here.” You recoiled when you felt her eyes on your lips, averting your eyes quickly.
“You look nervous,” Abby's tone took a playful turn. “Never done anything like this before?” She sauntered closer to you, her gaze shifting back down to your lips before she smiled. “I mean, with a face like that, I can tell you're some sort of prude.”
She was only a foot away from you now; your breath hitched and your body hummed with heat.
“What is that supposed to mean?” You furrowed your brows, trying to take a step back. “And—” What the fuck. Did you just shudder? “Why is that any of your business?”
She ignored your question, drawing in a little closer. “Why are you so flustered?” Abby's head tilted, her eyes still glued to your lips.
Your heart thundered in your chest, your thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion. Her hand reached out to capture your face, thumb drawing lazy circles at your jaw before she cupped it and tilted your head upwards.
“I'm not flustered,” you pause, swallowing hard. “I'm disgusted,” you snapped, but with how uneven your voice was and how trembly you were, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that you were lying.
Abby hummed, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. Slyly, she lowered her mouth toward yours. All she had to do was lean in and let her lips press against yours. And she could probably take her time with it—you seemed to have no intention of pulling away.
Her fingers laced between your hair, pulling you closer. Her lips parted slightly, allowing the sensation of touch to linger for a moment before they closed once more. She hummed, again. “Yeah, you're definitely disgusted.”
“What are you doing?” You whispered, trying with every fiber in you to keep your gaze on her eyes, and not her mouth. There was a pause, and the air completely sifted into a different atmosphere. “I thought we established that I'm disgusting you?” Abby tilted her head, lips curving into yet another wry smile.
She pressed her thumb against your lips, pushing you backwards until you hit a nearby wall. Your back arched, hair splayed out and your face flushed. The corner of Abby's mouth curved further, one brow cocked up as she looked you over.
Her hand snaked down to your lower belly, fingertips ghosting just above the waistline of your pants. The action caused you to squirm and she hummed in approval, cautiously dipping her index finger below the line and watching for any signs to stop.
When she found none, she continued. Her free hand snuck up and grabbed both of your wrists, lifting them up and over your head and pinning them to the wall behind you. Your pulse was racing, her touch was leaving a scorching burn wherever it trailed and you were ashamed, yet not, for wanting more.
She moved to your jaw, pressing slow and deliberate kisses before moving to your neck and collarbone. She pulled back and watched you carefully, her breath shallow. She tugged on her bottom lip at the sight of you: reduced to a mess because of her and she'd hardly touched you.
“If you're actually disgusted, you're not doing a good job at showing it,” she teased, finger slipping out of your jeans and working at the fly. Your face burned and you couldn't bear to look at her.
“Fuck—shut up,” you murmured, hips stuttering when she finished with the zipper and began to hike your jeans down ever-so-slightly. Abby lifted her gaze to you once more and tutted, giving you a warning pinch on your hip. “Keep your eyes on me while I'm doing this, or I'll stop, yeah?”
She dropped your wrists and you were quick to lift one right back up, slapping it over your mouth as you kept your eyes trained on her hand. It was climbing higher and higher—you were nearly trembling with anxiety, desire, not to mention confusion. How did you let yourself end up in this position?
You felt, and watched her warm hand slip between your legs, cupping your heat and stepping impossibly closer into your space. A shaky exhale left you when her fingers slowly began moving your panties aside. Your mind was racing a mile a minute. You should shove her, tell her off, save your dignity— but you were well past that point now, weren't you?
Three abrupt knocks broke your lust-induced delirium and your once arousal, butterfly filled stomach was now completely replaced with panic. She had been inches away from giving you what you'd wanted.
Three more knocks followed. They were loud, heavy, deliberate. Almost as if whoever was on the opposite side of the door knew what had been previously happening.
“Times up!” Of course it was Ellie. “Get your hand out of her pants and get out,” she quipped. It was meant to be a joke but it kinda freaked you out. Because thats literally where Abby's hand was.
You turned your attention from the door to Abby, halfway expecting her to move her hand. When she didn't your brows furrowed. Ellie was getting audibly impatient on the other side, but she didn't seem to care about it. At all. While half of you wanted her to continue, the other half was screaming at you to swat her hand away. She'd also seemed hellbent on getting what she wanted.
“Abby,” you whispered, “stop.” Her gaze flitted up and met yours, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Slowly, she began to retreat her hand, making sure to press against the sensitive bundle of nerves and making you hiss. A glare was sent flying in her direction as you quickly worked at your fly and hurried over to the door.
You snagged it open, almost incurring a head-on-head collision with Ellie but she caught herself and cursed at you as you slid past her. You nearly tripped yourself, making your way back to the couch. The look that Nora shot you had your face flushing with embarrassment. Was it that obvious?
Abby followed shortly after, sitting down in her previous spot just like before. This time, she wouldn't look at you.
You exhaled deeply, averting your eyes, too. Somehow, they fell to her hands—the ones that had just—you bit your tongue. Nothing about her body language gave way to the events of what had taken place inside the room.
Nothing but her hands.
They were trembling.
Tumblr media
taglist: @b-4-il-3-y @st444rstruck @abbyandersonsonlywife @lastofabbyy THE WAY I CANT TAG HALF OF THE PPL HELP. where is my teammm? 😣
103 notes · View notes
annymation · 3 months
Text
"This Wish" Reimagined
Asha's "I Want" song in my Wish rewrite
Tumblr media
Something that quite bothered me in Wish’s “I want song” is that I never really… Connected with Asha as a character while listening to it.
With Ariel we WANT to see her get to the surface.
With Quasimodo we WANT to see him out of Notre Dame.
With Mirabel we WANT to see her make her family proud.
With Asha I want… her to have more than this…?
And what is “this”? Like, the subject is vague, and that’s because the song writer Julia Michels was asked to just “Write a song about a young woman that wants to fight an corrupt system” which is a neat concept… But Julia didn’t know what that corrupt system even was doing, I’m not joking, she said so on interviews, AND SHE SAID DISNEY ASKED HER TO DO IT IN 3 WEEKS LIKE GIRL!?
Anyway, as a result, I can’t really relate to Asha’s struggles because the song feel like it could be sang by ANYONE facing a hard situation where they “May be young but are not wrong” or “Have hesitations about what to do”…
But who is ASHA in this, aside from the person who is singing the song? Yeah, she wants more, but more WHAT?! You can listen to “When will my life begin” without watching Tangled and you’ll totally understand what Rapunzel’s personality is and what she wants… But in This Wish?… I don’t know who the heck is Asha, and I watched the movie!
It doesn’t help that in the movie the BIG HORRIBLE REVEAL that Asha is facing is that the system that only grants one wish per month… isn’t granting EVERYONE’S wishes… when that should’ve been common sense, like, does no one in Rosas understand basic math???
In my rewrite though, Asha has been silently questioning the system around her but knowing full well she couldn’t change it so she just accepted it, until the day arrived for her to give away her wish to conform to the expectations. She said she didn’t want to, and questioned if the king even granted all the wishes like he said he did. Seeing that she had spirit, the king and queen gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss manipulated her to get a wish out of her, and after that, by peeking through a door, Asha discovered the truth about her kingdom’s wish system, a truth so terrifying for her that she ran as far away as she could. And with no one else to help her… She made a wish upon a star.
(There, I summarized my rewrite so far, if that sounds cool to you consider checking it out here)
I think that’s a more interesting premise, and it gives Asha more nuance, but how do you translate ALL THAT into one song? Well, here’s how I’d change “This Wish” to do that:
“This Wish”
Should have listened to my own instincts No time to cry now for what could have been If I could show them everything I've seen Open their eyes to all the lies then Would they believe in me or in them? But when I speak, they tell me, "Sit down" But how can I when I've already started runnin'? All I wanted to do was grant my wish on my own But now that wish's stolen and, I am all alone [Chorus] So I look up at the stars to guide me For I know they can send me a sign If knowing what it could be is what drives me Then let me be the first to stand in line So I make this wish Asking us for freedom, hope and bliss So I make this wish To have something more for us than this [Post-Chorus] Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah More than this, oh-ah-ah-ah For many years they’ve been tricking us all Yeah, they said “We’ll protect you” while being our downfall Now what’s a girl like me supposed to do? How do you fight a king and queen? oh and they’ve got magic too! And all I've got is reservations and hesitations On where I should even begin I'm past dipping my toes in But I'm not, no, I'm not past diving in If I could just be pointed in any given direction On where to go and what to do My legs are shaking, but my head's held high The way you always taught me to [Chorus] So I look up at the stars to guide me For I know they will send me a sign I'm sure there will be challenges that find me But I can take them on one at a time So I make this wish Asking us for freedom, hope and bliss So I make this wish To have something more for us than this [Post-Chorus] Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (So I make this wish) Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah (To have something more) More than this, oh-ah-ah-ah [Outro] So I make this wish To have something more for us than this!
Thank You For Reading!
119 notes · View notes
Text
Beach/Body Insecurities-Being Reassured by Cash Wheeler
Idea and Requested by: @princessmermaid1289
Trigger Warning: The main female character does think negative thoughts about her body.
Please remember all bodies all beautiful
Tumblr media
Movies, restaurants, coffee shops were what you thought of for third date locations. A crowded beach on the Carolina Shores in August was not what you would think of. Or a place that you would ever think of agreeing to. Sure you loved laying out in the sun, the sand between your toes, ice cream, and swimming. Having a date see you in your bathing suits made your stomach turn into knots. But it seems like Cash could ask you to go anywhere and you would follow him.
Cash Wheeler is handsome, kind, and funny. He is tall, but doesn’t tower over your tall. Fit with blonde hair and dark hazel eyes. He is an actual professional athlete. It was still hard to believe he was interested in you and this was not some type of prank show with hidden cameras. Its not like you are some Quasimodo. You’ve had boyfriends and other men interested in you. But those guys would say you were cute. Your body could be described as soft and a little jiggly.
You shake those negative thoughts from your head and focused on Cash. He was talking about how in the off season dogs are allowed on he beach and how the two of you should take his bulldog down for the day. Warmth and excitement raced through you as Cash talked about his future and how he planned to include in you.
“That would be great Cash,” you smiled at him. He pulled into a parking spot and turned his truck off.
You tried helping him carry the beach chairs, his book bag, and your bag; but Cash is a gentlemen he insists on doing it himself all while holding our hand. The two of you find a spot on the beach among the crowd of other beach goers. After unfolding both chairs, Cash pulls his shirt off. You have seen him wrestle on tv, seeing him in person however is a whole new experience. He makes your knees weak and mouth go dry. From the corner of your eye you spot a group of women who also notice your date. They are younger than you. One is wearing a “finally 21,” birthday sash over her string bikini. Each one is gorgeous, tall and thin, with thick bust and bottoms. You can’t stop thinking that one of those girls should be here with him.
The birthday girl must think so too, because she saunters over to Cash without even noticing you. Her voice is smooth and confident. “Hey! My friends and I are going to the bar.” She shakes her head to the left where about a mile away there is a bar and restaurant in the sand. “You want to buy me a birthday shot?”
Cash doesn’t even give her a second look, “no thanks.” He grabs your hands and laces his fingers into yours.
Birthday girl looks at your intertwine hands, pouts for a second, before smiling again. “Your sister can hang with us too.”
Cash’s voice is harder now, more firm, his southern politeness is gone. “Listen my girlfriend and I just want to spend the day alone.” He turns his back to her and faces you. The woman stalks away back to her friends. “Sorry about that,” Cash voice is softer and unsure now. “I hope that didn’t freak you out.” His face is red and you want to tell him not worry. You are not surprised by other women hitting on him, but he keeps talking. “I know your not my girlfriend, and this is only our third date, but hopefully not out last.” It hits you that Cash is trying not to freak you out about him referring to you as his girlfriend. Seeing Cash embarrassed is new to you and its adorable.
You look down at your hand that is still holding Cash’s and smile “its okay.”
He clears his throat the red on his face fading away. Both smiling at each other for way too long. Only breaking apart when a mom holding hands with her toddler walks by and the little boy yells out “look mama their holding hands too.” Cash squeezes your hand before letting go. He walks over to his book bag hanging off his chair opens it and pulls out sunscreen.
“I figured we might need some.” He offers the bottle out to you. Cash is only in his pink swimsuit and you still need to undress. You tell him to go first, and have to stop yourself from panting as he rubs his whole body down. “Can you get my back?”
“Sure.” Helping someone apply sunscreen isn’t a big deal, or at least it shouldn’t be. But with Cash it feels intimate. The farthest the two of you have gone is a couple of kisses last week in Cash’s truck after dinner when he was dropping you off at home. And now here you are behind him taking time rubbing lotion on to his neck, over his shoulders, down his back, over his ribs, down right to wear his bathing suit starts. You take longer rubbing in where his tattoos are. You barley recognize your own voice at how sultry it is when you whisper in Cash’s ear your all done. But you do notice the small hair on Cash’s neck raise and that he takes two slow deep breaths before turning around.
“Thanks,” he is waiting for you. Its time for you to get out of your t-shirt and jean shorts. Your mind races with all the negative things you see when you look in the mirror. You slide out of your flip flops and unbutton your shorts. As you bend over to pull them down, you notice that Cash is looking anywhere but at you. You pull your shirt over your head and quickly stuff your clothing into your bag, Why did your roomie insist you wear the high waisted two piece. Now everyone will see how much you miss match with Cash. He finally looks back at you. “Damn,” he flinches at his curse. “Sorry. You look really nice.” Your right arm wraps around your midsection the insecurities in your head are telling you that he is surprised by how bigger you look this close to being naked. (Anybody else who heard Cash would be able to tell he was amazed at how good you looked.) “Do you want some help?” Cash is holding out the sunscreen bottle. The idea of Cash feeling how soft and squishy you are compared to his muscle body makes your stomach turn. You shake your head no. Cash takes your hand that isn’t hiding your stomach and leads you to the water.
The water was cool, but thanks to the blazing sun it feels amazing. The two of you began to go deeper and deeper until you were as far out as the lifeguards allow. With the water going past your shoulders you are able to stop focusing on your body and focus on having fun with Cash. You let the smaller waves wash over you. With the bigger waves Cash and you body surf. It seems like when your with Cash the idea of time disappears and you aren’t sure how long the two of you were swimming for. At one point a wave unexpectedly knocks you under. Before you can really comprehend what was happening Cash’s hand wrap his hands around your waist and pull you up. “You okay?” His face frowning.
Without second guessing yourself you wrap your legs around his. “I’m good.”
Cash holds you in his arms before lightly kissing you, “I really want to kiss you more; but you really should put on sunscreen.” He starts walking towards the beach. When Cash is in knee deep water you tell him he can put you down while laughing. “I could, but I don’t want to.” He carries you until he is standing in front of your chair. Cash gently puts your feet onto the sand, before grabbing his towel. He started drying the top of your head than the end of your hair, neck arms, stomach, back, legs all the way to the top of your feet. Without words he grabs the sunscreen and begins applying it all over you. His hands move gently, his fingers linger over your neck. He drops to his knees to get your lower half, tickling the back of your knees. Cash finishes up by standing up and applying the lotion to your face. “You are beautiful Y/N. Absolutely stunning. I love how your body feels in my hands. You are gorgeous inside and out.” The words make you light headed, because not only did his words sound so sincere, you felt loved. Which is crazy. You cant fall in love with someone on a third date. Or maybe you could? You blink and Cash is standing in front of you, his shirt back on. “Hands up.” You do as he asked and he carefully slides your t-shirt back on. “This is because I have to go to Canada tomorrow. And I wont be able to help put aloe on you until I get back on Sunday. Its not to hide your body. Okay?” You smile and answer Cash with a kiss on his lips.
Together the two of you have an amazing lunch, before sunbathing and taking a nap. After reapplying sunscreen onto each other, Cash and you head back into the water. The two of you stay in the ocean until the lifeguards call everyone out of the water because the sun is setting.
“How about a ride on the ferris wheel or a walk on the boardwalk?” Cash asks as he carries everything back to his truck.
“Not tonight.” This time you take Cash hands into yours. Today was a perfect day and you were proudly holding his hand with your shorts pulled over your wet bathing suit bottoms and your T-shirt stuffed in your bag. “Im pretty tired and you have flight tomorrow. So why don’t we watch a movie at my place instead?”
Cash looks over at you surprised, but excited. “Just you, me, and a movie sounds amazing.” Cash loads the bed of his truck, than opens the car door for you. He gets in on his side and starts to drive back to your place; for snuggling, a movie, and while he didn’t know this yet. Maybe even a bit more than kissing.
165 notes · View notes
artist-issues · 3 months
Note
Ok, so someone on Disney’s YouTube channel thinks that This Wish sounds similar to God Help The Outcasts and that Asha is like Esmeralda. I’m just thinking, “Uh no, Esmeralda was cooler AND a better person to look up to. Asha is not.” But what do you think?
I haven’t revisited “This Wish” since I saw the movie because I just think it’s not a very good song. So I can’t really compare and contrast it to “God Help the Outcasts” musically.
But story-wise, God Help the Outcasts is Esmeralda specifically asking God to deliver the outcasts in Paris from persecution, because she 1) just experienced the fact that she can’t do anything to help them on her own, and 2) she believes there’s a chance God will actually answer because He was “once an outcast too.”
Contrast that with This Wish; Asha is vaguely singing to the stars, which she does not indicate she believes are actively listening (judging by her surprise when something actually happens at the end of the song.) Asha believes that “the stars are there to guide us.” If anything, she’s not asking for the stars to save the day for her people because she can’t: she’s asking for the stars to point her in a direction so that she can save the day.
I’m beating the dead horse, but God Help the Outcasts is about Esmeralda realizing that love and justice have to come from God, because neither she nor her people have the power to right all the wrongs Frollo is committing. This Wish is about Asha declaring that she’s not too young, she’s right, she’s empowered, and she’s going to do something about Magnifico as soon as she has direction—and it’s supposed to be a declaration of bravery to even make a wish. The point of the song isn’t a cry for help, like God Help the Outcasts is. It’s a declaration of her own power. The refrain is “so I make this wish.” (Against all odds, even if everybody ((two people)) disagree, even if I’m up against ((he hasn’t even done anything directly to you yet)) the king himself, I STILL make this wish because I’m brave and powerful and right) Not, “help me make this wish come true.”
And Esmeralda is a WAY. WAY better character than Asha. You’re right.
Tumblr media
Esmeralda is this passionate person who starts the movie off very clearly knowing exactly where the injustice in the world lies. So then the question the audience gets to ask is, “what’s she going to do about it?” She’s going to stand up and call what’s right “right” and what’s wrong “wrong,” even if nobody else will.
Quasimodo doesn’t know where the injustice in the world is until Esmeralda explains it all to him. Phoebus isn’t taking an active, public role in standing up to the injustice in the world until after Esmeralda sets that example for him. Esmeralda is frustrated because she feels like nobody else is going to help her stand up for outcasts. She feels like the world is too dark and too cruel—which is exactly the lie Frollo has Quasimodo believing—but then the turning point literally comes when she asks God for help.
Tumblr media
Because Quasimodo hears that. And he’s inspired to help her. And Phoebus, who gave Esmeralda the safety to use the church as a sanctuary in the first place, winds up sacrificing it all to stand up for outcasts. So she’s learning that Frollo isn’t all-powerful and she isn’t the only one who will stand up: the God who made the outcasts is the one really in control of justice. The idea of the movie is that Notre Dame is an object-lesson for what goodness in the world is.
Quasimodo is told it’s his sanctuary from darkness and cruelty, but it’s really being used like a prison, where he can never join the people around him. Esmeralda is also told that it’s like a prison. Phoebus and the priest seem to take Notre Dame for what it actually is: it’s true sanctuary.
Tumblr media
You can go there for real justice, not Frollo’s twisted exclusive version. You can go there for real safety, not the dark and perilous hiding place of the gypsies in the court of miracles. When you stand up for what’s right, stand up from there, on top of Notre Dame, not hidden, but where everybody can see, because it’s for everyone—and by “it,” I’m no longer talking about the building of Notre Dame, I’m talking about safety found in God. A real higher power who can actually right the wrongs because He is higher.
I mean, Frollo uses Notre Dame (and religion) like it’s his personal instrument for “justice.” He uses it to hide the evidence of his biggest misdeed. He uses it to keep Quasimodo under his control and afraid. He’s even quoting Scripture (about God “smiting the wicked and plunging them into the fiery pit”) when he goes to kill Esmeralda. But then the literal church itself falls out from under him. Because he’s wrong, he was never really standing on it when he did things in its name. Phoebus doesn’t defeat Frollo in a sword fight. Esmerelda doesn’t outsmart him. Quasimodo doesn’t knock him off the building. Nobody defeats Frollo except an act of God, in the movie. The gargoyle inexplicably breaks out from underneath him, then comes to life angrily and carries him down to hell.
Tumblr media
I’m not exaggerating, I’m not using confirmation bias, that’s what happens in the movie.
Anyway. The point of the movie was that there is darkness and cruelty in the world, but it’s God’s world, and He looks out for the outcasts in it, which is what makes it liveable. And Esmeralda is a character who supports that main point like a beautiful, well-crafted pillar.
Asha in no way does that for her own movie’s main point. It’s main point is “you have the power to make your wishes come true, so keep trying.” But like I’ve said ten times before: Even if that main point were not self-obsessed and bad, Asha’s character never supports it. She does not struggle with believing in herself or her own power, she doesn’t give up or struggle with “trying,” and she doesn’t even have a well-defined wish to work toward. She just vaguely wants the bad guy to stop.
Esmeralda has flaws. She has trust issues. She struggles to believe that anybody who isn’t an “outcast” can be good and helpful. She has to be told to ask for help from God; it doesn’t occur to her beforehand. Asha has no flaws. She’s barely a character.
Those are my thoughts.
67 notes · View notes
lunerna21 · 5 months
Text
***I'm going to apologize now this is probably a long post but I just need to vent about this masterpiece of an event!***
I can full heartedly say Glorious Masquerade is giving me life again 😌
JUST EVERYONE BEING SUPER FUNNY AND NICE TO THE MC BUT I CANNOT STOP GUSHING ABOUT EVERYTHING INVOLVING THIS EVENT!!
FIRST OF ALL, I LOVE HOW MUCH OF A SWEETHEART DEUCE IS TO US!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
DEUCE SPADE IS SOMEONE EVERYONE NEEDS IN THEIR LIFE HE IS JUST ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE AND I LOVE LOVE LOVEEE HIM
*cough* *cough* Unlike ANOTHER person who is a cheeky asshole who should learn from Deuce (I’m kidding I love you too Ace you stupid bastard)
The Grim and Malleus banter back and forth is fucking hysterical from us freaking out about not knowing who Malleus was previously to messing around ITS SO GODDAMN PERFECT
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
AND MALLEUS BEING SO INTERESTED IN SPENDING TIME WITH US LIKE ALCHENFIENDJ I LOVE YOU MALLEUS!!
(And Grim being protective of us 🥹❤️)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
And Idia trying to convince Grim to sit in his lap 😂👏🏻
SEBEK ASKING AZUL TO SIT IN HIS LAP SO HE CAN BE CLOSE TO WAKA SAMA!? CRYING AT HOW SERIOUS SEBEK WAS!
I’d like to imagine we were sandwiched between Rollo and Malleus MY GOD THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM WOULD IGNITE THE WHOLE TOWN
Also, was anyone else crying and cringing deep DEEP inside when they keep saying so many good things about “The Righteous Judge”!?!
LIKE I WAS SEETHING AT THE FACT THAT EVERYONE COMPLIMENTED HIM AND KEPT GIVING HIM PRAISE
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
LIKE NO GRIM YOU ARE MORE GALLANT THAN THAT CREEPY OLD MAN PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT
IF ONLY THEY KNOW WHAT THAT MAN HAD DONE I HATE HOW OFTEN THEY COMPLIMENT HIM I JUST WANNA LAUNCH MYSELF THROUGH THE GAME AND DESTROY THAT DAMN STATUE
......But at least they're giving tons of lore, easter eggs and praise for both Esmeralda and Quasimodo (BECAUSE YOU KNOW THEY ACTUALLY DESERVE IT)
But Rollo just trying to convince us that there shouldn't be magic or mages....
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
…..Rollo honey noooooo that’s not how I see it
I mean yes, we’ve been through so much goddamn shit with the overblotters (CROWLEY AND ALSO ADEUCE ALONG WITH GRIM, I LOVE YOU GUYS BUT LIKE WTF) but to the point of subjugating people to potentially lose their magic permanently?!
Something they’ve probably worked hard for? Nah, that’s not okay
I would love to learn more about magic anything beats the curriculum in schools here in the US
THEN SEEING HOW MALLEUS ALMOST PASSED OUT FROM THE FIRELOTUSES!? THAT HAD ME REELING LIKE MALLEUS DRACONIA HIMSELF!? LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE!!
Tumblr media Tumblr media
YASSSSS SILVER AND SEBEK! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!! MALLEUS HAS THE BEST GUARDS
BUT ONE FUCKING PART HAD ME ON MY KNEES READY TO FIGHT ROLLO!!
Tumblr media
CARD SOLDIER!? CARD SOLDIERRRRR!?!
MY BOI IS BECOMING A MAN
MY BOI IS BECOMING A MAN
MY BOI IS BECOMING A MAN AND I CAN'T STOP BEING HAPPY FOR HIM EVEN THOUGH HE'S IN THE MIDST OF DANGER
Tumblr media
…But anyway I’m getting psyched to see the last two parts cause this event is FULFILLING MY HAPPINESS ITS TOO MUCH
And Malleus Draconia….My sweetheart…❤️❤️❤️
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE IS JUST TOO MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN!!! ❤️❤️❤️
I cannot wait for the next part of the event, IM DYING TO SEE JAMIL AND RUGGIE BOND OVER USING OTHERS TO KEEP THEMSELVES SAFE!!
Now let me go daydream scenarios with all these lovable people while I wait for the next part, AND FINALLY WATCH THE FIRST PART OF STAGE IN PLAYFUL LAND! (ACE TRAPPOLA I NEED TO SEE YOUR SPOTLIGHT)
Enjoy the rest of your day, everyone~~~!!!❤️
100 notes · View notes
Text
Round 2, Match 5: August vs. Claude Frollo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Submitted kids:
August: Hisoka Mikage, Chikage Utsuki
Claude Frollo: Jehan and Quasimodo
Propaganda under the cut!
August:
1. "august is the adoptive older brother of hisoka mikage and chikage utsuki. for context, these characters are all spies, and were invited into the organisation by august. (also known as misha sometimes). hisoka is december, and chikage is april! their collective group name in fanon is ""gekkagumi.""
the first interaction we see of him in game is him adopting hisoka off the street. he was a dying homeless child, and august invited him to join the organisation. at first he declined, but august kept coming back to him until he followed (despite chikage's protests about it) he fed fed hisoka gingerbread, and declared ""we're a family now.""
chikage was adopted before hisoka, but we only learned more about it later in the story. chikage was living in a ""facility"" when he runs into august who lives in the organisation.
despite their very harsh life, august really did everything he could to give hisoka and chikage the best life he could. he loved the idea of family, and always encouraged them to celebrate christmas and birthdays, and play games!
august had a cover job where he owned a candy store. despite it just being a cover, august loved it and had a genuine care for the children. he used to give away free sweets to the point his shop was actively going out of business, and whenever he saw a sad kid he'd try his best to cheer them up. people around the town came in just to talk to him, to the point where hisoka said when he was covering the shop for him, the first thing people would ask was ""where's misha?""
in his shop, he also used to have a myth that if you wrote a wish on a certain brand of cookie's wrapper, the wish would come true. august spoke excitedly of the wishes kids would wish for.
events in the story lead up to august's untimely death. years later, hisoka runs into a kid who used to go to his shop. this child had wished to be a painter, and was now painting. he actually ended up in possession of a wrapper august wrote on which said ""a happy family."" however, the boy couldn't read japanese and didn't know what it said. despite that, he held onto the wrapper for years after august's disappearance. he also manages to draw a picture of him from memory. :(("
2. “he's so . gwahh he just wants to give them a nice family”
Claude Frollo:
“Jehan's Claude's baby brother he raised after their parents die (Claude is 18/19 by then, and something like 37 during the books) and he doesn't kill Quasimodo's Mom in the original. Instead, he takes in Quasi, who has been left on the cathedrale's doorsteps. (Don't worry he also has a lot of faults and you still wouldn't want him to raise your kids)”
37 notes · View notes
dyns33 · 1 year
Text
Flufftober 25 - Deadpool
Wade Wilson x reader 
Tumblr media
           "This must be your favorite day."
           "Because you're a freak."
           "I think he understood. Unless he's stupid."
           "Haha. You guys are sooooo funny. Halloween, my favourite day, because I wear a mask all the time, and under the mask I look like a moldy avocado. Nobody never said that to me. I think someone did, to Batman, so I'll take that as a compliment."
           "You're not as handsome as Batman. With and without the mask."
           "Thank you, Yellow, you're adorable."
           "More than you, for sure."
Wade didn't know why he kept chatting with the boxes. They were never nice to him and they didn't deserve his attention.
Maybe it was because no one else wanted to talk to him. Despite his best efforts, people still ended up finding him weird, crazy, and dangerous. This was incomprehensible to Wade, who thought he was the best friend in the world.
Loyal, funny, ready to kill if asked, for money or a hug.
According to Spidey, Red, and Moon-Moon, the only heroes who agreed to spend some time with him, he didn't do it well. He was too intense and he had to stop threatening people, whether it was to protect the people he loved, or to ask the people he loved to love him back.
And all of that was when he had his mask on.
No normal person ever gave him a chance seeing his face, running off before they tried to get to know him.
It was a bit hurtful, but Wade could understand. He had already vomited and passed out after seeing himself in a mirror. At the same time.
So even if they said that to be mean, the boxes weren't wrong. His scorched pizza face could only come out on Halloween, because people thought it was a disguise then, and everyone praised him, saying he was really awful, which was so cool. Just for that day.
The other days it was just awful.
           "We could enter a contest. We would win a prize."
           "At the end, they will understand that it is not a costume and they will throw tomatoes at you while laughing, like Quasimodo."
           "Even Quasimodo is more handsome."
           "He's not with the girl at the end."
           "And Wade is single, I don't see where the problem is."
           "I want tacos !" declared Wade, who was tired of listening to them, even though he knew they were going to follow him wherever he went. They were silent only when he shot himself in the head, and never for very long.
It was nice to go out without the mask for once. He decided to put on a cap anyway, to avoid attracting too much attention. If someone asked him, he was a sexy zombie, and a famous one, but incognito, so he didn't accept photos, thank you.
On his way, he passed an ice cream shop, and eating ice cream before the tacos seemed like a good idea. It all ended up in the stomach at the end, the order didn't really matter.
It was a little cold, so there weren't many people in the shop. Some stared at him, both frightened and fascinated, smiling shyly at him when he greeted them.
It was that stupid gesture, to wave his hand to embarrass strangers, that changed his life. Well, maybe not his life, but at least his day.
No, yes, his whole life.
Wade's hand passed very close to the girl who was patiently waiting her turn behind him, touching her hair, and they both jumped at the same time.
The poor innocent backed off, while he immediately apologized, explaining that he hadn't done it on purpose, and that she had no reason to be afraid or disgusted, he wasn't sick or contagious, just ugly.
           "Well, I guess there's reason to be disgusted, I have a special face."
           "Oh. No, sorry, I was surprised, I was thinking about the ice cream I was going to choose, I thought something was falling on me, like an insect."
           "If I was an insect, I would be a dung beetle. Often screwed up, but very useful for the whole world."
The boxes told him he was ridiculous, but that made the young girl laugh. They then told him that she was making fun of him, while she added that he was funny, with a charming smile.
           "My name is Y/N." she said, holding out her hand, as if she wanted him to shake it. He couldn't do that, she was way too pretty for him to touch.
           "Wade Winston Wilson. Triple W. My dad was an alcoholic, he wanted to call me Georges, but eventually he gave the dog that name, and he loved him more than me."
           "I hope that's not true."
           "The name story isn't. Shall I buy you ice cream?  To make up for almost slapping you. Really sorry, I'll never do that. I'll cut my hand off rather than hit a woman. I've fought women before, but they were bad guys, I mean bad girls, and I think it's pretty feminist of me not to discriminate, but I won't hit a helpless woman who didn't do anything wrong. I'm actually hired to hunt down guys who do this, and sometimes I even do it for free."
This made Y/N laugh again, and Wade considered that she hadn't understood that he was serious.
Not to scare her away, he didn't insist. She had accepted that he pay for her ice cream, if in exchange he agreed to stay a little with her to discuss.
           "I thought you wanted tacos." White reminded him.
           "But now he wants Y/N."
           "She's too good for him. Just like Esmeralda with Quasimodo."
           "She's much prettier than Esmeralda."
           "What ?" Y/N asked looking at him in surprise.
           "Nothing, I... I'm talking to myself, I was thinking of something else. So, not dressed up for Halloween yet ?"
           "No, not yet. I'm not sure I'm going out tonight, the streets aren't safe, and I have a date."
Wade did his best to hide his disappointment, so very badly. This made the young woman laugh again.
           "I mean, I have a date with my sofa, my television, a blanket and some chocolate."
           "I think we have a date with the same person tonight. It's terrible, they're cheating on us, we should get revenge by going out together !"
           "Haha, yes, why not."
He had said that as a joke, really. It was one of the only non-serious things he had said since the moment he saw her sweet face and his heart almost stopped beating at so much beauty, and now Y/N had just accepted a go on a date with him.
           "No, she's joking too."
           "Yes she didn't understand that we were really ugly."
           "I'm really ugly." repeated Wade, pointing his fork at his face. "It's not a mask, I look like it all year round. And I'm really hired to punch bad guys, or worse."
           "I know. You're Deadpool. You sometimes work with Spiderman and other heroes, I've seen you on the news."
           "... And it's okay ?"
           "Yes." simply replied the angel who was eating her ice cream in front of him.
White yelled at him that they were probably dead again and dreaming while he was regenerating. Yellow whispered to him that it was a cruel joke, or that she was a Hydra spy who wanted to capture him to study his cells. Wade watched the rainbows and butterflies floating in the air, hearts in his eyes.
Obviously, Y/N didn't see the little hearts, taking his silence for a rejection.
           "If I was too quick, I'm sorry, I... You're nice, and funny, and I had a great time with you. But if you're not interested, or you already have someone, or...'
           "No ! I'm having a great time too. It's much better than tacos ! I wanted to eat tacos before stopping here."
           "Really ? We... We could go have some together?  Then I don't know. We'll see. Do you have a number ?"
Convinced that she wouldn't call him, he gave her his personal number. The one he had given to his pals of the Team Red of the Moon, and that was it, because all the other people he knew didn't deserve to know this number, with its brilliant voicemail where he imitated Ryan Reynolds, only knowing his professional phone, where he was making farts noises.
Except that Y/N immediately sent him a message, while they were still together.
           "Here. That way we can schedule another date."
           "Another date ?"
           "Yeah... I mean, unless we don't consider today to be a date. Sorry, we'll schedule a first date."
           "I don't know if White and Yellow are right, but I don't care."
           "What ?"
           "Nothing. Shall we go and eat tacos ?"
Leaving way too much money for the waitress, Wade hopped happily alongside Y/N who was still smiling like he didn't look like an idiot with a ravaged face, and Wade thought to himself that Halloween was maybe actually his favourite day. And that eating ice cream before the meal was a great idea !
393 notes · View notes
mdhwrites · 2 months
Note
How similar is Belos is to Frollo really? Are they really that similar or is it just fans comparing them because there the only 2 main religious theme villains in a Disney universe ever
This is kind of a rough one because there is certainly a case to be had. The two are cut from a very similar cloth where they are meant to be religious men who have black souls and use the scripture to justify their hate. The big difference for why one is good and one is not is... I believe Frollo is actually dealing with this inherent conflict within him because of temptation.
Belos has no Hellfire... Because he has no fire in him. He is a shell. Not a shell of a man, that's interesting, but a shell of a character. His religious motivation should lead to more extremism, more hate, etc. like that but that would also mean that, like Frollo, he'd have to be active in his hate and pain he causes. After all, from literally the first scene, Frollo is murdering people and trying to kill a baby. He is only stopped when a man more genuinely holy than him calls him out for thinking that even an innocent like a baby deserves death and damnation. It is a moment of weakness from a man who is already hateful and it marks how bad things are for the Romani in the movie. They are NEVER having a good time because Frollo has actively made society and its systems actively destroy who they are. His hate is omnipresent.
Belos' is... *shrug* Like literally until "I am trying to save your souls!" in Thanks to Them, Belos never seems religious in even the slightest. Until we know what the Day of Unity is, it appears he's actually made a pretty good place to live. He's made people safer, he's given structure and community to a world that didn't have it because otherwise his actions before his rise to power would have been found out, and he asks genuinely VERY little of people, even allowing forgiveness to those who have been away from the Coven System for potentially decades like Eda's Friend in Hollow Mind to come back with zero consequences. Even members of his own coven who leave deal with no consequences (which really makes Eclipse Lake feel WRONG in hindsight.)
There is no hate here. There is no motivation. He is evil... Because he is evil. Hell, we even see this with the difference between Quasimodo and Hunter. Frollo keeps Quasi under control by making him genuinely hate himself. By tearing who he is down until he would almost never even question the idea of going against Frollo, especially long term. Disobeying him is terrifying, especially because in Quasi's eyes, no one can replace Frollo for no one will ever be capable of liking him. Not just liking him like Frollo does but liking him AT ALL. And this is all done because while Quasi is Frollo's penance for what he tried to do on the steps, he is also indicative of so much that Frollo hates so he is better treated as an animal than anything approaching a human being. After all, even if he isn't in touch with his heritage, just being tangentially close to the Romani or sympathetic to them is enough to make Frollo hate you and wish to see you erased.
Meanwhile, Hunter is number 489244502 attempt at using magic, which Belos supposedly hates, to create a right hand man of someone who betrayed him for witches! FUCKING AMAZING! Not only that but instead of genuinely trying to isolate and control him, Belos is easily replaced motivationally by Darius for an episode because Hunter easily sees people as able to replace Belos for giving him approval and there's no actual reason Hunter should think himself lesser than others. He literally replaced Lilith in the fiction as the poster person of the Isles. Literally his face was EVERYWHERE shortly after the execution. He holds a lot of power and is given a lot of importance and yet no one in the EC seems to like him WHATSOEVER. Not because of his attitude, personality or lack of magic but because apparently Hunter, who walks around the castle without his mask ALL THE TIME, is known by literally no one in the EC because he's easily forgotten... Until Labyrinth Runners where every scout can now easily identify him immediately.
It makes it so that Frollo appears to genuinely have a conflicted nature... While Belos is just a bad man who is bad at his job and even worse at actually using his religious motivation to justify what he's doing because he's so inconsistent and seems to have no idea what he's actually doing. Like I said: Belos has no Hellfire in him because I never believe he's actually religious. Frollo on the other hand is shown from the first sequence to GENUINELY be God fearing. He uses God to also hurt but his convictions are real and that's part of what makes him so terrifying because only a moment like Hellfire could ever change things with him. Nothing else but his own piety could ever change how he treats the world because so long as he has that conviction of faith, he will never waver. This also makes him actually MUCH more cutting as far as religious critiques go because it's easy to point at the leaders of the Crusades and goes, "Those men were greedy assholes who wanted power." It's a lot harder to genuinely depict the TERROR of what holy motivation does to a person, like why the common soldiers of the Crusades were willing to go so far just for their faith and a chance to not end up damned for that which they were good at.
Meanwhile, I only say nothing could ever stop Belos' rage because that is simply his narrative role. Because he is just a conman who seems to do nothing, part of me assumes, honestly, that an Esmerelda coming into his life would actually make him turn native. He would chain her up and enslave her, sure, but all he wants is glory and praise. He wants a title, not moral superiority. As such... Why wouldn't he make the same choice his brother did if a hot enough witch offered up her ass? Maybe he just gets turned off by the pointy ears?
Like I can't tell you, besides rage about his brother for literally FOUR. HUNDRED. YEARS. why Belos goes to the extremes he does because for as extreme as his hypocrisy... He isn't extreme in action. He doesn't seem to mostly care about what's going on in the Isles, even as he has to wait FIFTY YEARS after coming to power to kill... Like 70% maybe of the population since apparently during that entire time, he never once thought about how he'd go about killing the kids.
It's not compelling and it's not interesting but this is one TOH's inherent issues. It knows really cool ideas and examples. Frollo is a great Disney villain for a reason (and also proof that Disney WILL theoretically let you tackle this subject matter and TOH didn't even do a tenth of what Hunchback did with its religious stuff. In fact, I need to do a blog on how I think the Titan actually reinforces Christian Fundamentalism.) But... TOH doesn't understand what makes the source material compelling. It's not willing to put in the work or the clever writing to really sell why these characters are the way they are. They're just instead character types and tropes that Tumblr and Twitter like thrown in because that's what's in a good story right?
And so we have shells of much better characters, just like Belos wears Frollo like a cheap skin.
======+++++======
I have admittedly not seen Hunchback of Notre Dame in SO. LONG. so this might not be 100% right and sorry about that.
I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!
I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.
A Twitter you can follow too
And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.
37 notes · View notes
Note
Yuu being a fairly cheery person, but she's talented at writing angsty fanfics and stories with heart-wrenching or ambiguous endings. People read it, and they're like, "Who hurt you?"
Belle is either a fan of her works or her main editor. She's one of those readers that angrily praises Yuu for breaking her heart (she means that affectionately.)
Gaston is just scoffing at why someone would be so affected by a piece of writing. He reads it, and an hour later, LeFou finds him sitting in front of the fireplace unnervingly still with no emotion in his eyes and Yuu's latest work on the floor. Gaston is just holding a glass of scotch that he barely took a sip from. I imagine that it's the same reaction people had to Crona's poem in Soul Eater
So I’m in love with bookworm!Yuu and I headcanon that she had the same reaction to the NRC library as Belle did with Beast’s library.
And when the club were watching her memories and Belle saw Yuu get excited over books, she was like ‘new BFF’ 😊
Yuu and the Disney characters definitely have a book club and some members include: Belle, Rapunzel, Beast/Adam, Ratigan, Quasimodo and others.
(This isn’t really part of the ask but I headcanon that Leona is well-read in Shakespeare one because he was a prince and two because of Lion King’s ties to Hamlet and as a Shakespeare fan myself I think they’d basically recreate the deleted scene in Beauty and the Beast where Belle reads Romeo and Juliet)
(Also, Belle and Yuu totally fangirl about Shakespeare together while Adam and Leona just give them looks of affection the whole time)
I can imagine that Yuu would write fanfiction (Rook and Lilia do as well) and she can either go completely fluffy and filled with the most heart-warming declarations of tender and warm love that makes you feel so elated it’s like you’re in heaven or angst that is so soul crushing that it feels like you got punched in the gut and all you want to do is hide under the covers and cry until your eyes sting.
The book club is impressed. Belle is her most loyal and devoted fan and wonders how someone so emotionally intelligent  fails to see the many many suitors who are madly in love with her.
Oh my god, Gaston! I love the fact that HoM!Gaston is basically the opposite of Hercules. The only way you’d get him to read something is to draw something on it since like Alice he believes that a book is boring/impossible to read if it has no pictures (honestly, I think that realisation is what makes Alice start to think that maybe having no pictures is not a bad thing). 
The villains decide to give her writing a try considering that they claimed her as one of them first (no, you literally didn’t. The sensational six/heroes were her friends first) (they’d argue that since she goes to a villain school she’s an honorary villain) (someone stop them before another custody battle starts).
I would give anything to see Chernobog or The Horned King be all like ‘this is child’s play’ and then you find them catatonic as they sit at their tables completely silent.
Maleficent is so proud of her. She always knew that she’d make an exceptional granddaughter-in-law. 
Daisy: You sure you can handle it, Hades? This is pretty heavy stuff.
Hades: I’m the Lord of the Underworld, babes. God of the dead? Ring any bells? I’ve met the souls and read the records of the worst of the worst. This little piece of paper is nothing.
*one hour later*
Pain and Panic: *enter Hades’ office after he locked himself in there and find him cuddling Cerberus, his shoulders visibly shaking* Uhh, boss? You okay there? 
Hades: *voice thick and cracking with emotion and it’s clear that he’s been crying* GET OUT *throws a spare box of tissues at them*
336 notes · View notes
anxious-lee · 2 months
Text
|| Quasimodo Tickle Headcanons ||
Tumblr media
A/N: didn't actually think anyone would want these but @shyleereading , this one's for you 😤🫶❤️
--------
- 100% lee
- mans does not have the confidence to tickle anyone
- doesn't think much about tickling until Esmerelda comes into his life
- she's always finding new ways to bring out Quasi's spirit and joy for life, this being one of them
- not the fastest at picking up when someone's about to tickle him, but when he does, he'll start backing away, stammering and babbling about the chores that need doing and how he should really go see to them
- VERY VERY ticklish
- as strong as he is, he's got no chance of saving himself from dastardly fingers
- not that he wants to anyway
- secretly loves being tickled
- he wasn't shown any physical affection throughout his life, so tickling, as Esmerelda has shown him, is a fun and kind way to show your love and care for someone
- but again, is very shy about it, so don't expect him to admit it
- most ticklish spots are his ribs and underarms (he SQUEALS)
- his laugh 😭 is 😭 so 😭 pure 😭
- everyone who knows him thinks so
- it's light and high and giggly and agghh 🫠
- THE SNORTS 💘💘💘
- despite what people say, he can't unhear the cruel voice in his head telling him he is ugly and unlovable, and unfortunately that includes a hatred of his own laugh
- when the tickling starts, he'll try to cover his laugh with his hands purely out of instinct, but that never lasts long. eventually the sensation is too much to bear and he has to draw his hands away to protect his spots
- gets the urge to grab the ler's wrists, but he is terrified of his own strength and doesn't want to risk hurting you, so his hands either are shielding tickle spots or hiding his burning red face
- oh you KNOW he's a blusher
- teases work splendidly on him, specifically the compliments (ex: "your laugh is so adorable!" "you're so cute when you blush" etc) *quasi.exe has stopped working*
- can say the t-word just fine normally, but if asked to admit that he's ticklish, his throat goes dry
- when it's Emerelda tickling him, you know damn well she won't let any self-deprecating talk fly. what usually happens is she calls him cute, he denies it, and she (offendedly) tickles him harder until he reluctantly gives in to her
- can easily get overwhelmed with tickles if it's too intense tho, so no restraints ✔️, light pinning ✔️, only one spot at a time ✔️, nothing too crazy
- while Phoebus and Quasi had a rocky start to their relationship at first, they are great friends now, and Phoebus will help Esmerelda wreck him when he gets an opportunity
- what really flusters Quasimodo too is when Esmerelda and Phoebus are holding a conversation AS they're tickling him senseless, as if he's not even there
- when things ACCIDENTALLY tickle him, he'll try his damn hardest to make it appear like nothings wrong. 1) he's embarrassed and 2) he doesn't want to make the situation awkward, since they aren't TRYING to tickle him
- little does he know, he's a terrible liar, and it's amusing watching him to try to behave normally
- does little leg kicks into the floor to keep from hitting the ler but CHRIST does it tickle
- hugging his waist also helps, sort of
- nothing makes Quasi's friends happier than seeing him smiling and happy ❤️
---------
That about does it 👏! Quasimodo is my boi and I wish sincerely that he had more tickle content. This'll have to do
26 notes · View notes
shellyseashell · 11 months
Text
frollo burns all of quasimodo’s letters. no matter how long he’s lived away from his uncle, no matter how much he’s healed from that trauma (or at least, he’s working on it), there’s some things he can’t shake. and so he writes frollo letters.
claudine watches her father burn them. he never tells her who they’re from. she never asks. one day, she asks jehan. he tells her they’re from quasimodo. she didn’t know you could communicate between auradon and the isle, but gil told her about people he knows who have family in auradon who they write letters to.
she asks jehan why he doesn’t stop frollo from burning them and replies. “he has gone this long without me,” he says. “i do not think it would be welcome.” claudine isn’t sure she agrees, but she says nothing.
jehan suggests she try writing him. they are cousins, after all, he knows better than anyone what she’s going through. claudine figured it can’t be the worst thing she’ll ever do. she’s already begun sneaking out. besides, it gets lonely with just her uncle and gil around.
i don’t know if this will be welcome, she writes. but father burns all your letters, and that doesn’t seem fair, so i figured i’d write you. it gets lonely anyway. i have uncle jehan, and gaston’s son gil, and sometimes i find the pirates trailing me through the market, but father does his best to keep me isolated. what was it like for you, in the bell tower, all alone? i don’t live in a bell tower, but sometimes i think father is considering it. i hope not. i hate small spaces. anyway, i’m sorry for rambling, and i’m sorry if you don’t want this letter. if you don’t want to reply, that’s fine, but if you do, address it to gilbert legume. he’ll make sure i get the letter.
she gets a response a week later.
106 notes · View notes
sugarywishes · 5 months
Text
Um...I accidentally deleted an anonymous ask post (I posted it too early lmao)
So anon, if you're reading this, this is for you!! And also thanks for going through my page lmao
So, why does William favor Evan over his siblings?
1. They both look extremely similar:
Nowadays, it's common to see people hc Mike as the Will lookalike, and I really like that too!
But back then, the only one who could've immediately be guessed as William's child was Evan. Both had the PALEST skin of the family (this is saying a lot considering they're British!!)
Both had kind of nerving eye colors (Will's is an icy blue that was basically almost white, and Evan somehow developed fully bright green eyes) dark eye bags, scruffy hair that always just kind of looks...like that no matter how much they try to fix it, and of course, skinny as hell!
2. Similar upbringing (aka, trauma!):
Considering they both look kind of like corpses, and they act really...um....abnormal by society standards of their time, it's no wonder they're considered outcasts! William's dealt with bullying and abuse throughout his life (it also doesn't help that he didn't have anyone on his side since I headcanon him as an orphan lol) and Evan is literally going through it right now! (He just sees himself in him) So William latches onto his youngest son more and serves as Evan's 'guide' and 'mentor' (notice the quotation marks?)
3. He can't really attach himself to anyone else in the Afton Family lmao:
Okay, him and Michael are literally polar opposites, and if they weren't related and were the same age Mike would totally bully him and Will would want him dead 😭 (Mikey is a popular, mean kid and Will...was just mean!)
And unfortunately, William kind of sees Michael as an inconvenience (since he is a college mistake...Wear condoms guys, and also if you have the option for child support and you're not interested in raising a kid, please take the opportunity and don't be abusive like Will turnt out!!)
And also, he isn't at all attached to Elizabeth or his wife. Clara because well, he doesn't love her. Sure she's pretty and all but he prefers to be by himself. Being married to her was basically kind of an obligation in his mind? (Henry talked him into getting a relationship with her and his yet-to-be born son 😬) and for Elizabeth, again he just doesn't really care for her. (Her looking the most like Clara did not help in going his favor, no matter how hard she tried to please him :( )
4. He was easy to control (man, who would've thought he sucked as a father for all his children?)
His other kids were not as easily manipulated (Michael had the logic and experience to know not to trust him, and Elizabeth had Charlie and Mike to keep her on the right path no matter how much she tried to steer)
Even Clara would put her foot down if he did or said something off. But Evan on the other hand? He's the perfect son, always obedient, always trusting, he's a sweet little doll! (Which is precisely what William thought of him 😞)
And plus, no one else was on Evan's side at all, and according to William, people like themselves must stick together to achieve greatness no matter what (and the only person he knew he could trust/relate to was his father.)
So yeah, Evan's weak-willed self was a prime target for William's abuse. How charming! (Kind of like a Quasimodo and Frollo relationship?)
Anyways, that's it! (Probably, I'm very certain I missed one or two reasons, curse me and my lack of notes!!) If you have questions, fire them away!
28 notes · View notes
mythicalartistx · 6 months
Text
KH Japanese Translations Part 5
Series where I discuss fantranslations I've seen of various scenes
< Part 4 > The other parts can be found under Part 4
Haven't done one of these in a few months 😅
.
.
In DDD, Riku talks with Quasimodo about appearances and says this,
The Japanese text:
"People can't be only judged by appearance. I have a friend who saw through my heart."
*He using the term kokoro for heart here*
English: "Trust me looks can be deceiving. A good friend sees you who you are no matter what face you wear."
The line about the heart is taken out completely. They both basically have the same meaning, but the original shows people judge you by things more than just how you look and your actions. Sora saw through his heart and saw who he was despite having Ansem's face.
The English version just simplifies it instead. He states looks are deceiving and a good friend sees for who you are. They have the same meaning but one refers to the heart and more about other things to judge someone on.
At the ending of DDD after Riku returns from Sora's heart he sees Sora eating cake. Sora rushes over to hug him and Riku asks multiple things, I'm going to point out one of the specific things I thought were interesting.
JPN: Why are you having a party without me?
ENG: And why are you having a party?
I think it's kinda funny how normally he is sadden that he got left out.
Tumblr media
In Monstro during DDD, Riku is asked if he has someone like Jiminy. He responds with this:
JPN: It seems like he's always smiling. Aitsu teaches me all sorts of things.
Now if you remember the other translation reviews I made or just know about the word in general, Aitsu means someone and can be in a romantic sense. However, it is considered rude if you refer a girl this way and often it is towards a guy. And he obviously referring to Riku as he says he and is referring to Sora.
Eng: That stupid grin he's always wearing— he's the best teacher I could ever have.
The only difference is that the English has a more teasing or playful tone when he refers to his grin as stupid, but still refers to Sora as the best teacher.
Then when Sora is in Traverse Town and is talking to Joshua he says,
JPN: That's okay! Even if we can't see each other, I'm always connected to Riku with my heart.
English: Don't worry he's with me— even when it might seem like he's not.
This is like way off 😭. Maybe it was just too gay for them to do it correctly?? Censorship I swear 😭. They both have the initial meaning of oh we're connected wherever we are. But the JPN says with my heart and it just shows how Sora connects with his heart to Riku's.
In DDD at the end of Sora's story he encounters Xigbar who taunts him and he says this.
JPN: "It's only because your heart is connected to others that you're able to wield that power. You're not a true Keyblade wielder."
"It's fine that my power comes from everyone's hearts." Sora responds.
ENG:
"You're strong because of the ties you have with other people. As if the Keyblade would choose a wimp like you"
"I'm proud to be part of something bigger— the people it did choose. My friends they are my power."
In Xigbar JPN line it shows more about the connection between hearts. And tells him he's not a true Keyblade wielder. I noticed a lot of the lines about connections of the heart get erased within translation. And in the English he taunts Sora and calls him weak. I wonder if there is a catchphrase that Xigbar says in the Japanese or this ft just didn't have it??
Now with Sora line I'm not exactly sure which part is which but I'm pretty sure it's his catchphrase. But it's interesting since in the English he just says his friends are his power which seemingly has the same meaning as the JPN. Except if you think about their hearts giving him power then when everyone lost their hearts it makes sense why he felt powerless.
Tumblr media
Riku at the end of the Notre Dame world is told something by Esmeralda.
JPN: "Everyone has a few things they want to keep in their hearts. You should find the answer slowly for yourself."
ENG: "We all do that sometimes. There are things we need to keep separate from the world at large, at least until we have time to figure them out"
They both have the same meaning mostly. However using heart here probably has more impact like it's more secretive and probably closer to hiding the darkness. His arc is about facing his darkness and still trying to overcome and not being afraid of it. They both are vague but talk about eventually figuring it out/finding the answer. And this probably refers to darkness.
Also if you ship SR this could also refer to him liking Sora and not saying anything or being afraid that he does.
Tumblr media
At the end of DDD when Riku decides to make a second dive into Sora's heart he says this:
JPN: "It's not good if I don't go. I want to go"
Eng: "I heard him call my name. He needs me."
It's not much of a difference but the meaning is actually big by choosing want it shows he wants to do it. The localization choosing need shows he's going because he feels like he's needed just cause his name was called and not a personal choice. They're both good in different ways.
Tumblr media
In 358/2 days/KH2, Riku fights Roxas to help Sora. It is just before he gives in to the darkness.
JPN: "You're really aitsu's nobody, after all. I guess I have to trust DiZ." I'm not going to explain the word since I already have earlier in the post.
Riku then explains he is going to have to do it, in which Roxas ask what and he responds, "The power sitting in my heart...the power suppressed by my heart... Even if I'm no longer me...the power of darkness"
ENG: "So it's true. You really are his nobody. Guess DiZ was right after all."
"I have to release the power in my heart— the dark power I've been holding back. Even if it changes me forever."
As much as I like the original way of how he said to describe the dark power, the phrasing flows better in the official localization. They both are basically the same except the Japanese describes the dark power. Also Riku calls Sora Aitsu.
Now I skipped a few lines of dialogue and this is because I want to eventually talk about the famous taunt quotes they have are significantly different in the versions
Tumblr media
Finally for the last one, it is the taunt quote
JPN: Riku, "What's wrong, Sora? Are you done already? Pretty pathetic."
Sora, "What are you talking about? You’re the one who’s losing"
ENG: Riku, "Giving up already? Come on Sora I thought you were stronger than that."
Sora, "Get real, look which one of us is winning"
And the change is really interesting. In the JPN the first line is pretty much the same. Riku taunts him for "giving up" or not being able to and cause him pathetic. The ENG says, he thought he was stronger than that giving off the same taunting vibe.
Then Sora's line is actually more about Riku loosing. You're the one who is losing. The ENG localization is similar but it's vague on who is or who isn't winning. But saying losing shows that Riku is losing. But if he says Winning it could mean one wins but the other doesn't necessarily lose.
Also I'm going to be doing Part 6 really soon it's about Vanitas since I recently talked about his backstory in the novels.
So...I don't like most Axel ships since he's being shipped with little kids, but the JPN makes it understandable why some people might ship it even though it's weird and not good... 11 year age gap 😭
So when he was dying in kh2 he says Aitsu and then uh Roxas when he fighting Sora he says why did it have to be you but in JPN he refers to Axel sacrificing himself for him and being gone.... Yeahhhhh it's weird and maybe changing it was a good thing for this case cause don't ship them they're friends and more like guardian and family dynamic if anything.
32 notes · View notes