Which Is Your Favorite Barbie Movie? ()

Which is your favorite Barbie movie? (　＾▽＾)

I recently watched Barbie as princess and pauper and fell in love with King Dominic again 🫠

Can you write a fluffy story where MC is cleaning her childhood room and finds a old barbie movie ( your choice ) and decides to watch it with Louie? Pretty please ( ＾ω＾ )

"Childhood memories"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: YES!! KING DOMINIC✨✨🔥🔥😩😩 And also prince Antonioᕙ⁠(⁠ ͡⁠◉⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠◉⁠)⁠ᕗ🔥🔥🔥 Barbie is amazing!!🥺🌹🌹 I love a lot of Barbie movies, such as The Twelve Dancing Princesses (fun fact: I burnt that DVD from watching it too much), Barbie In The Three Musketeers, Princess Charm School. I actually couldn't pick a favourite until I actually sat down to write this fic. And now I can proudly say... It's BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER🥺💖🌹💕🥺🥺🥺🌹🌹🌹

It started as a chore, it really did. But with every box you'd open, new memories would jump out at you.

Clothes and shoes that were too small for your current self, showing you a totally different person from the one you were today, as you cleaned away the dust.

Drawings of vivid childlike dreams shoved messily into shelves and all around your desk.

Those, along with your toys, brought a smile of sentimentality to your face, feeling as if every childhood bliss unfolded before your eyes like a film tape that was buried in the past covered in dust, yet not forgotten.

Soon, your mind had drifted away from cleaning your childhood room. A happiness so energetic and thirsty chased all those thoughts away from your mind, as you dug deeper between your toys and some sparkly hair clips with butterflies and flowers attached to them.

Your fingers made contact with a broad surface and peering into the box, you couldn't identify what it was, due to it being in the very dark bottom.

You began pulling out one toy at a time, equivalents of memories. Of how you first got them on Christmas or on your birthday or on an ordinary Wednesday evening. You turned some toys on. Some made sounds rather loud and not so coherent, because of how the batteries had began to run out. Some didn't turn on at all. Some toys had glue on them and you giggled as you remembered the way you'd accidentally break them, yet how happy you were to see the pieces sticking back together again and the fun continuing.

And finally, you reached the object of your interest. You pulled it out and your mouth opened into a huge grin, your eyebrows rising. You laughed happily, the mere sight of this movie in its colorful case bringing you so much nostalgia and happiness you swore your heart would burst and your eyes would fill with tears.

You still loved this movie and a bright idea made your eyes light up. You would combine the two things you loved dearly.

"So what's this movie about?" Tauxolouve asked, his face illuminated only by the light of your laptop. He spread his right arm, welcoming you gently into his embrace, as you joined him on the bed, two bags of chips in your arms, which you dropped on your lap to get comfortable.

"It's a movie I loved as a child, Barbie in the nutcracker. It's like... A sweet adventure, with ballet, classical music and it's got that fairy tale glow." Even talking about it made you smile, love filling your ribcage to the brim.

You put on the movie and cuddled close to Tauxolouve, resting your head against his chest and pulling the blanket up to your chin.

The movie started and the familiarity of it, combined with Tauxolouve's warmth made you feel at peace.

You watched as Clara slept and how the fairy dust danced around the room, enchanting the nutcracker awake and the magic of that scene didn't fail to take your breath away even now.

Tauxolouve watched silently, a pleasant smile on his face, until the point when the owl gave Clara the golden locket and he saw your eyes practically shine at its sight. "Do you like her locket?"

"Yep! It's so pretty!" You giggling, your cheeks a little rosy from the happiness. "I remember wanting it so badly when I was little."

Tauxolouve pressed a kiss to your temple, his heart flattering when you chuckled softly at his heartfelt move, before falling silent again.

You two watched on as Clara and the Nutcracker took off for their adventure and landed into a pile of pure white snow.

"What a cute fairy." Tauxolouve commented lightheartedly as the little snow fairy approached the two heroes. "But he's right, she should've said thank you to Clara for fixing her wing."

You chuckled at his commentary, but agreed.

His eyes squinted kindly as more fairies came out and started dancing. "The music is lovely."

Clara walked forward and the flowers growing from the places where she previously stepped, made the cozy fairy tale elements of this movie shine even more.

"Huh," You began, upon seeing the broad scenery. "I remember that being much more detailed. I still love it though."

"That's what matters most. For a movie or a painting or a poem to never stop conveying the same feelings each time you watch it, even if it is after years."

"That's a beautiful way to put it." You agreed, smiling and nuzzled more into his chest, breathing into his caramel scent, which fit perfectly with the feelings of this movie.

Warmth, fairytales and caramel. This is it. This is a feeling you knew you'd never get tired of.

"I just realized..." Tauxolouve muttered.

"What?"

"This mouse or rat king or whatever he is..." He stared aside, his eyebrows forming downturns. "He reminds me of the king. He's got the same tyrannical look."

You snorted. "I can see that, yes."

More of the movie passed you by, your attention focused there and your heart pounding with pure happiness and tranquility as more and more familiar figures came upon the screen.

Until the scene where the Nutcracker and Clara talking beneath the moonlight appeared within the screen of your laptop. "Oh my god, that scene...!" You breathed, more happiness and nostalgia gushing forth from your lungs. "I completely forgot about that scene..." You watched on, transfixed into this movie that seemed like a dream which you could only explain by feelings and sensations the next morning. "It's such a sweet scene..."

"Indeed. It's very heartfelt." Tauxolouve nodded. "The lesson of this scene is seeing who someone is within and believing in them. That even if they once failed, they can always try again, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's exactly it." You nodded, proud at this movie for being a part of your childhood and loving Tauxolouve even more for being able to see the magic in it, which many would mock for not having flashy enough graphics. "It's the type of thing that as a child you admire and when you're older, you understand it. But in both cases, it's precious and irreplaceable."

"I hope you know I want a hug after this too." Tauxolouve whispered into your hair as Clara hugged the Nutcracker, after breaking the cell, which the mouse king had turned invisible.

You laughed. "You can have one after the movie."

"Alright. I'm gonna remember, just so you know."

The movie came to the point where the Nutcracker turned back to prince Eric, by Clara's kiss and you gripped Tauxolouve's shirt, feeling the exact same giddy feeling you'd always experience as a child in this part. The emotions overtook you and you turned to Tauxolouve, placing a kiss to his cheek.

Tauxolouve chuckled teasingly. "We're gonna need to replay that part if it means you're gonna kiss me every time."

"I still owe you a hug!" You laid back on his chest, with Tauxolouve's arm still warped around you, continuing the movie.

Your eyes, ears and heart were glued onto the screen, until the colours faded to black and you sat up, your body feeling light. "That movie is still so beautiful." You said, your brain clouded with the childlike sweetness that never actually left you and you had merely discovered it again. "You think they married?" You asked, turning around and accidentally pushing the unopened bags of chips off the bed. It was a clumsy move, yet it brought you back to those times when you'd ask everyone around you if the characters were going to marry and be together forever, not caring if you stepped on something, as you were so caught up in your excitement.

Tauxolouve smiled sweetly at you, patting you on the head. "I believe it is as possible for them to get married as it is for us."

Your eyes widened at his words, your lips parting a little. Blood rushed to your cheeks, warming up your face and melting your surprised expression into one of affection for this man.

"You like that idea for us or them more?"

"Both." You honestly replied. "One day... Clara loves her Nutcracker just as much as I love you, after all."

Tauxolouve took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and leaving a gentlemanly kiss there, before staring at you with a charming smile. "Now where's my hug?"

You laughed and threw your arms around him, squeezing him tightly into a hug similar to that in the movie. "Satisfied?"

"Very." He said and then he snapped his fingers.

"What did you do?" You asked, pulling away a little to look at him, irises filled with curiosity.

"Take a look in the mirror."

A little nervous, you got off the bed and went to stand in front of your mirror. "Lou!" You exclaimed, delighted. Resting on your collarbones was a golden locket in the shape of a heart. "It's like that from the movie!"

Tauxolouve approaches you, his reflection coming to stand behind your own as he pulled you into his arms from behind.

"Thank you so much." As you stared into the mirror at your entangled forms and the golden chain clasped arouses your neck, you knew Tauxolouve would make sure each and every fairy tale you harbour in your heart would come to life.

A little ramble

Jokes aside from the bad writing and artwork from scm, I really enjoy just the concept of being. It's such a cozy game and its relaxing to play idc if its a powerpoint. The story is entertaining enough to keep the reader captivated most of the times.

I think why i resonate so much with it is despite me liking a lot of edgier and more mature media, scm is simple. It keeps the hint of eldritch gods and antiquity of mythology/studying the humanities and keeping it fun with the anime otome approach. Like I love scm because of the personalities of the gods interacting.

Sure the s1 and s2 gods are assholes at the beginning but regardless of the route it's a journey of healing. I played scm when i was just a kid (and forgot about it but as all kids do they hurt) and now as an adult i can play it again and go through my own journey of healing through my own trauma, and see it similarly characters going through the same process of learning and healing.

Characters who want to better themselves and be humbled of the reality of it. Healing is not a linear process, its super up and down. It's refreshing to see in some routes (not teo, teo is the exact opposite of this entire post) healthily heal like leon learning to control his powers and that you can love the little things just because.

Huedhaut realizing that spending the rest of eternity in grief is not ideal, and that he has to learn to move on, Scorpio learning to be nicer? to people and importantly himself, Ichthys's approach of getting rises out of people because he knows he'll be gone and realizing that he went too far, Zyglavis forgiving himself and learning a healthy way of conducting punishments, Tauxolouve learning to enjoy his life despite being a demigod, MC learning to be kind but take no shit. Partheno realizing that he can trust people and not to be ashamed of himself for being a demon, Dui learning to communicate as a system with the alters in his body and going forward. Like I would pay for a story of Dui having 1 good day bro. Let him go to a cafe in the morning and just enjoy a piece of cherry pie.

don't get me wrong the game communicates the story and message poorly but i'd like to think it's still there for people to enjoy with the mass of different characters

—so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Just a reminder guys. :^)

Hello. I am that anon who requested the Tauxolouve smut fic.

Can you write some angst for Tauxolouve x goddess reader?

Like the Goddess reader moves on are falls in love with other god but Tauxolouve still has feelings for her.

"New"

Genre: angst

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm not sure if you wanted a part 3 of Sweet Inexperience or a standalone........ So I just went with the standalone, because the other option broke me to pieces, so... Yeah. That's a separate fic. (I'm sorry if that's not satisfying 😭)

Spotting you from across the gardens, Tauxolouve's footsteps altered direction and he moved up to you.

Your dress hugged your body beautifully, in a way so ethereal, even when you turned away from him, motioning to a man with a movement of your hands.

"Pleasant surprise to see my little lady here." Tauxolouve addressed you, with a smile so charming, your heart clenched.

"Yeah, I was..." You laced your fingers and held your knotted hands before your crotch. "Taking a walk."

"Well, can I join you?" He proposed and the hope that flickering in his irises was too beautiful. Too heartfelt. So heartfelt, your shoulders stiffened.

"Sure." You answered, your tone not matching his bright one at all.

"Good, let me take you somewhere then." He said, walking off and you followed, stopping only to steal a glance at the eyes of a god peeking at the two of you from behind the tall bushes with the roses.

You felt guit enveloping your heart, but it would be worse if you didn't tell him. He deserved to know you moved on and your feelings changed.

Another god had captured your heart. You had fallen for his reserved charm, his shyness and were touched at the pure admiration he harboured for you. He just never came out with it, because he believed he stood no chance before the god of sagittarius.

Determined to end it all with him, you followed Tauxolouve, your eyes upon his strong back, that would always hide you and protect you when you needed it, but still not making you feel weak or fragile or that you couldn't fight your own battles.

Your stroll was a silent one and you couldn't quiet down the aching of your soul. Inspecting his profile made you feel so hurt, that tears swelled up in your eyes. You made a halt in your steps and wiped away the blurriness in your eyes, the tears wetting your knuckles.

"What's the matter, little lady?" Tauxolouve's eyebrows were furrowed as he rubbed his warm palms up and down your arms. "What's wrong...?" He asked gently, giving you time to gather your thoughts.

"Tauxolouve..." You sobbed, looking up at him through wet and salty eyelashes. "I'm so sorry...!" You hiccuped and buried your face in your hands, no longer bearing to face him, with the same face he kissed, loved and admired.

"What are you apologizing for?" He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, but you pulled back so suddenly, his breathing hitched.

"Tauxolouve..." You inhaled deeply and your sorrowful eyes casted upon him, with guilt drowning in your watery irises. "I'm so sorry... I can't date you anymore..."

His mouth dried and his heart pounded loudly. "You can't... Why...?!" He swallowed and his Adam's apple moved visibly. "Did I do something wro-"

"No! Please, don't blame yourself!" You hurried to stop him, pain stabbing your heart from every angle at his hurt expression. "I just... I moved on..." The tone of your voice fell significantly and you lowered your head in shame. "I'm so sorry..."

Tauxolouve remained in silence, his lips locking in one place, tightly against each other.

Looking up, his gorgeous slanted eyes had turned into sparkling rivers, heartbreak tumbled out of his every word. "I see..." He chuckled airily in self deprecation. "I... I can't hold you by my side against your will." His lower lip trembled and he bit down on it, blinking away the tears. "You've found someone new, haven't you?"

You nodded wordlessly.

His breaths were shaky and he pursed his lips together into a devastating smile. Even if it hurt him and killed him, his love was the most imposing feeling, even now. He wanted you to be happy and if you needed him out of your life for it... Then so be it... "He better make you happy." He said, a single tear streaming down his cheekbone. "And if he doesn't, make sure to not compromise with someone like him."

With your hands clasped together, you straighten your back, staring him straight in the eye. "I'll make sure of it. And... I'm sorry..." You said quietly, whipped some remaining tears away.

"No need to apologise, little lady." At the uttering of that pet name, his composure grew more unsteady and he barely held himself back from collapsing to his knees.

"Can you... Not call me that, please?"

"Oh, yes." His shoulders stiffened, his teeth close to drawing blood from his lip. "I'm sorry... (Name). It won't happen again."

Seeing you walk away from him was when he allowed his shoulders to tremble and his facial expression broke. He cried, until he believed he had dried and his tongue tasted the blood of his bottom lip. Looking at the spot beside him, now empty, there was only one heartfelt thought ruling. "I hope you have a good life."

I understand the "I will die for you" ship dynamic, but what about the "I will not let you die, I will not let myself die- we will, at any cost, survive" kind of couple?