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miraculouswolf99 · 3 years

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Breaking Into The Watchtower Part 2

Part 2, and the final part, of my Miraculous-Justice League crossover. Prepare for a long one, readers.

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After recharging, the masked teens all gathered back in front of the heroes. Since the ones that had used their powers had to recharge, their power effects lifted from Dr. Fate and Superman. It allowed both heroes to be free once more. The Justice League and Young Justice all returned to their seats. If Wonder Woman was honored to meet them, then they should hear them out before deciding what to do with them.

The group was about evenly split to be on either side of who seemed to be the leaders of their group. The ladybug and butterfly girls as well as the wolf and black cat boys.

“Introductions would certainly be the best way to start,” the ladybug girl said. “My name is Ladybug and I am one of the leaders of the Miraculous hero team of Paris. Right next to me is my partner, Cat Noir.”

The black cat boy nodded at the heroes.

“My name is White Wolf and I am the co-leader of the Miraculous team along with Cat Noir, Ladybug, and my partner Beautifly,” the wolf boy motioned to the butterfly girl when he mentioned her.

“Pleasure,” she nodded to the heroes like Cat Noir.

“With us are all of our team members,” Ladybug motioned to the rest of the heroes. “To my right is Vulpix, Emerald Shell, Queen Bee, Tigress, Lady Unicorn, and Shadow Cat.”

“To my left is the rest of our team,” White Wolf says. “Viperion, Ryuko, Ocean Mage, King Monkey, Gladiator, and Bunnix.”

All of the other heroes nodded when they were introduced.

“For three years, Paris has been terrorized by a terrorist known as Hawkmoth and as have come to personally ask for your help,” Beautifly says.

Ladybug then stepped forward and took the yo-yo off of her wait. She opened it and typed in a few commands. A hologram appeared out of it, like the holographic screams and projectors that the league uses. Ladybug put her yo-yo on the ground so that the others could use their weapons/communicators to control the images that are seen. Cat Noir took out his staff and used it to punch in a command. The hologram then showed images of a few of the miraculous. The most well-known ones, such as the ladybug and black cat as well as the moth/butterfly.

“The miraculous are an ancient set of jewelry enchanted and bonded to gods known as the kwami,” Ladybug explains. “Each piece, along with the kwami that it is bonded to, represents a specific aspect of magic. Creation, destruction, illusion, protection, and more. But that is specifically the miraculous of ancient China, where most of our miraculous come from.

“The miraculous that are used by myself, Beautifly, Tigress, and Gladiator use miraculous that originate from ancient Greece,” White Wolf says. “Our representations are more general but also more specific at the same time. Mine represents Winter’s Hope, as in the hope that comes when you know and hope about how the frost protects the earth before it gives way to the flowers of spring. Beautifly’s represents Spring Love, coming from the original belief of flowers and Spring being associated with love.”

“My miraculous comes from the mystical creature miraculous, where each represents a magical creature and what their core is all about,” Ocean Mage said. “Mine is the miraculous of the mermaid.”

The Justice League paid close attention to what the group was saying. Most of Young Justice was looking at Kid Flash, who was glaring at the teen heroes. He was probably itching to yell at them that “magic wasn’t real” because of his extreme disbelief in it. But the Flash was next to him and making sure that he did not let his former sidekick’s delusions interrupt the Miraculous Team.

“So, it would be a magical threat, right,” Aqualad guessed. “That would be the only reason why the miraculous would be called into action, correct?”

“Exactly,” Beautifly answered the Atlantean.

Cat Noir punched in a command into his baton and the hologram changed. It now showed an image of Hawkmoth.

“He looks like a Mexican wrestler reject,” Red Hood said.

Most of Team Miraculous had to hold their hands over their mouths to stop them from bursting into laughter and ruining their aura of seriousness.

“This is the terrorist that we have been fighting,” Cat Noir says. “He showed up about three years also, almost four. He has been using the stolen butterfly/moth miraculous in order to turn unsuspecting people into superpowered villains.”

“How can he do that,” Flash asked, curious. “What exactly is the power of his miraculous?”

“The power is originally known as Empowerment,” Cat Noir said. “The miraculous are not meant to be used for evil, so Hawmoth has turned the power into Metamorphasis. He uses it to sense those that are feeling intense negative emotions and takes advantage of them in order to turn them into his villains. Anger, sadness, betrayal, heartbreak, anything negative.”

“His goal has remained the same for the entire time that he has been active,” Viperion says. “He desires to obtain the ladybug and black cat miraculous.”

“What is it about those two that he specifically wants them above all the others,” Black Canary asked them.

“The ladybug and black cat are the most powerful of the ancient China miraculous,” Ryuko tells the league. “They’re the complete opposite of each other with the ladybug being creation and good luck while the black cat is destruction and bad luck. When you combine them, the person wielding them is given the power to bend reality in order to make a wish.”

“So this guy is terrorizing your city just to make a single wish,” Green Arrow raised an eyebrow.

“Must be something that can not be obtained any other way or he is just really desperate for a quick solution,” Red Arrow said.

“If it was a simple wish, there would not be much of an issue,” Ladybug says. “But because the ladybug and black cat need each other to balance the other, the wish itself would also require balance.”

Viperion was the one to put in the next command. How he was able to do that with a harp, none of them ever asked. Three more images appeared, replacing Hawmoth’s. Pompeii, the Black Plague, and even the Salem Witch Trials.

“All of these things were caused by a wish,” Superman sounded skeptical.

“There are many examples of magic throughout history,” White Wolf says. “You just have to know where to look.”

Vulpix took his turn to speak. He used his flute to point at specific images when he was talking about them.

“In Pompeii, someone wished for their family to not be killed by disease,” Vulpix said. “But that ended up causing a volcano that wipes out a majority of the city and most of its population. A man’s wife was sick and he wished for her illness to go away. But then the illness spread since it left one person and turned into a plague. Last was a miraculous holder that was deeply afraid of being discovered and wished to never be accused of using magic. But then dozens upon hundreds of innocent people were convicted and executed during the witch trials.”

“The balance is why the wish is so dangerous,” Emerald Shell says. “Everything that is wished for usually ends in disaster. Even those with pure intentions are not spared. But since Hawkmoth definitely is planning on using the wish, it is either for something extremely wrong or just extremely selfish. Either would end in hell on Earth.”

“It’s so hard to believe that a wish could do all of that,” Black Lightning was shocked.

“Magic does that,” Beautifly says. “It makes the impossible turn possible.”

“If it is the miraculous of ancient China that Hawkmoth wants, why not use the others you have access to,” Red Tornado asked. “It is the logical choice to keep the miraculous that he desires out of his reach. You do have access to the ancient Greek miraculous, given White Wolf, Beautifly, Gladiator, and Tigress.”

“We wish it was that simple,” Lady Unicorn said.

“The problem is that the powers of Hawkmoth’s miraculous can only be undone by the ladybug miraculous,” Ladybug says. “And since the ladybug and black cat have to balance each other, both have to be active at the same time or neither of them can be active. I am the only one that can purify his akumas and then fix all the damage that they cause with my Miraculous Cure.”

Queen Bee typed a command into her top. A video replaced the images of the disasters that the wish caused. The video was from the Ladyblog and it was of the first akuma attack. It showed Ladybug casting her first-ever cure and everything being fixed by it.

“This was only the first of Hawkmoth’s attacks,” she said.

“There is also the added issue that the Greek miraculous also have a wish tied to the most powerful ones,” White Wolf says.

“They do,” Wonder Woman did not know about the Greek miraculous since neither she nor any other Amazon came into contact with them.

“As we have said, the wolf and butterfly miraculous are each themed by elements of Winter and Spring,” White Wolf says. “So you know that would leave the other two seasons. Those two exist in the power of Summer’s Heart for the songbird miraculous along with the Wildness of Autumn for the panther miraculous. Combining all four seasons gives the same wish ability as the combined ladybug and black cat.”

“But there is still the balance issue even with a different set of miraculous,” Tigress added. “Magic always comes at a price. That is the universal law of magic.”

The Justice League all nodded, most of them understanding the price that could come when you use magic. The Young Justice team remembered Zatanna explaining her powers to them when she had first met them. She had said that the power of her spells usually has to come from within, meaning that the more powerful spells would seriously drain her energy. Plus, there is also the known fact that Dr. Fate was never controlled by who wore the helmet. They were like a coat that the lord of order would put on in order to be active. Zatara was still in there but the price he paid was only being able to see his daughter once a year.

“So, what exactly is it that you need from us,” Batman asked the teens.

He was surprised to have heard about the villain in Paris before. Sure, he rarely ever left Gotham unless it was an international emergency, but this was a serious problem. If this villain, or any villain, got their hands on the miraculous, it would be a complete hell on earth. Lord knows what disaster would happen if the Joker made a wish.

“We actually have been requesting help for years,” Queen Bee glared at the league. “Ladybug has called, Cat Noir has called, even the mayor of Paris has called. You all brush us aside and have even told us to stop calling the League to trick them with ‘such an unrealistic prank.’ It’s ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.”

“While Queen Bee could have been a bit more diplomatic, she is correct,” Ryuko says. “The miraculous are not so unrealistic when you have magic-users like Zatanna as a part of the League while also having Dr. Fate, whose helmet inhabits a lord of order that possesses whoever wears the helmet. That is not unlike the miraculous, only slightly different.”

Guy Gardner looked particularly embarrassed by that. That made the rest of the league realize who had been ignoring their calls for help, waving it off as a prank. You would think that someone with a powerful piece of jewelry himself would believe in the miraculous.

“As much as it pains us to admit, we no longer know what to do,” Cat Noir says. “Hawkmoth has been growing in power ever since Heroes Day almost two years ago. That was also the first time that his partner revealed herself.”

Vulpix was the one that typed in the command this time, into his flute. The hologram changed to show Mayura. The elegant woman looked even more dangerous with her fan allowing only access to her deadly gaze.

“This is Mayura,” Emerald Shell said. “She appeared on Heroes Day and foiled the closest time that the team had ever come to defeating Hawkmoth. She wields the peacock miraculous, which grants the power of Emotion, which allows her to make inanimate objects into guardians. Only they are now called sentimonsters. They are a monster created by a person’s negative emotions just like Hawkmoth’s akumas. While she is not as common as Hawkmoth, the two of them do combine their powers to give akumas a powerful allie.”

Emerald Shell typed in a command and pictures of some of her sentimonsters appeared around the image of Mayura. The moth creature that she usually gives Hawkmoth, Refleckdoll, the lollypop monster, and Feast.

“Why does she not appear as often as Hawkmoth,” Martian Manhunter asked.

“From our own research, and from what our kwami have told us, the peacock miraculous is broken,” Ladybug says. “In an effort to repair itself, it takes away the energy and life force of the person using it. Each time that Mayura transforms, she is risking her life.”

“You think she would actually risk her life just for Hawkmoth to succeed,” Captain Atom asked.

“Mayura has shown to be loyal to a fault,” Shadow Cat said. “The fault being that she is loyal to Hawkmoth. We also suspect that whoever she was had also allowed herself to be akumatized into Catalyst on Heroes Day in order to give Hawkmoth the needed power-up that he needed to do what he did.”

“What exactly did he do,” Green Lantern (John) asked.

“Catalyst gave Hawkmoth a power boost that he used in order to use his power on a massive level, allowing him to become Scarlet Moth,” Beautifly says. “He akumatized almost everyone that had previously been victimized by him. Dozens of his akumas flooded the streets while more of his akuma waited for others to feel negative emotions to infect them as well if they were not under the control of the mind-controlling akumas like Darkblade or Queen Wasp.”

Queen Bee shifted a bit at the mention of her second akuma form, but she got her composure back quickly.

“Hawkmoth had been able to accomplish that when he used a previous akuma to create an illusion of Ladybug being akumatized and killing Cat Noir,” Gladiator said. “All those people feeling the same negative emotion of fear and hopelessness was what allowed him to akumatize so many people at once.”

He typed in a command and the image of Mayura and her sentimonsters were replaced by a clip of what had happened during the parade played.

“And ever since Heroes Day, Hawkmoth has been getting a lot worse,” White Wolf says. “His akumas used to be a lot easier and were relatively harmless to even those affected by them. Like Princess Frangrance only hypnotized those that smelled her perfume and Silencer only took people’s voices. But then you compare that to Syren and Stormy Weather, both have caused natural disasters. Hawkmoth is getting deadly in his desperation for the miraculous.”

He typed in a command and the image changed to show the range of akuma that have happened over the years. Harmless ones like Mr.Pigeon, deadly ones like Queen Of Hearts, and natural disaster ones like Syren.

“We can deal with the akumas,” Ladybug says. “But with Hawkmoth constantly sending them out, we have no time or energy to put toward finding him and taking him and Mayura down for good.”

“Do you have any suspects,” Nightwing asked.

“We had a promising suspect in fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste,” Ocean Mage said. “He lives a secluded life away from people, butterflies are pretty common in a lot of his designs, and there was also that a lost grimoire had also been found in a secret vault by his son.”

“But we had to cross him off the suspect list when he was akumatized,” Tigress says. “But even our only suspect for Mayura puts him right back in the suspect pool.”

“You mean his assistant, right,” Red Robin was looking at the holographic screen over his glove, same as Oracle. “Nathalie Sancoeur.”

“She had had multiple doctor’s appointments ever since this Heroes Day you told us about,” Oracle continued for him. “And every time it is for the same thing. Dizziness, fatigue, constant headaches, and multiple coughing fits.”

“Yes, she is his assistant,” Shadow Cat answered. “She has also shown that she is incredibly loyal to Gabriel no matter how inhumane the things that he wants his son to do are. His diets and constant photoshoots should never be given to a teenager.”

“He also has a motive,” Cat Noir looked to be the most reluctant out of all of them on this topic. “Gabriel Agreste’s wife vanished about six months before Hawkmoth appeared and many assume that she is dead by now. He could desire to use the wish to either bring her back or to bring her back to life. Either would probably cause the balance to cause something horrible to happen.”

“If you suspect those two, do you also suspect Agreste’s son, as well,” Red Robin asked.

“That is the thing that we want to avoid,” Shadow Cat says. “Most of us know his son or have met him because he was targetted by an akuma. Adrien is known as the Sunshine of Paris. There is no way that he is involved even if those two are behind it.”

“We also do not want it to be true because that would also mean that Mr.Agreste put his own son in danger by sending akumas after him,” Lady Unicorn added. “It would also mean that Adrien would probably have his life destroyed if those two really are behind the attacks.”

“I am sure that he would greatly appreciate you all standing up for him,” Wonder Woman smiles at the teen heroes.

Robin had been staring at the group the entire time. He was not only the only blood son of the world’s greatest detective, but he also had a trained assassin’s eye. He noticed things that others didn’t. Like there was an unspoken bond and closeness between the black cat boy and the wolf boy. The other obvious couples seemed to be the horse and tiger girls as well as the dragon girl and snake boy. The fox and turtle boys were also definitely together.

“Is there anything else,” Superman asked.

The teens shared a look with each other. It seemed that this part was probably something that they had discussed before. Ladybug nodded to Cat Noir. He typed in a command and the image of a civilian girl appeared.

“Why does this girl have sausages on her head,” Red Hood asked.

Most of Team Miraculous did not even try to hold in their laughter this time. But they had to soon get back their composure since this was a very serious situation.

“This is Lila Rossi, daughter of an Italian diplomate,” Ladybug said. “She has been akumatized almost fifty times. She is mostly akumatized as Volpina, which is a poor copy of Vulpix and his powers. But she also has been akumatized into Chameleon, which is an akuma that can shapeshift into anyone or anything that she kisses, as well as Miracle Queen, which can create illusions that can hypnotize people. We believe that she is working for Hawkmoth since Volpina is the only akuma that could have created the illusion on Heroes Day.”

“Why does that make her a suspect,” Green Arrow asked.

“Because I didn’t purify Volpina’s akuma that day,” Ladybug says. “And since Hawkmoth had to akumatize another person into Catalyst after the illusion that was created, that meant that she was akumatized and didn’t tell anyone.”

“There is also that the mayor’s daughter, Chloe Bourgeois, sent us this,” Queen Bee types in a command.

Next to the image of Lila appeared a video that was obviously taken on a cell phone while a person was hiding. It showed Lila running toward an akuma and literally jumping up to snatch it out of the air. She then placed the akuma into the necklace that she was wearing and actually smirked as a glowing butterfly outline appeared over her eyes.

“Because of Chloe’s previous reputation of being a bully and a spoiled brat that likes getting others into trouble, she knew that only we would actually believe her when she gave us this video,” Ladybug says.

“There is also the fact that Lila is a pathological liar that puts on a sweet and innocent front that makes it almost impossible for people to see her as the horrible person that she really is,” Emerald Shell of all people basically growled.

“Lila has spent years telling tall tales about being Ladybug’s best friend,” Vulpix said. “As well lies about musicians like Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale, comic book artists like the writers of the Miraculous Adventures comic, fashion designers like Style Queen and MDC, as well as Adrien Agreste himself. Anyone that has ever called her out has had their lives ruined.”

“More research into her revealed that at every single school that Lila has ever attended, there has been either a suicide, a deadly accident, or a person getting greatly injured,” Viperion says. “All of them have been about kids that were once popular and loved, but their lives went to hell once Lila attended their schools.”

“You believe that this Lila girl is behind all of these things,” Superboy asked.

“We connected everyone that we could that was connected to her past victims,” Gladiator said. “They all said the same thing, that Lila came to the school with tales of grand adventures and their friend or child realized that she was lying. Then she would start whispering lies about these kids to all of her loyal listeners. She would make up stories about them bullying her, threatening her, stealing from her, talking behind their backs, anything that she could think of.”

“She would turn everyone that she could against them,” Ocean Mage crossed his arms. “Friends, teachers, principals, even family. There were those that killed themselves over the bullying they received, but it was actually worse for those that were too strong for that. Lila would then either cause an accident that would kill them or injure them in a way that broke them even further.”

“Take a look at this,” Tigress made an image appear of a kind-looking boy that looked to be from Spain from the background of the image. “This is Mateo Santiago. He went to the same school as Lila when she was in Spain. He was once a popular boy that had a gift for singing. He won countless youth singing contests all over Spain. When he heard Lila’s tales, he did his research and found her to be a liar. But just like all the others, she turned everyone but his family against him. But Mateo remained strong and did not let her or anyone get to him, confident because of how much he performed in front of others. So, Lila took that away from him.”

“See, Mateo was allergic to fish,” Beautifly took over the story. “It gave his throat a bad reaction, so he stayed away from it to keep his vocal cords safe. But one day, Lila managed to get into his locker and pour fish sauce all over his lunch salad. So when lunch came, he had an allergic reaction. He was taken to the hospital and the procedure that saved his life also damaged his vocal cords. He would be mute for the rest of his life. All of that because he knew Lila was a liar and tried to expose her.”

“Lila has been trying to do the same in Paris as well,” White Wolf says, making an image of a Chinese-French girl be exchanged for Mateo’s. “This is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Lila’s latest victim. See, Marinette is a fashion design hopeful and has already designed for those like Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Adrien Agreste, and even been noticed by Style Queen herself for a simple hat. Since she has her own connections, she knew right away that Lila was a liar.”

“You may notice from any research that you do that Vulpix, Emerald Shell, and Lady Unicorn have not always been those that wield the fox, turtle, and horse miraculous,” Cat Noir says, making images of three previous holders appear next to Marinette’s picture. “This is Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Pegasus. They were the previous holders of those three miraculous.”

“Did something happen to them,” Red Arrow asked.

“Lila happened,” King Monkey crossed his arms. “These three used to be friends of Marinette’s. Especially Rena and Carapace. But then Lila came along and Marinette tried to expose her. Lila managed to sway half of Marinette’s class into being her attack dogs to attack Marinette even if Lila looks even the slightest bit upset.”

“Marinette is a sweetheart,” Shadow Cat added. “She was the class president, got some of the best grades in her class, does charity work, babysits, helps her parents in their bakery, and has always bent over backward to help others. But Lila took most of that away with her lies. She probably would have destroyed Marinette if not for her having loyal friends.”

“Marinette has been the victim of physical, mental, and emotional bullying for years because of Lila,” Cat Noir looked ready to hiss. “But she remains positive the entire time. She’s transferred classes, has gotten a new phone number, and even uses a secret identity when she designs to keep Lila from claiming her designs as her own.”

“Lila has also chosen to act as a spy for Gabriel Agreste,” Ladybug’s fists were clenched tight. “She has used her lies to get close to him and he uses her to try and separate Adrien from ‘bad influences.’ Which is basically just Lila using more lies to try and isolate Adrien so that he would only have her. Adrien actually stays away as best she can, especially since she is sexually harassing him, but his father always gives them photoshoots together. She constantly threatens him by saying that with one word, Adrien will be back under house arrest by his father no longer letting him leave the house.

“Between her causing akumas, being akumas, Hawkmoth, and Mayura, we need help,” Beautifly says. “There must be something that you can do to help us.”

The league all shared looks with each other. These heroes have obviously been doing a great help if Paris is still standing, but they also look so tired and in dire need of their help.

“We’ll help,” Robin tells the heroes before the league actually answered.

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nautiscarader · 4 years

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Calm yo’ tits - a present fic for ZekkKiray

Rating: E, ladynoir/Adrinette (post-reveal), 9143 words (by notepad++ count, 8886 according to Ao3, so one of you is LYING)

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contains breastfeeding, lactation and mooificated large breasts.

Now, if you look at the tags (and the word count), and you know me, you might be understandably confused and worried that I might have been possessed, hacked by a Russian bot, or simply gone mad. The last part is very likely, but it is not the reason of this fic's existence.

The fic you are about to read is a present for my buddy, ZekkKiray, a vastly superior fic writer, who on one occasion quoted my works as inspiration for his, which solves once and for all the age-old philosophical dilemma, proving that something can indeed come from nothing.

I knew, to some extent, what his favourite kinks are, which sadly, were not exactly compatible with mine. So I needed to find a fandom we both like, and where I wouldn't have to worry too much about silly things like logic or common sense.

Enter "Miraculous Ladybug".

To put it simply, this fic is a bit of crack, I tried working some elements from my personal headcanons, and it doesn't break, assuming you don't push it too hard. More importantly, though, it's a birthday crack. Happy birthday, pal!

Also, this takes place after S3 finale.

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Sitting tensely in her chaise-longue, Marinette eyed her tutor and a temporary enemy with a keen eye. She has taken many exams in her young adult life, but this one might have been the most important so far. She concentrated on the small, levitating creature that flew that past her head, and when Tikki revealed a card, Marinette instantly replied.

- Zaggu, gnu kwami, the hero is Ram-page, and has ability to shapeshift terrain. Strong, but not too agile. Best pair with Pegasus for optimum efficiency. - she spoke quickly. - Yes! That's the last one! - Tikki cheered, flying to nuzzle Marinette's cheek.

For the past few days, Marinette has been extensively trying to fill in the shoes of Master Fu, as the new Miraculous guardian, and she has passed her self-imposed exam with flying colours, guessing each and every Kwami Tikki has tested her with.

- Well, if there are any challenging akumas, you will surely be able to know how to dispose of them! - Tikki cheered. - I sure hope so. - Marinette smiled - But now I have to study for actual exams, Tikki.

Marinette walked to her desk, took her college textbooks and opened them, her other hand already deep in the bowl of fruit snacks she prepared beforehand, knowing of the revision session ahead of her.

- Don't you want to study with Adrien? - Tikki flew by her head - Last time you said he's helped you a lot. - I wish. - Marinette sighed dreamily at the sound of her boyfriend's name - And he did, but...

Her cheeks suddenly became slightly deeper shade of burgundy, and she shied away from her Kwami. The mere thought of her boyfriend made her instantly forget about her duties, both as a college student and as a protector of Paris. She let herself indulge in a fantasy of what could happen if the two were put together in her room, and were given a choice between studying for a very boring exam, or doing anything else... However, Marinette had to exert some self-control, and with her friend acting like a second moral compass flying next to her, she had to abandon of her daydream.

- You know, this is quite an important exam, I don't want to be easily distracted and-Adrien!

She let out a gasp when her phone buzzed, and she grabbed it to answer at once. Tikki smiled, watching as her friend melts in her chair at the sound of Adrien's voice. Something told her she's not gonna do any revisions today.

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In his dark lair, Hakwmoth was listening. With closed eyes, he concentrated his powers to filter out hundreds of voices, trying to find the loudest and angriest, speaking with pure rage and despair.

He heard squabbling teenagers and forgot about them at once.

He heard depressed, neglected workers and didn't give them a second chance.

He heard a man crying, pitiful and heartbroken, because of his beloved pigeo-NO, NOT HIM AGAIN, THIRD SODDING TIME THIS MONTH.

Gabriel sighed and closed the aperture overlooking Paris. Finding a good source for akuma was sometimes surprisingly difficult. So many voices, so many possible candidates. And yet, again and again, he has failed.

Gabriel stepped down into the staircase that brought him down to his office, and was not surprised to find Nathalie waiting for him.

- Anything new for me, Nathalie? - he corrected his glasses - Just one call from the office of Coco Marocco. They asked for a call-back... - Nathalie paused and dropped her formal attitude - Gabriel, is everything alright?

She gently put her hand on his shoulder, and his body twitched in an instinct to brush it off. But he restrained himself, paused and took another deep breath.

- It's sometimes so... difficult. To find a good one... - I know.

He looked back at her and gave her a rare smile, saying much more than he could have at the time.

- I'll make the call, thank you.

Nathalie left his office, never taking her eye from him as she closed the door. Gabriel sat in his chair, leaned back and dialled the number.

"Hi there! You have reached the office of Coco Marocco, the finest brand of clothing this side of the equator. For English, press One. Für Deutsch drücken Sie bitte..."

Gabriel sighed and let the voice machine continue its job.

"... for business inquiries, press 7".

Gabriel quickly pressed the number, and was welcomed with the same, lifeless, mechanical voice.

"To access your account, please input the number..."

Without thinking, Gabriel typed the eleven-digit number on the tone dial, and waited for the next step.

"We apologise. In order to access your account, you need to speak the numbers", the voicemail said.

A small vein twitched on Gabriel's forehead. He spoke each digit, loud and clear, hoping beyond hope it registered properly.

"We apologise, please say the number again."

It took him two more tries to reach the next step, and he finally heard the familiar waiting music. The second it stopped, he started speaking, but he was met with even more disappointing reality.

"Hi there! Thank you for your patience. Your call is incredibly important to us. Your number in the waiting queue is... FOURTEEN".

The mobile phone crashed and broke into dozens of pieces when Gabriel tossed it across the room, careful not to destroy the painting of his wife that hid the entrance to his observatory.

- Why does it have to be so difficult? - he grumbled - Bunch of incompetent buffoons, making the easiest of things so much more difficult-

And then, a sudden burst of inspiration, privileged only to visionaries of his calibre, has dawned on him. He quickly got up and dashed to the elevator, not noticing that the crash alerted Nathalie to peek into his room, as he was too eager to bring his plan into motion as soon as possible.

When he stepped into his lair, he was Hawkmoth again, and he knew exactly what to listen for.

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The glorious weather outside taunted Nino to end his revisions early and go to the nearest park to bathe in the warm sunshine, but alas, he had to spend his day in the near-empty university library. Unable to concentrate, he took his phone and launched the app to check if the last paper has been graded, but was left with a disappointing, never-ending loading screen. He looked at the only other person in the room, sitting by the computer in the corner, and decided to break the ear-splitting silence.

- Hey dude, are the uni servers down, or something? - And when were they not? - the chubby student replied - The app constantly crashes, we can't even check anything, so I'm just loafing around.

Nino gave him - or rather his large neck - a curious look and decided to end the conversation swiftly.

- Well, at least tumblog works... - If only - his interlocutor replied, much to Nino's chagrin, without even taking his headset off - Ugh, why did they change the colour of the background again? - You okay, dude? - he looked at his freckled face, and the man gave him a contemptuous look. - Yeah. But you seem to be okay with using this sub-par version - he glanced at his phone.

Nino raised his eyebrow and glanced at his phone.

- What's wrong with that?

The man groaned.

- Ugh, where do I start? The app also never works, they haven't implemented half the features of the desktop version, they still show sponsored messages, I mean, not for me, I hacked them myself away, and the options, can you believe they dared to change the font, it's so unreadable now...

He took a sip of a drink he definitely shouldn't have been allowed to bring into the library.

- But the site is so full of idiots now, it's not even worth going there anymore. Can you believe there are people defending the new Flunkies game? They've added cut content DLCs now! All of them sheep, they will buy whatever you throw at them, and...

The guy continued to complain into what was now a Nino-shaped void, as he left quietly a minute earlier, slightly afraid that arrogance might be catching.

And he wouldn't be exactly wrong...

If Nino stayed, he would have noticed that the same window that finally tempted him to walk outside with its glorious view, became also a gateway for a dark-purple moth that landed on the student's headset, turning it into equally sinister shade.

Suddenly, the student's complaints, spoken into nothingness, fell on listening ears, and a voice spoke in his head.

- Anton, I am Hakwmoth. I have heard your eloquent delivery, and I must say, you are quite right. - I know I am - Anton replied, without missing a beat. - There are so many little things wrong with this world, and only you know how to fix them... - Yes, I wrote it all on my blog, but now they changed the tagging system, and they don't even filter by the- - The point is - Hakwmoth interrupted him - As all geniuses in history, you are underestimated. Like the Cassandra of the Greek myths, people do not believe you, despite you speaking the truth. But I can change that.

For the first time in rather long time, Anton listened, instead of talking.

- I can give you a platform to speak your wisdom, better than any social media would ever offer. I can give you the voice, and I can give you the chance to make others hear you... And to sway their views at once... - You-you can do that? - Anton asked excitedly, though remaining in his slumped pose. - Oh, yes. - Hakwmoth replied with an oily, greedy voice - All I need in return is for you to bring me Ladybug's and Chat Noir's Miraculi. They are wrong anyway, so they don't deserve them... Embrace my akuma, and rise-

Gabriel paused. He expected to feel something by now, but instead, he heard a quiet tapping.

- Are-are you typing? - Well, duh, someone is wrong on the Internet. - I was going to give you powers to do all of that a hundred times faster... - Gabriel spoke, unable to believe what he heard. - Okay, I'm done. - Anton spoke - What were you saying?

Stopping the urge to find a new herald of his will, Hakwmoth stomped in place and let the power flow through him and into his new apprentice, transforming his somewhat shaggy clothes into regal, red-and-golden attire. The chair he was sitting in merged into his body, becoming a golden, ornamented throne. And finally, the device around his head became a golden, conical-shaped object, perfectly suited for his new puppet, already fitting well in his hand.

- As I was saying... Rise, Echo Chamberlain, and correct the world, for only you know how. - I will! - the new villain spoke into his megaphone and flew out the library in his levitating chair, smashing the window to pieces.

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- Adrien!

Marinette jumped the last few stairs of her house and nearly tripped, but fortunately for her, she landed exactly where she wanted - in the arms of her boyfriend, meeting his lips a minute or so earlier than she planned. She smelled his trademark cologne, singed with his name, and she positively melted against his chest, blissfully forgetting about everything around her, until her mother's grunt brought her back to reality.

She jumped to her feet, fixed her hair and waved her parents goodbye, as the two walked outside for a stroll on the sunny day, with just a chance of studying in the park, in between kissing.

- How was the journey? - Marinette asked, eager to learn all about his latest business trip. - Well, nothing too out of the ordinary. I mean, for me. - he quickly added, afraid he sounded too immodest - I wish I could have brought you with me. - No biggie. I know how strict your father can be... - she leaned against his shoulder. - Hey, look, we should get some ice-cream!

Marinette eagerly pulled Adrien towards the famous André's ice-cream stand that now was parked underneath an old arch, and, predictably, has already amassed a small crowd, hungry for some cold refreshment. But as the two approached them, they heard an angry voice, dissonating with the rest.

- What do you mean you don't have chocolate chips? What kind of ice cream vendor are you? - a young woman was arguing with the poor ice-cream maker, who reacted to her anger with his usual jovial, kind behaviour. - Ah, but mademoiselle, I have other toppings, perfect for you! Brandied cherries! Candied walnuts! Peanut brittle! Or even... - he paused, before saying the next word with less enthusiasm in his voice - Sprinkles... - But I want my chocolate chips! - Excuse me. - Marinette gently addressed the angry woman - Don't you think you act a bit selfish? I'm certain André has been working so hard to bring us these phenomenal treats, it's not his fault he ran out of some of the ingredients... - Yeah - Adrien added quickly - And I think you will find some of these are as good as the one you crave, I can attest to that. - Plus, there are a lot of people waiting...

A shared murmur spread behind her, with people nodding, agreeing to Marinette and Adrien's polite reasoning. The woman sighed, and was about to accept the lesser version of her favourite dessert, but the next words she spoke left her mouth with a volume of hundreds of people.

- I WANT CHOCLOATE CHIPS!

Adrien and Marinette instinctively put their hands over the ears, and as they watched in horror, they might have just saved their sanity. Thre eyes of the people surrounding them glew with red tint, and the same people that a moment ago scoffed at the picky woman, now shouted with her.

- WE WANT CHOCLOATE CHIPS!

The two shared a concerned look, and they frantically looked around, knowing full-well it was a work of an akuma. Adrien spotted him first, a bizarre, red-and-gold man flying in his throne above their heads. They gave each other a nod and ran as far away from the crowd.

- André, run, it's an akuma! - Marinette cried, but it was too late.

The kind man now was roaring with them, demanding his own ice cream booth to give him chocolate chips, smashing it with his bare hands. Adrien and Marinette hid in an alleyway, and as soon as they could catch breath, their Kwami escaped their pockets, ready to transform them.

Two bright flashes of light later, Ladybug and Chat Noir escaped the same alleyway, following new source of cries and shouts. Ladybug shoot her yo-yo to climb onto the nearest rooftop, while Chat accompanied her onto his magical baton that propelled him into the air, so they could level with Hawkmoth's new puppet.

- You there! - Marinette shouted, gaining his attention - What are you doing to these innocent people? - And whatever it is, we are here to stop you!

The akumatised man laughed and rolled in the air in his throne.

- I am the Echo Chamberlain, and I have done nothing to them! I merely gave them the same voice I have. How dare these ice cream makers don't have the perfect ice-cream I want!

He grabbed his megaphone and spoke into it, emitting once more a deafening cry that reverberated amongst the buildings.

- People of Paris! Throw away your chains! Go to the barricades! And demand the ice-cream you want! Ha-ha-ha!

At once, the people beneath them, scared and cowering, stood up and rushed to the shops, big and small alike, chanting the same familiar phrase for their now-beloved condiment.

- You fool! - a sudden voice rang in Anton's head - I gave you the voice so you can get me Ladybug's and Chat Noir's Miraculi! - Oh, right. - he took his megaphone again - But before that, get me Ladybug and Chat Noir! They took all the chocolate chips!

Echo Chamberlain flew onto his throne, leaving Ladybug and Chat Noir with the horde of people, that now began surrounding them with his single command. The two thought that they were safe on the rooftop of the building, but the angry people began climbing each other, forming human ladders, and in matter of seconds, the two had to escape in the same way they got there to begin with.

- He's using some sort of mind control! - Ladybug spoke, when they landed on slightly taller building, though they've already heard the clatter of broken glass beneath them. - The akuma must be in his megaphone. - Chat added - Also, I never thought people like chocolate chips so much. - I don't think they do. I think he likes it, and so he makes other people like the same thing.

Ladybug took a cautious look down, spotting some people rushing away from the angry mob.

- And I think he needs to target like-minded people. Or at least those that share some form of opinion with him... - she pondered. - Great observation, but may I add one? Duck!

Chat Noir pressed Ladybug's head down as a carton full of ice-cream cones flew right through the space once occupied by her head. The two rushed to their feet again, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, escaping the swarm of zombiefied people.

- Maybe there will be fewer of them here... - Chat spoke, but he was immediately proven wrong by a sudden voice behind him. - Oh, do you think ice-cream toppings is the only thing that makes people angry?

Echo Chamberlain arose from behind the building, already aiming his megaphone at the ventilation shaft.

- How about... Mobile chargers! Don't you hate how they always get lost and get tangled?

The powerful sound wave reverberated throughout the building, and the small rooftop door quaked when a small mob of residents rushed to the top, with said chargers in their hands, ready to strangle the two. Ladybug tried sniping a few of them with precise shots of her yo-yo, but the crowd was too dense.

- My lady!

Chat Noir grabbed her and propelled themselves off the building, landing in the vicinity of the same park they were meant to not-study in. But as they landed, they were already surrounded by more hypnotised civilians, this time complaining en-masse about mosquitoes.

- There's too many of them! - Ladybug shouted, jumping onto the nearby lamp post and then onto the tree. - I mean, they aren't exactly wrong, mosquitoes are horrible... - Chat! - Ladybug scolded him - That's the problem, he is making these people aware of all those small, insignificant problems of their lives. - But everyone has those!

Chat Noir's statement suddenly sounded ominously, as the sea of multicoloured people of every race, size and age surrounded them. Each person beneath them complained about something, creating a powerful choir of cacophony.

- We need... we need something to calm them down all at once...

Marinette looked around, and suddenly, as she spotted André's destroyed ice-cream stand, she saw the bell he would rang to alert Parisians of his presence, and a smile appeared on her face.

- I know what to do! - she cheered - Follow me!

The two escaped the tree just as if it was bout to be uprooted, and the two traversed the Paris to land on an even more familiar balcony.

- Don't peek, I'm gonna change my clothes. - she gave him a quick peck as she opened the hatch door to her apartment. - I'd never think of doing that. - Chat grinned, prepared his baton and jumped to the ground to defend the Dupain-Cheng bakery from the horde of people.

Once she was inside, Marinette quickly opened her supplies cabinet. Under the multitude of sewing accessories lied the hidden, oval-shaped red-and-black object that once looked like an ancient music box. The new guardian took it and gently tapped the black spots on the Miraculous Box, and under her touch, the small drawers began opening, one by one, like petals of a flower, revealing the multitude of Miraculi inside. Each of the intricate jewels glowed with a magical light of its own, as if to invite Marinette to try them, but she already knew which one to pick.

She took a small, circular Miraculous and spoke its Kwami name, illuminating her room with calming, white light, as the small, furry creature appeared in front of her.

- There's no time to explain, I need your help. Tikki, unify!

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Meanwhile, Chat was getting more and more surrounded, forcing him to jump higher and higher, hoping the crowd would follow him and not Ladybug, trying his might to defend himself with his baton from the hypnotised masses, chanting their many inconsequential complaints that made them so strong.

- The prequels suck! - The sequels suck too! - Everything sucks!

As the mob was about to grab Chat, suddenly, he felt a familiar grip around his torso and his stomach did a somersault when he was dragged upwards, away from the crowd, as Ladybug reeled him on her yo-yo as if he was a fish.

- Thanks Ladybug, your timing is impecca-

Words got stuck in Adrien's mouth as he turned his head to meet his rescuer. At first, he wasn't sure it was Ladybug, but he recognised her yo-yo and her charming smile, though they were the only familiar element of her looks that remained. Only half of her original red could be found on her new costume, and the tidy, trademark polka-dots merged into black blots against white-brown rest of her costume. But it was the accessories she was wearing that truly befuddled Chat and forced him to pursue his curiosity, even if he was to be proverbially killed for it.

- My lady...! - Adrien stopped mid-way, taking another long look at Marinette - You... Your choice of fighting style is always impawssible to predict, but... Really, a cow? - What?

Marinette looked at herself, turning in place, as if to check if she's made a mistake choosing a Kwami to merge with, but once she ascertained herself, she shot him with a stern look.

- I'm not a cow. - she spoke quickly - The Kwami, whose powers I'm borrowing, is a yak! From Tibet! - Er, my lady - Chat raised his hands in defence, trying not to stare too long at the horns that adorned her head now - With all the respect, half of your costume is white with black spots, you have a ring in your nose, and you wear a cowbell around your neck... - IT'S NOT A COWBELL! - Marinette stomped in place - It's a Tibetan singing bowl, used for meditation. The Kwami told me so. - And what was its name?

With some hesitation, Marinette looked at Chat, whose lips curled into a sly smile, somehow foreseeing the answer and using every ounce of his intelligence to prepare a comeback.

- Lhamuu... - she whispered. - Lha...MOO - Chat articulated, his smug grin becoming unbearable to look at. - Oh, shut up! - Marinette yelled - We have an Akuma to defeat. - You're right, we should get mooving.

The superheroes nodded and jumped once more into the crowd of people under the super-villain's control, a plan already forming in their heads.

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- What's this?

In his observatory, Hawkmoth looked through his puppet's eyes at a sight he most certainly didn't expect.

- Ladybug... is a cow. - he muttered, unable to believe his borrowed sight. - Actually, it's a yak, you can tell by the horns, they are quite common in Asia and- - Never mind that! - Hawkmoth interrupted him - Ladybug has acquired a new power! That means she's wearing two Miraculi! Get them at once! - Is it "Miraculi" or "Miraculouses"? Or does this word even have plural form? - Anton pondered - I think there was a thread on Ladyblog about it, and- - THEY CAN BE CALLED "CROISSANTS" FOR WHAT I CARE, JUST GRAB THE JEWELS! - On it.

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Anton's throne flew closer to the two superheroes, who kept fighting the overwhelming crowd of people. Though banking on disappointment from recent block-busters wasn't unreasonable, he decided to play on even more delicate strings. He took his megaphone and spoke one word that electrified the masses and angered them all.

- Don't you just hate... CAPTCHA?... yes, it's because of Ladybug and Chat Noir you have to solve those stupid riddles, finding fire hydrants and whatnot! Destroy them!

At once, the mass of people acting, ironically, like radio-controlled robots, roared with pure hatred and began swarming towards them climbing onto balconies, just so they can get to them. Chat took a step backwards, knowing the crowd there was equally dense. But just as he was about to secure Ladybug, she did something utterly unpredictable.

With grace and skill only she possessed, SHE jumped off the rooftop, right into the horde of people, ready to tear her apart.

- My lady!

From the rooftop, Chat watched as Ladybug landed on the plaza, and let the crowd of people encircle and approach her from every side. And though he was afraid, he also had faith in her, strengthen only by her charming smile and a wink she sent him, while the shouting mob surrounded her.

- It's time to use... The Bell of Clarity!

Marinette touched the bowl affixed to her neck, enveloping herself in a delicate, yellow light, grabbed what looked like a ring in her nose and swiftly pulled it, revealing it to have two small balls on each side, and twirled around, ending with a stylish, victorious pose. With her new weapon in hands, she reached it, and gently stroke the bowl with the metallic ring, letting its vibration travel towards their target.

A powerful sound wave surrounded her, spreading in all directions, engulfing more and more of space, finally reaching the ears of the hypnotised people. When the note rang in their minds, they stopped, appearing confused and disoriented, as they suddenly lost the connection to their master's words.

- No, no, get them, you idiots! - Echo Chamberlain shouted through his megaphone.

Marinette stroke the bowl a second time, producing a more melodious tune. The crowd of like-minded zombies became even less coordinated, much to the supervillain's anger. And when she gently began moving the ornamented metal ring across the bowl's edge, instead of producing a single note, it began singing, its soothing melody finally dispelling the charm put on the people.

- No! You have to listen to me! I am right! - Anton took his megaphone and began speaking into it again - The games now suck! The-there are micro-transactions everywhere! The-the toilet paper! It's never turned the right way around! There is product placement in movies!

But no matter how many annoying details about life - or rather lack of it - he spoke of, the crowd remained calm and peaceful, unified with the sound of Ladybug's bell, that spread across the city each time she hit it.

And just when he was about to think of some new annoyance, something hit him from behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Chat Noir, wrestling with him, his baton already locking his arms from reaching his tool of control.

- It's time to dethrone your highness! Now, Ladybug!

At once, Ladybug shoot the yo-yo, grabbing the megaphone, while Chat and Echo Chamberlain wobbled in the air, each trying to overpower the other. But as soon as Ladybug got her hands onto his prized tool of control, it was over. She broke it in half, releasing the purple akuma, she then gracefully caught with the same yo-yo.

- By bye, little butterfly... - she spoke to the purified Akuma, watching it, as it flew away. - Miraculous Ladybug!

A storm of light, radiating from her engulfed the city, repairing the damages caused by the entitled mobs. As for the Echo Chamberlain, he found himself in his regular, not-levitating chair, and only thanks to Chat Noir's strength he didn't hit the ground.

- I believe it was yours. - Ladybug handed him the headset. - Y-yeah... - Anton stuttered. - Uh, Ladybug, I... - That's okay, Anton. - she spoke calmly - We all get upset sometimes, and we all think we have all the answers. - But maybe it's better to walk outside every once in a while, and, say, have some ice cream? Regardless of toppings? - Chat Noir added, giving him equally warm smile. - Y-yeah...

The two watched as the man waddled away, pondering what his behaviour has done. Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other and bumped their fist with a cheerful "Pound it!".

- So, the Bell of Clarity, eh? - Chat Noir leaned against the wall, watching as his partner affixes her new accessory once more to her collar. - Jealous of my new toy, kitty? - Ladybug shot him with a mischievous grin - It has quite powerful properties, I should tell you about that some time, since I've been studying all the Kwamis and... - Nah, I was just pondering the name...

Marinette eyed him suspiciously, noticing the familiar smirk appearing on his face, about to turn into a full, unashamed grin, but when she did that, it was too late, as words already left his mouth.

- It's "Bell of Clarity"...or Clara-bell, if you will.

The Tibetan singing bowl made one last, long, pronounced note as Marinette struck Chat's head with it, putting an end to his jokes and another successful mission.

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Another tune, this one of pure sorrow filled the air, as Hawkmoth roared in anger, his voice echoing in his evil lair atop the Agreste mansion.

- Preposterous! I have been defeated by a superheroine dressed like a cow! - I think she was a yak, Gabriel. - Nathalie added - SHE HAD A RING IN HER NOSE! - he yelled, slamming his fists against the floor, as he collapsed onto his knees - I HAVE A HEADACHE!

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Far away from Hawkmoth's prying eyes, as well as many security cameras they've learned to evade, two superheroes were celebrating another victory in a way that became almost a tradition for them. There was a time when Marinette would be utterly shocked at the mere thought of kissing in public, let alone exposing herself there, but the years of serving as a protector of Paris has changed her mind. At some point, she started treating entirety of Paris as her home, with every dark alleyway and rows of chimney that hid them from the rest of the world, and with that notion came the desire to express herself and her love in the open air. And it certainly helped that her boyfriend was a horny tomcat.

Though she would have preferred if Chat pushed her against her soft bed, she didn't mind the cold, sturdy surface of a building they were kissing against. With his relentless, but delicate caresses, there was no place on Earth where they wouldn't be feeling comfortable, and something told her she would be soon melting in his arms or underneath his body.

And Chat was especially meticulous today, as he wanted to make sure that he'd cover every millimetre of her new costume and find out if her new alter-ego changed something with her preferences regarding making love.

- Chat... - Marinette moaned and curled her toes, tightening her legs' grip around his body. - I've had you as a Ladybug...

Chat pressed her against the wall, his hand already on her crotch, and his fingers dug through the latex costume that parted underneath his gentle, yet steady caresses.

- ...then as a mouse...

She let out a short squeak, almost mimicking her timid, Multimouse persona, as he continued undressing her using his claws and teeth.

- Then as a Rena Rouge... do you remember that? - How-How could I forget? - Marinette gasped, her hands sliding up and down his slim, but muscular body - Especially since Alya was filming us...

Chat let out a deep purr of approval, letting his lips and tongue take action, as he leaned against the skin on her neck. And while he was busy peppering her skin with kisses, Marinette decided to continue diving into their memories, perhaps just so she won't have to moan in anticipation of her lover's next, carefully planned move.

- And-And do you remember when Mister Bug used Lady Noire's face? I've never thought he would be so rough... - Mhm, most certainly... - Chat purred, nibbling on her ear, both actions making Marinette's skin shiver - Turned out white goes very well with your the black mask... And, well, rest of the costume too... - Naughty kitten... - And now, I'm gonna be with you as a... - Chat paused, looking up at his lover - ...a yak. - It's fine, you can say I'm a cow. - Marinette rolled her eyes, leaning in for a kiss. - And how should I call you? - Figured you would kiss first and ask names second...

She spoke those words in somewhat croaky voice, after Chat's kiss successfully left her breathless. She tightened her grip on him and looked him in the eye, seeing the familiar, fiery spark of lust that could lead them on a predictable route.

- Yin Yak - she answered - That's the name of that-that superheroine... - Marinette paused, trying to silence herself from another surge of pleasure building up in her loins. - So, would you be Lady-yak? - Chat kissed her breasts through her costume, yearning to feel her costume splitting apart - Or Yin-bug? I have to say, I am purrplexed and confused...

Marinette cupped his face and brought his face millimetres away from hers, just so her next words could firmly root themselves into his mind.

- I will tell you how I want to be called. - she paused and without losing a bit answered - Yours.

With her words acting like a spell, Chat Noir smiled and in a single move tossed her into the air, and caught her with his arms again, letting her legs spread. And as he did so, a rip in her costume appeared, under Chat's most delicate of touches, as a final proof of Marinette's consent and her yearning for her lover. Marinette yelped when his fingers brushed the now-exposed skin underneath her partially-torn costume. In response, she yanked his bell and slid it down, finally laying her eyes on his naked, alluring body.

- It's so much easier for you... - Are you complaining about an incredibly minor inconvenience? - Chat paused - Be careful, or you're gonna get akumatised too...

They giggled and closed their eyes, preparing for a kiss, but as their lips were about to meet, Chat found that something began pushing them away. And when the two looked down, they couldn't help but gasp at the sudden development happening right in front of them.

- What the-?!

Both Adrien and Marinette stared at her chest, or more precisely, her breasts that sprung from beneath her costume, ripping it completely and showing properly how enlarged they've become. And neither of them could tell which one was more surprised of the sight that greeted them. Her usually perky, medium-sized breasts now felt like two balloons that became inflated the moment Chat parted the way of her costume, though despite their size they seemed to defy laws of physics, never truly succumbing to gravity. As if in disbelief, Chat gently cupped them, and only under his touch, Marinette could feel how much they have grown, and that they were in fact still parts of her caresses-starved body.

- They-they are huge! - Marinette gasped, stating the obvious. - Indeed they are... - Adrien licked his lips - I have to admit, I am enjoying your new superhero form more and more...

Marinette gasped when she felt Chat's breath around her nipple, even more sensitive than usual, as his lips closed around the nub, a lot bigger and more pronounced now. And while his tongue lapped around her areola, his left hand caressed her other breast, exploring the new, vast territory he was going to conquer.

As Marinette whimpered under Chat's caresses, he moved from left side of her enlarged bosom to the other, finally taking a dive between them, licking the alluring valley between the voluptuous,breasts on both sides of his face. He looked up, meeting Ladybug's widened eyes, seeing the mixture of pleasure and lingering shock in them. He gave her one final kiss, and asked sheepishly.

- My lady, I'm not doing anything wrong, am I? - Can you hear me complain? - Marinette smirked - I have no idea what happened, but keep your mouth busy, kitty.

She gently pushed his head back between her huge bosom that almost engulfed Chat's head. Suddenly, she felt his kisses everywhere across her sensitive skin, causing her to moan without any care. They were still hidden, at least partially, since she fully expected her breasts might now expand like a portable raft and take the entire space of the rooftop.

Of course, she knew why this happened. Though Chat was joking, her Kwami certainly had a few bovine traits, and her arousal must have accentuated those even more, just like Chat's claws could tear through her otherwise indestructible suit as if it was papier-mâché when his animalistic needs got over him.

As her kisses became more and more ravenous, her legs slowly gave up, and that gave Chat a chance to sneak his arms underneath her back and raise her leg up, just so his access to her dripping sex could be easier. With her left leg on his shoulder, his fingers continued the delicate dance against her pussy, while his tongue lapped at the skin around her nipples.

- Cha-Chat!

Marinette threw her head back, hoping her lover would bring her to her climax soon, and when Chat closed his lips around her nipple once more, just to contain his scream, she felt something new. An exhilarating, electrifying surge rushed through her, and at the same moment as Chat's eyes opened wide, while his fingering slowed down, though with his new discovery, she didn't exactly blame him.

Once he understood what was happening, Chat smiled and doubled his efforts, suckling on her teat, just so he could taste the delicious, sweet milk she began producing.

- My lady, you are... full of surprises... - he spoke, once he took a healthy gulp of her essence, watching as it dripped onto her large breasts.

To her bewilderment, when Chat brought his lips back to her nipple and continued suckling her milk, she felt the pleasure rising again, and with the newly found source of enjoyment, Marinette realised she couldn't think straight, especially when Chat resumed the moves of his hand again, spreading her folds.

But this time, as his muscular body came in contact with hers, it became obvious he was eager for more than simple finger play. He moved his hips in tune of her moans, sliding his exposed cock along her folds, eager to her her begging. And sure enough, once his name left her lips, he dived between her wet, soaking folds, just like his head dived into the valley of her breasts, equally leaking from anticipation.

Marinette let out another prolonged moan. Chat often made love to her this way, pressing her against walls, often just meters away from busy streets, but never before has her body changed. And now, to each of Chat's thrusts, her enlarged breasts reacted accordingly, bouncing up and down around Chat's face, though every once in a while her lover's thirst for her milk caused one of her mounds - or rather mountains - to remain in place, while he feasted on the liquid ambrosia she kept producing.

Adrien thought that he might have harder time keeping his lover up, and bouncing her with the extra baggage, but it turned out that the opposite was true. She felt lighter, giving him chance to exert a bit more pressure and dominance over his lover, much to her enjoyment. Ladybug dug her fingernails into Chat's shoulders, pushing him against the cushions of her bosom, letting his entire face stimulate her much larger and more sensitive area.

With each kiss Chat placed around her nipples came another deep thrust, reaching further and further into her yearning sex that coated his cock with her juices, only helping his cause of sliding as far as possible. And with that storm of sensation, it came as no surprise to Marinette that her mind slowly started going blank, and she began chanting Chat's name like a mantra, begging him to help her reach the peak he promised her, hearing only his grunts in return.

Their shared orgasm made their joined bodies shudder; at the same time, walls of Marinette's pussy contracted, desperate to contain Chat inside her, coating his crotch with more and more of her juices; then the torrential jets of his warm seed shot up her sex, right against her womb, filling her to the brim. And then, just when she thought she was finished, she felt a new form of warmth on her chest, when milk began spurted from her breasts, though the stream quickly found its way to Chat's mouth.

With each of Chat's final, weakening thrusts, the effects began anew, forcing her lover to switch suckling on her nipples, thirsty for her nectar, as if to use it to replenish his essence he kept flooding her with. But as their juices were leaking out, so was their strength, and even Chat's muscles had to give up at some point.

The two collapsed on the rooftop, still hidden by the shadows of the construction scaffolding, though at this point, Marinette truly didn't care if their love making has been heard, or observed by anyone; with her enormous breasts people might think it's some sort of stunt anyway. Her lips found Chat's and she tasted a new flavour, a sweet one that sent shivers down her spine, when she realised what it was, and she understood at once why Chat was so desperate to milk her.

The same flurry of kisses that drove her to her peak didn't stop, as Chat made sure to pepper her breasts with as many of those as possible, at the same time giving her ample time to recover from her equally explosive orgasm.

And as her mind, hazed by pleasure, slowly returned to reality, a new plan formed in her head, and with a quick, but difficult to pull off maneuver - a drawback of the new addition to her body - she rolled and pinned Chat to the ground, much to his surprise.

- My lady?

Chat's ears perked up when he saw her move along his naked body, leaving a trail of kisses as well as her milk along it. And when she reached her destination, she shot him with a mischievous, sly smirk that would have turn his legs to jelly if he wasn't downed already.

Her delicate fingers closed around his half-lips cock, bringing his sensitive tip to her mouth, and as her lips brushed his skin, it twitched satisfyingly in her hand, signalling he was ready again.

- You just lay there, kitty, and let me take care of you...

Marinette's soft, velvety voice, spiked with just a trace of lust worked its magic on Chat right away. Though Marinette might have been surprised by the sudden changes to her body, the superheroine adapted to them at once and decided to put them to good use. Her voluptuous, wobbly breasts engulfed Chat's hard cock, as Marinette proceeded to give her first tit-job of her life, given that now she had proper equipment for it.

As Chat got lost in her ample bosom, he threw his head back, filling the air around them with low purr of delight, followed by prolonged moan when Ladybug's mouth met with his cock's head upon her first bob. it was equally fascinating for Marinette to watch as Chat's length is enveloped by her breasts, and how she can now stimulate far more of him than when her mounds were small an perky.

She had to keep an eye on his legs that twitched with every few seconds in response to her caresses. Chat's claws closed around the nearest edges, after frantically trying to find one to push away his oncoming climax, and his slim, but muscular torso arched from time to time, in sync with Marinette pushing her massive breasts up and down.

To make things a bit varied, she slowed down her moves, replacing them with a bit of her tongue-work, much to Chat's delight. Marinette could distinguish her name being muttered by her lover, begging her to finish her love torture, but the superheroine had none of that. While she was certain Chat would love nothing more than jump to his knees and face-fuck her, she wanted to prolong his pleasure as much as she could, knowing full well of the building and boiling climax in his loins.

As her tongue ran around his head, Marinette had to steer away to taste her own body, still covered with traces of milk she was leaking, and when the same tongue returned to his tool, Chat moaned again, feeling the liquid she was mixing with his pre-cum, almost as if he could taste it again. Once more he was privileged to see how the once-shy superheroine pushed her limit of perversion with a kink neither of them expected to enjoy an hour earlier.

And it was that knowledge (combined with her dedication to bring Chat to climax, as she started bobbing her breasts up and down again), that drove Chat to his edge, turning his moans incomprehensible begging only Marinette could understand and reply to. She waited until Chat's eyes would meet her again, and spoke to him taking breaks from kissing his swollen tip ready to burst.

- You, kitty - she started - You like my milk... But I...

She pressed her hands against her breasts, wanting to completely envelop Chat's cock between her massive breasts.

- ...I prefer cream.

A loud, yet weak cry of defeat escaped Chat's lips at the same time as first rope of cum flew from his swollen tip, landing straight across Ladybug's face, forcing her to close her eyes momentarily, though she opened them a second later, just so she can marvel at Chat's virility.

Just as second rope of cum was about to decorate her face, Marinette opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, inviting Chat to change his aim, though with his cock still engulfed by her breasts, she was much in control of the trajectory, and with some difficulties, she has managed to fill her mouth with the thick, sticky seed, getting the first sniff of the pungent and aggressive, but alluring taste and smell of her lover.

Three more streams of his cum landed in Marinette's lips, before her treatment has emptied Chat's balls, and the heroine could swallow the veritable pool of Chat's cream sitting in her mouth. She did it without breaking the eye contact with him, making sure he'd hear the guttural, gulping noises as his essence travelled down her throat, his warmth, taste and smell lingering far longer thanks to its consistency. He must have been saving for days...

But that wasn't complete end of Chat's climax; long after he stopped supplying Marinette with his seed, he withdrew from between the heavenly trap of her breasts, and another strands of his seed adorned them, prompting Marinette to perform action she wasn't able before, due to how much bigger and more supple her breasts have become. She pushed her breasts just up enough so she can lick off each and every drop of cum Chat left, as if it was the most delicious meal she wouldn't let go to waste. And the sight of expression on Chat's face was a reward already, aside of the familiar, musky aftertaste that reminded Marinette who has just marked her as his. Not to mention that as she squeezed her breast, Chat's essence mixed with her milk, adding a new taste of sweetness to his salty one.

Marinette revelled in the overwhelming storm of tastes that filled her mouth, and that indulgence gave Chat opportunity to counter-attack. Though he was pressed to the ground by her body and her breasts that now were a significant part of it, the superhero easily rolled her to her back, his head already back between her mounds, licking the milk that has managed to leak during his climax.

- I'd say that's a tie, my lady. - Of course you'd say that. - Marinette chuckled - You just want to get comfy and drink milk, and I just happen to have what you need...

In response, Chat let out a soft purr, as he nuzzled himself into Marinette's breasts, never taking eyes from his lover. Marinette reached and toyed with his untidy golden hair, and her charming smile managed to lure him from between her breasts for another long-needed kiss.

And just when she thought she would be given some time to relax, Chat Noir yanked her legs upwards, pressing them against her body, trapping her enlarged breasts between them, squishing them even more, which made them appear even larger.

- Sorry, Ladybug, but you are just too appetising to not ravish...

Marinette yelped when Chat's hard cock entered her again, and she felt Chat's delicious weight on top of her. She knew her new form would drag a very primal string in his masculine mind, and she did not object when he jumped to his feet and pushed her into a mating press, ready to engage in deeply animalistic form of love making.

His hips worked twice as hard than previously, wanting to reach as far into her throbbing, needy sex as possible, and while he was leaning over her, he was given once more chance to taste her delicious milk, each time he plunged himself inside her.

Ladybug's legs dangled above their heads, in sync of his ravenous thrusts, and as Marinette met his eyes, she had no doubts what drove him into his frenzied state. She knew that her kwami chose to make her look like a perfect mating partner, and that Chat was making sure there was enough milk for his kittens...

Their frantic bucking lasted shorter than they expected, but the same, wild thought they shared pushed them over the edge at the same time. Chat grabbed her thick thighs, buried his face between her breasts that erupted with milk, and in turn flooded her once more with his virile seed, bringing their shared fantasy to completion.

Chat collapsed on top of her, landing his head across Laybug's vast breasts, once more basking in their sweet glory. When their lips met again, they could both taste it, and the two lovers fell into a tight embrace.

The two were blissfully unaware that in the mean time the sun has gone down, but that only meant there will be less light for onlookers to catch them.

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Standing by the kitchen counter, Marinette concentrated on making another batch of freshly baked sweets, so then they can be ready in an hour or so when the bakery opens. It was the quiet before the storm, but Marinette enjoyed those early morning hours... especially when she had someone to help her.

Adrien sneaked up behind his girlfriend, peppering her exposed neck with kisses, while his hands gently travelled up and down her waist, though once he saw what she's been making this whole time, his caresses stopped,and he let out a satisfying purr. On the counter lay several, hemispherical pastries, glazed in white marzipan, each adorned with a candied cherry on top, and the longer Adrien stared at them, the more he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

- Well, our adventure has certainly given you some inspiration, Marinette. Your original design? - I wish. - Marinette snickered - Those are called Saint Agatha's breasts, it's an old, Italian treat.

She handed him one, watching as his fingers dance on the shiny surface.

- It does remind me of what happened yesterday, though... - Adrien smiled, before taking a bite of the sugary coating. - I might have double-glazed them just like you did me.

Marinette brought her finger to his mouth to collect a small crumble of marzipan stuck to his lips, and predictably, her boyfriend wasn't just ravenous for sweets, as he quickly licked her finger clean too.

- Adrien! - Marinette pulled back and rushed to the sink - Warn me next time... - Okay, here's a warning..

Adrien chuckled, closing his arms around her belly once more. He sneaked his mouth to her neck, while his arms separated, each travelling closely to one of her erogenous zones. His left hand dived underneath her apron and tried getting into her panties, while the right one caressed her perky breasts, and as soon as his fingers began toying around her nipples, Marinette addressed something that has been on her mind.

- You miss them, don't you? - You know that I love you exactly the way you are... - Adrien answered tactfully - Don't lie, kitty - Marinette interrupted him. - You are, alas, only a man, therefore, I know you liked when my rack was three times the size of my current one. - Fine, if you want to, then I will say it - he kissed her neck - But just because I had more of you to love. Is it okay if I admit that I do slightly miss them? - If you'll keep finishing inside me, like yesterday, then I can assure you, you'll get them back very soon...

Marinette yelped, when his hands travelled back to her hips and spun her around in place, but once she met his face, she closed her arms behind his neck without missing a beat, just in time for his comeback.

- Is that a warning, or an invitation?

Adrien raised his brow, watching as her face reddened.

- Tell you what, I'm gonna finish in five minutes, and we might find out. - If you'll wear this apron then I will finish in five minutes... - Adrien!

#miraculust #mlnsfw #ladynoir #adrinette #lemon #nautiscaraderfics

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Career Planning Prompt of the Day

For The Man Who Has Everything...

Emilie Agreste awoke in her own bed; a seemingly familiar experience for her, but one that she had not enjoyed in over a year. As her eyes opened, she saw her husband sitting on the other side of the bed, still in his pajamas, his own eyes riveted upon her.

"Darling," she smiled, "I promise you that I will not melt away like a soap bubble. This is not a dream... unless it is I who is the dreamer."

"You are a dream that never left my mind once, all the while that you were away," Gabriel smiled back. His pleasant expression faded abruptly, however, which did not escape his wife's notice.

"You are troubled. What is it?" Emilie asked him. "Are you all right? Did the... 'wish' take more out of you than you had admitted?"

"Surprisingly," Gabriel mused, "the Wish itself was not nearly as taxing as I had suspected. These," he said, showing off a ring and pair of earrings held loosely in one hand, "are most definitely not toys. I feared that restoring you to health might drain my own life... or that of Adrien... or someone else close to us. Outside of the strain of the ritual itself, though, I have noticed nothing amiss."

"Who did pay the price, then? If what we had been told about such magic was true?" worried Emilie.

"I do not know. We may never know," Gabriel sighed. "A karmic debt added to my already lengthy ledger."

Emilie sat up, looking quite concerned. "What you have told me about what you had to do... the damage done, the lives impacted, those poor children who opposed you!" she whimpered. "You do not suppose that the Wish targeted them, do you?"

"Again, I do not know," shrugged Gabriel. "My final villain did not slay them; he seized their Miraculous under cover of a deep and paralyzing darkness that he created. Once he had them, he came straight to me, and I do not know what became of the two of them after that."

He squirmed slightly at his wife's penetrating stare. "What?" he asked. "This was not a personal vendetta. I needed their Miraculous, not their lives or even their identities. I did not wish them harm beyond my aggravation at their persistence."

"Hmmph," grunted Emilie, clearly not satisfied.

"Emilie, my dear, I have something of far greater import weighing upon my mind at the moment." Gabriel opened his hand and allowed the two Miraculous to spill upon the silken bedsheets. "You do realize what we possess, what lies between us right now, do you not?" he asked her.

"...Of course I do," she nodded. "Had I not experienced what they are capable of firsthand, I doubt that I would believe it..."

"We are not the only people who understand," intoned Gabriel. "The children... I suspect that they are no longer any sort of threat. They are powerless, their mentor has been neutralized... but, consider. Who was that mentor, really? Where did he come from, carrying with him such astounding artifacts? Whom does he answer to? Who else knows the true power that these represent?"

"No one knows that you were Hawkmoth... correct?" reasoned Emilie. "So no one should know to look for us in particular."

"A teenage girl in magical Spandex nearly figured me out," snorted Gabriel. "I have appeared in public in costume, and my disguise as Hawkmoth is hardly elaborate. With such carelessness on my part, I am mildly surprised that no one else has come seeking the Moth."

"And now Hawkmoth is triumphant... and, a short time later, I return as mysteriously as I had disappeared," Emilie agreed. "A bit more than a coincidence for those already suspicious. We must remain on guard."

"Or must we?"

A slight smile returned to his face as he continued. "We have in our possession three of the most powerful magic items ever created, do we not?" he asked. "Creation at its most elemental. A force of primal destruction that could crack continents. And a tiny purple genie whose powers of transformation I have only begun to properly consider."

"While that is true..." Emilie worried.

"It is true. With that kind of raw power, we could live like a king and queen, anywhere we wished. We could command armies, topple governments, wipe away opposition with our very thoughts. We could change the world in so many ways, and not just for our own personal benefit, either!" His eyes shone brightly, an intensity returning to his face. "Imagine ending world hunger, homelessness, unnecessary conflict. Being the puppetmasters responsible for a brighter future for all... whether or not we remain in the shadows ourselves."

"Or tuck them away in the safe and pretend as if nothing had ever happened," Emilie countered. "Having them at our fingertips should we ever need to use them... but avoiding drawing further attention to ourselves. If we can."

"Also an option. And so, my dear, I must ask you a most pertinent question..."

Gabriel leaned in close to his wife's face and reduced his voice to a near-whisper.

"What would you like to do today?"

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #prompt #if someone asks you if you want to be a god... you say YES!#fanfic

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slightly-nerdy-rambles · 5 years

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Robstarweek Day 4: Behavioral Fever (Prompt: Fever)

Out of all this week’s prompts, “Fever” gave me the hardest time. I wasn’t really interested in going the obvious route of “Robin/Starfire is sick and the other one has to take care of him/her,” but the prompt didn’t really inspire any creative reinterpretations for me, either. In the end I went for having them both take care of someone else, and while it still isn’t my favorite entry of the week, I think it turned out all right.

Plus, now we all get to learn something about insect health *insert “The More You Know” pic here or something*

Behavioral Fever

It had all started when Cyborg found Silkie curled up on top of the fridge. This by itself was not seen as a big deal – the little mutant had a habit of wandering anywhere and everywhere in Titan’s Tower, and with three flying residents it was a trivial matter to get him back down.

But then he made his way onto the fridge again, and then planted himself in a patch of sunlight filtering through the window and refused to budge, and then he insisted on curling up right next to Starfire when she went to bed that night. He was less active, too – lethargic, it seemed – and when they discussed his odd behavior the next day, Robin managed to piece together a pattern in Silkie’s chosen resting spots.

Warmth. It was as good a lead as any to go on, so after some more discussion on how they were supposed to figure out the changing needs of a heavily mutated bug, Cyborg and Beast Boy took to the computer and started some research on what could cause an insect to suddenly start favoring heat.

What they found was “behavioral fever” – an instinct many cold-blooded animals had to seek out warmer than normal temperatures when they were sick, as a germ-fighting strategy not unlike how mammals’ body temperatures raised in a normal fever.

That was two hours ago. Now Starfire was sitting cross-legged on the roof of Titan’s Tower, one hand on Silkie’s back as he slept curled up in her lap. Her other hand fluttered nervously as she debated whether it would be too much to form a low-powered starbolt as an impromptu heating lamp.

She didn’t turn when the rooftop doorway opened behind her, but she could tell by the cadence of the approaching footsteps that she had been joined by Robin.

“How’s he doing?” he asked, sitting down next to her.

Starfire’s brows furrowed, and she stroked the larva’s back. “I… I do not know,” she said, her voice wavering. “He does not wish to eat or play, but neither does he vomit or… or…” She sighed and turned to face him. “Robin, I do not even know what else to look for!”

Robin placed a comforting hand on her back, but she could tell from the pinched fabric in his mask that he was worried too. “Hey, you’re doing the best you can. At least he doesn’t have any new symptoms, right?”

Starfire sniffled and hugged Silkie a little closer to her, careful not to jostle him and wake him up. “I suppose, but I cannot help but feel that I am a bad caretaker.”

Robin frowned. “Starfire, why would you think that? Killer Moth was the one who mutated and used him without thinking about his health, and I think we’ve figured out a lot about how to take care of him since we got him.” He moved closer and reached his arm around her shoulders.

Starfire managed to give him a thankful if watery smile, and she leaned a little into his touch. Her expression crumpled after a moment, though, and she let out another sigh.

“I just wish I could do more for my little bumgorf.”

Robin hummed in quiet agreement and rested his chin on her shoulder, looking down at the sleeping larva. They stayed that way for several minutes, neither talking because there wasn’t much else to say. Their pet was sick, hopefully with just a simple cold (or whatever the equivalent was for a mutant insect), and there was little more they could do than keep an eye on him and wait.

At length, though, Robin stirred again and announced, “I think it might be time to head inside.”

Starfire pursed her lips and glanced over at him. “But it is warmer up here.”

Robin frowned a little and scooted himself around until they faced each other.

“Star, you’ve been out here for almost two hours,” he said gently. “It can’t be healthy to just sit there and stress.”

He glanced over her shoulder. “…Actually, I could have sworn Beast Boy was supposed to be coming with–”

As if on cue, the door slammed open behind Starfire, who jolted in surprise. She turned her head to find Beast Boy standing in the doorway, practically draped in blankets and looking every bit as concerned as she felt.

“Okay, I’ve found all his favorites plus a couple others and I think this one’s heated?” he rattled off, holding up one of the blankets at the last part.

Starfire smiled a little at this, and with a low sigh she stood up. “I suppose you are right,” she admitted to Robin, then turned to Beast Boy and added, “and I believe the heated one will work best.”

Beast Boy’s expression relaxed somewhat and he nodded, shifting his pile around while Starfire held Silkie close and Robin walked up beside them.

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More time passed and the knot in Starfire’s chest began to ease. There weren’t any alerts that day, and the Titans found themselves spending most of their time in the common room, near where Silkie had been tucked in to rest and recover.

Everybody pitched in. Cyborg managed to tweak something in the heating element of the electric blanket Beast Boy had found, to keep it from overheating Silkie. Beast Boy fashioned it and some of the other blankets into a sort of half-fort, half-cocoon, that Silkie could fit into relatively snugly but still crawl out of when he needed. Robin kept him supplied with water, and little bits of food for when his appetite came back. Raven even used some of her healing magic to ease his symptoms a little, although she warned that she couldn’t overdo it or his body would stop fighting the illness.

Even so, Starfire couldn’t quite seem to pull herself away. She managed to keep herself from hovering over and crowding Silkie, but she spent most of the day on the couch near where his cocoon-fort was set up. She would talk with the others or read or play games for a time, and then after an hour or so she would find herself looking over to make sure he was okay.

Because of this, it didn’t really come as a surprise to her when she dozed off for a little while and awoke to find that it had gone dark outside and she was the only one left in the common room. By rote, she scooted herself over to the edge of the couch and peeked over at her charge.

Silkie was fast asleep, his thorax rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Starfire sighed and leaned onto the arm of the couch, pillowing her head on her arms. She really should be getting to bed herself, but…

The low swish of the hall door broke her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to find that Robin had reentered the room. He smiled when he saw that she was awake.

“I thought you’d still be out here,” he nearly whispered, making his way over to her.

Starfire sat up. “I am… unsure if I am ready to leave,” she confessed.

Robin nodded, and as he rounded the couch, she saw that he was carrying a couple more blankets. “I had a feeling. I have a little experience with getting stuck on something you’re worried about, but I figure this is better than a supervillain case.”

He offered one of the blankets to her, and she accepted it with a small smile. “In fairness, you have gotten much better about that since Tokyo,” she commented.

Robin chuckled. “Thanks,” he said, unfolding the other one and sitting down to pull off his boots.

Starfire perked up in surprise. “You will be sleeping out here as well? I thought that was considered improper in this culture.”

Robin shrugged. “The couch is big enough that I can take the other end and give us plenty of space, or I can sleep on the floor if you’re uncomfortable. Cyborg won’t let me hear the end of it if he finds out, but I don’t see any other issues.” He looked up at her, and his gaze softened.

“The biggest thing I’ve learned on this team is that it’s better not to take on these things alone. If you need someone to help you check up on Silkie so you’re not up all night, I’m there for you.”

Starfire just looked back at him for a moment, and she could feel her pent-up tension melt with his presence and his calm assurance. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

“I do not mind us both sleeping on the couch, if you do not,” she said gently. “And… Thank you.”

Robin mimicked her actions, smiling again as he climbed up onto the couch. “For you, Star? Anything.”

#Teen Titans #Robin #Starfire #robstar #robstarweek #Silkie #writing #prompt #fanfiction #add can insects get fevers to the list of weird things I've put in the search bar for writing purposes

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For the week of 22 July 2019

Quick Bits:

A Walk Through Hell #12 concludes what has been an excellent horror tale from Garth Ennis, Goran Sudžuka, Ive Svorcina, and Rob Steen with another trip into existential terror as we’re given a glimpse of what this is all about and what’s coming.

| Published by AfterShock

Action Comics #1013 keeps a lot of plates spinning as it works through elements of “Year of the Villain”, Event Leviathan, the ongoing Invisible Mafia story thread, and the Rose and Thorn revival. It’s kind of impressive as to how it remains entertaining and engrossing with as much going on.

| Published by DC Comics

Age of Conan: Bêlit #5 is another ending this week, as we finish off Bêlit’s coming of age origin story, as she confronts the Stygian priest and lays claim to her title of Queen of the Black Coast. Great art from Kate Niemczyk, Scott Hanna, Andrea Di Vito, and Jason Keith.

| Published by Marvel

Amazing Spider-Man #26 introduces us to the new Sinister Syndicate fully as they plan an attack on Boomerang. It’s kind of funny to see him still getting into trouble even now that he’s trying to stay legit. Great art from Kev Walker and Laura Martin.

| Published by Marvel

Ascender #4 gives us a few surprises in the fight between the vampires and the resistance. The grey washes, with mixes of red, from Dustin Nguyen on the vampire’s throneworld is very impressive.

| Published by Image

Batgirl #37 launches the new creative team of Cecil Castellucci, Carmine Di Giandomenico, Jordie Bellaire, and AndWorld Design with part one of “Oracle Rising”. There’s a nice battle with Killer Moth, emphasizing what some villains are doing in order to try to get noticed by Luthor to receive the offer, while playing up the expense that goes into crimefighting. Also, the Terrible Trio unleash something probably not too good.

| Published by DC Comics

Dark Red #5 concludes the first arc as Chip and Evie try to fight off an army of Nazi vampires. It’s good, with some nice funny moments. Great art from Corin Howell and Mark Englert.

| Published by AfterShock

Detective Comics #1008 is a straight-forward single issue story of Batman and Joker at the circus from Peter J. Tomasi, Doug Mahnke, Jaime Mendoza, Dave Baron, and Rob Leigh. It’s a refreshing change of pace from the extended arcs, even as it sets up a new threat in the “Year of the Villain” offering.

| Published by DC Comics

Dial H for Hero #5 gets a little meta as we dive into the Multiverse, the Heroverse, and the Bleed from Sam Humphries, Joe Quinones, Scott Hanna, Jordan Gibson, and Dave Sharpe. The use of breaking through panels, reproductions of old comics scenes, and a variation of styles just deliver phenomenal storytelling.

| Published by DC Comics / Wonder Comics

Dungeons & Dragons: A Darkened Wish #2 continues to fill in the backstory of the adventurers’ time with the White Sails, introducing us to the pitfalls that harried them, before giving more hints in the present of the nightmare that tore them apart. B. Dave Walters, Tess Fowler, Jay Fotos, and Neil Uyetake are delivering an entertaining fantasy tale here.

| Published by IDW

Fearless #1 is a new three-issue anthology mini-series spotlighting a number of the women of Marvel, both characters and creative talent. This first issue leads off with a continuing lead feature from Seanan McGuire, Claire Roe, Rachelle Rosenberg, and Janice Chiang, as Sue Richards, Carol Danvers, and Storm prepare to visit a girls camp as motivational speakers. There’s also an entertaining Mille the Model back-up from Leah Williams, Nina Vakueva, Rosenberg, and Chiang. And a very funny Jessica Jones story from the Captain Marvel team of Kelly Thompson, Carmen Carnero, Tamra Bonvillain, with Chiang. Though short, that last story is pretty much worth the price of the issue alone.

| Published by Marvel

Five Years #3 sees Tambi meet with Ivy and Julie to discuss that various nations around the world are dangerously developing Phi-alloy technology. Also a surprise appearance of people we thought were out. Great art as always from Terry Moore.

| Published by Abstract Studio

The Flash #75 delivers three stories for this extra-sized anniversary issue. The lead concludes the “Year One” arc. This is some of the best art that I have ever seen from Howard Porter, he and Hi-Fi just deliver amazing artwork here. There are also two back-ups, one hinting at things to come in the future for Barry and the other tying in to “Year of the Villain” as Captain Cold receives Luthor’s offer.

| Published by DC Comics

Guardians of the Galaxy #7 begins the second arc, “Faithless”, from Donny Cates, Cory Smith, David Curiel, and Cory Petit. It really introduces us to the new Universal Church of Truth as they take out an entire squadron of the Nova Corps and then worse things happen as the Guardians go off to investigate. I love the name for the Guardians’ new ship and that final page is one hell of a shock.

| Published by Marvel

History of the Marvel Universe #1 is an interesting project from Mark Waid, Javier Rodríguez, Álvaro López, and Joe Caramagna. It’s framed as Galactus telling Franklin Richards (at least I think that’s Franklin Richards) the history of the universe before it dies and the next is reborn. As expected, it’s dry facts, but it’s fascinating in how it’s comprehensively presented and the artwork from Rodríguez and López is jaw-dropping gorgeous. There are also annotations in the back to show where these events come from. It’s well put together and I highly recommended it to die-hard Marvel fans.

| Published by Marvel

Invisible Kingdom #5 concludes the first arc with an almost entirely one-sided battle between the Sun Dog and a Lux battleship. G. Willow Wilson, Christian Ward, and Sal Cipriano elevate the tension nicely through this issue and give a few surprises when everything seems grim and it looks like the end.

| Published by Dark Horse / Berger Books

Killer Groove #3 wonderfully showcases one of Jackie’s cases as it intertwines with the music scene and criminal underworld. Ollie Masters, Eoin Marron, Jordie Bellaire, and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou are doing a nice job with this series of crafting one larger story out of many separate smaller tales.

| Published by AfterShock

Lazarus: Risen #2 is another dense read. The series has always been hefty, but this new format has elevated things further, doubling up comics content and adding a prose short story, the letters pages, and extra content like gaming material and the usual in-world advertisements. I’m loving it. Greg Rucka, Michael Lark, Tyler Boss, Santi Arcas, Simon Bowland, Adam Christopher, and Crystal Frasier are definitely giving you your money’s worth and more here. Excellent comics content as the war between Carlyle and Morray/D’Souza heats up.

| Published by Image

Livewire #8 pits Amanda versus Jada for a final round. It’s still interesting how practically everyone is trying to portray Amanda’s actions as harmful and villainous. Great art from Kano.

| Published by Valiant

Martian Manhunter #7 sees J’onn and Diane uncover some of the results of the experiments that have been going on with the kidnapped and missing people, it’s horrifying. Incredible and haunting artwork in this one from Riley Rossmo and Ivan Plascencia.

| Published by DC Comics

Marvels: Epilogue is a short, but sweet, coda to the Marvels series from Kurt Busiek, Alex Ross, John Roshell, and Richard Starkings. It spotlights events from X-Men #98 through the eyes of Phil Sheldon and his daughters, capturing some of the awe, wonder, and terror that Sheldon experienced during the main series. The book is filled out with an interview with Busiek and Ross on their experience with the series and what it’s like to look back on it 25 years later, as well as interviews with the editors who worked on the book.

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Middlewest #9 sets out a new quest for Abel as he comes across the Nowak people. Skottie Young, Jorge Corona, Jean-Francois Beaulieu, and Nate Piekos are continuing to make magic with this series. The art is beautiful and the story is endlessly captivating.

| Published by Image

Psi-Lords #2 continues to investigate these four captives, changed for whatever reason by the Psi-Lords, and the habitat of their prison. An interesting jail hierarchy of gangs is revealed and a bit of a memory of the four’s lives before being captured. Gorgeous art from Renato Guedes.

| Published by Valiant

Star Pig #1 is weird. Very weird. Delilah S. Dawson, Francesco Gaston, Sebastian Cheng, and Shawn Lee give us the story of a kid on her way to space camp whose ship is struck and destroyed by an asteroid, saved by a space pig and a scavenger energy ball. It’s probably one of the more unique tales I’ve seen in a while.

| Published by IDW

Sword Master #1, like Aero before it, features two stories. In the first, Greg Pak adapts into English a tale from Shuizhu and Gunji of the titular hero, Lin Lie, and his quest to find his missing father. It’s an interesting start and the artwork from Gunji is gorgeous. The back up original story pairs Shang-Chi up with Lin in a story from Greg Pak, Ario Anindito, Rachelle Rosenberg, and Travis Lanham. It follows up on their appearance in the New Agents of Atlas tie-in to “War of the Realms” and presents an interesting antagonist on their trail.

| Published by Marvel

Valkyrie #1 is a wonderful debut from Jason Aaron, Al Ewing, CAFU, Jesus Aburtov, and Joe Sabino. We get some continued supporting cast from Jane Foster’s time as Thor, although with a new status quo, and an interesting hook in trying to track down Dragonfang, the former Valkyrie’s sword. The art from CAFU and Aburtov is beautiful.

| Published by Marvel

Warlord of Mars Attacks #2 continues this crossover of John Carter and Mars Attacks. It’s interesting how it incorporates Edgar Rice Burroughs’ stories as actual things in this world and explains how Mars as a dead planet and one as teeming with life as Barsoom could exist simultaneously.

| Published by Dynamite

The Weatherman Vol. 2 #2 gives us more of a look at the nightmare that has consumed Earth as the crew attempt to find the doctor who might be able to fix everything. It goes about as well as could be expected. The monster designs and execution from Nathan Fox and Moreno Dinisio are incredible.

| Published by Image

Web of Venom: Funeral Pyre #1 is another one-shot catching up on the wider world of Venom as we barrel headlong into Absolute Carnage. Cullen Bunn, Joshua Cassara, Alberto Alburquerque, Jay David Ramos, and Clayton Cowles give us a great story checking in with Andi Benton, the former Mania and occasional sidekick to Flash Thompson’s Venom.

| Published by Marvel

Wonder Woman #75 continues “Return of the Amazons” from G. Willow Wilson, Xermanico, Jesus Merino, Vicente Cifuentes, Romulo Fajardo Jr., and Pat Brosseau. This arc basically brings Wilson’s run around full circle to deal with some of the elements that kicked off her first issue as Diana faces off against Grail. Some really nice double page spreads with border art from Xermanico.

| Published by DC Comics

Other Highlights: Archie #706, Archie vs. Predator 2 #1, Bone Parish #11, Books of Magic #10, Clue: Candlestick #3, Curse Words #23, Doctor Strange #16, Farmhand #10, Freedom Fighters #7, Grumble #8, House of X #1, Justice League Dark #13, Lumberjanes #64, Magic: The Gathering - Chandra #3, Magnificent Ms. Marvel #5, Marvel Action: Avengers #6, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #41, Night Moves #5, Redneck #22, Secret Warps: Arachknight Annual #1, Shuri #10, Star Trek: The Q Conflict #6, Star Wars #69, TMNT: The Rise of the TMNT - Sound Off #1, Tony Stark: Iron Man #14, The Wicked + The Divine #44

Recommended Collections: Black Panther - Book 7: The Intergalactic Empire of Wakanda Part 2, Go-Bots - Volume 1, Harrow County: Library Edition - Volume 3, House of Whispers - Volume 1: The Power Divided, James Bond: Origin - Volume 1, Lodger - Volume 1, Lumberjanes - Volume 12, Savage Sword of Conan - Volume 1: The Cult of Koga Thun, Self/Made, Star Wars Adventures - Volume 6: The Flight of the Falcon, Thor of Realms, William Gibson’s Alien 3

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Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 7

A/N: My darling little pumpkins!! You guys spoil me!! Thank you so much for all your sweet words!! I love and appreciate every single one of you!! You know the drill: lmk if you wanna be added to the tag list and if there are any mistakes!! Here’s chapter 7!! Smooches!! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 3000+ (sorry not sorry) Warnings: Ok pumpkins, this chapter is a little heavy. There’s violence, blood, assault (not sexual) and thematic elements. Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ Addie did a once over in the mirror, dressed in black flats, a pair of black leggings and a big, scoop neck sweater, throwing her green and blue hair up in a messy bun. She still couldn’t get Baron’s actions out of her mind. They were so tender, treating her like she was his everything. His hands had touched her so delicately as he tended to her bloody skin. She couldn’t explain it, but the way he held her protectively in his arms made her feel whole. She wished so badly that it was Baron she was watching the lunar eclipse with instead of Dolph. Addie paced back and forth trying to decide whether or not to cancel with Dolph altogether. Opting to cancel, she reached for her phone just as there was a knock at the door. Sighing, she put on a fake smile and opened the door. There stood Dolph with a blanket under one arm and a bag of varied snacks in the other. “Hey cutie! Ready to gaze at the sky?” Realizing that it would be rude to turn him away, she smiled and nodded. “I’m so excited.” She said as she took the blanket from Dolph, but regretted it when he put his arm around her shoulders. “Let’s hit the road then, shall we?” As they walked down the hallway they passed a very concerned looking Alicia Fox. Addie offered her a soft smile and a small wave as she and Dolph boarded the elevator. Not being able to shake the feeling that something was wrong, she ran to her and Aleister’s hotel room. Looking up, Aleister smiled at his wife once she closed the door, but frowned when he saw the distress on Foxy’s face. “What’s troubling you, my love?” Aleister asked, walking towards her and taking her into his arms. “I saw a swarm of black moths above Addie’s head. I mean obviously it wasn’t real, but it was a sign! I’m afraid something bad is going to happen to her!” Nodding, he kissed Alicia’s forehead followed by her lips. “We need to tell Baron. For now, I’ll cast a tracking spell so he can find her before disaster strikes.” While Aleister went to work on his spell, Alicia ran to Baron’s room, pounding on the door. She could hear his angry growls as he grew closer. “Someone had better be dying.” He said through gritted teeth as he yanked the door open. “Addie’s in danger!” Was the first thing to leave Alicia’s mouth. “What the hell do you mean?! Where is-“ “No time to explain. Come with me, Aleister should be done with the tracking spell by now.” She said as she grabbed Baron by the wrist and pulled him to her room. When Foxy and Baron entered the room, Aleister was sweating profusely, chanting in a language Baron didn’t recognize. Alicia furrowed her brows as she rushed to Aleister’s side, careful not to touch him. “Dolph is a smart bastard.” Aleister said once he finished his incantations. “It would seem that the weasel hired another witch or warlock to block their location. Chances are they’re not too far from where Dolph and Addie are. I can only give you a vague idea of their location. Once there, we need to find whoever is casting the spell and make them stop, by any means necessary.” “We?” Baron and Alicia said in unison. “Adelina has always been kind to my coven and I. Alicia and I love her so we will join you. Besides, I’m the best warlock there is.” He said with a smug smile. With that they left the room to get reinforcements. —- The cool night air was crisp as Dolph and Addie laid out the blanket in the perfect position to watch the lunar eclipse. The sky was so clear and full of stars, she swore she could almost touch them. Toeing off her shoes, Addie sat crisscross on the blanket but stiffened when she felt Dolph sit right behind her, his legs on either side of her as he pressed his chest to her back. He was closer than Addie liked so she leaned a little forward trying to put some distance between them but was stopped when Dolph started rubbing her arms. “Damn cutie, you’re freezing.” He whispered in her ear. Something felt off, he was way too close. Just as she was about to say something she felt his breath on her neck right before his lips on her skin. Alarms were going off in her mind. “Dolph, w-what are you doing?” “Relax babe, I’ve got you.” He murmured against her shoulder as he snaked his arms around her waist. ‘Ok,’ Addie thought to herself ‘it’s definitely time to get out of here.’ She tried to move away but Dolph tightened his hold on her. “Dolph, let me go.” Panicking, she tried to pry his hands off of her but felt her heart stop when she looked down and saw claws where his hands should be. Fight or flight kicking in, she began to struggle against his grasp, clawing at his arms in hopes of escaping. “Let me GO!!” —- Baron, Ruby and Corey ran through the woods at lightening speed following the luminous sphere that Aleister conjured to guide them to Addie’s location. Aleister held onto Corey’s back as Alicia held onto Ruby’s. Baron promised himself that he wouldn’t leave without his luna. Finally pulling his head out of his ass, he decided to claim Addie as his mate, his other half and he’d be damned if he lets that filthy rogue take her from him. ‘We have to hurry!’ His wolf growled, ‘something isn’t right, I can feel her fear! If you hadn’t been so stubborn, she wouldn’t be in this mess!’ Growling, Baron had no time to argue as he pushed himself to go faster, using all his strength to save his mate. —- Addie screamed for help but was pushed onto her stomach as Dolph quickly crawled onto her back. “Easy Addie,” His voice deep and horrid, ”the more you fight it, the more chance you have of slicing your skin.” Feeling sharp teeth against her shoulder, her blood ran cold at the realization of Dolph’s intentions. Terrified, Addie began bucking her hips in a desperate attempt to get him off of her. Letting out a monstrous growl, Dolph easily pinned her hips to the ground with his weight. Aggravated, he tore into the collar of her sweater, ripping the fabric from her body, exposing her shoulder to Dolph’s waiting mouth. Sobbing, Addie begged him to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. All Dolph could see and hear was the pain he was going to cause Baron by taking his luna. Oh yes, that sweet little tidbit had found it’s way to Dolph’s ears and he was more than happy to take Addie from Baron. Running his tongue against her sensitive skin, he laughed coldly when he felt Addie shutter and heard her whimper, still fighting for her freedom. Struggling was useless. Still, Addie fought with everything inside her, clawing at the ground trying to pull herself out of his ironclad grip. She felt his grasp give just a bit, feeling the slightest bit of hope, she continued to fight. However, Dolph let out a deafening roar before Addie felt a searing pain in her shoulder as warm liquid slid down her skin. Everything stopped, the night grew silent, her blood curdling scream the only sound. —- As his paws tore through the earth, Baron smelt the air, a sharp bitter scent hitting his nose. “THERE!!” Aleister yelled, pointing them in the right direction. ‘Warlock...’ his wolf growled as they followed the smell. As the scent grew stronger, there sat a man shrouded in a black mist, no doubt a spell of protection. Looking at Aleister, Baron nodded his head, signaling for him to handle this. Corey came to a halt as Aleister jumped from his back. Baron, Ruby and Corey all stood at the ready, waiting and salivating at the chance to tear into the warlock! Aleister conjured a spell as a glowing red orb flew towards the mist, but barely weakened it. Trying a different spell, striking blue lightening from his fingertips, Aleister still couldn’t penetrate the force surrounding the man. Pulling a knife out of thin air, he motioned for Alicia to join him. Holding out her left palm, he sliced the delicate flesh then sliced his own hands. Alicia poured her blood into his palms conjoining their blood, giving her strength to Aleister. Allowing their blood to pool in his palms, Aleister closed his eyes as he muttered an incantation. Opening his eyes, which were now solid black, he thrust his hands forward as bright streams of white light shot from his hands, destroying the shield around the warlock and breaking his spell. Ruby and Corey were ready to attack. They launched themselves towards the man in question, pinning him to the ground. Baron slowly stalked towards them, licking his sharp teeth as he snarled at the man on the ground. Without any hesitation, Baron pounced on the warlock responsible for aiding the man who wanted to harm his luna. The sound of tearing flesh and the warlock’s screams filled the night air, a warning to all dumb enough to come after Addie. When all was silent, Baron heard a sound that shattered his heart. Addie’s scream pierced his ears. Oh goddess. Was he was too late? —- Addie dug her nails into the cold earth, her mouth opening in a soundless scream as tears streamed down her face as she weakly tried to pull herself free. Dolph sunk his teeth in deeper and harder, trying to still her when she started to squirm away from his razor sharp teeth. Releasing her flesh, Dolph lapped at the blood gushing from her skin. His tongue felt like sandpaper as it scraped at the new wound. He let out a dark chuckle once he was pleased with his work, admiring the marred skin. “Oh sweet little Addie, wait til Baron sees his precious luna now. A sobbing mess, baring another wolf’s mark where his should be.” licking her neck to emphasize his point. “He’ll never have you now.” Laughing darkly. “I’ve won....” Whimpering, Addie used the last of her strength to summon her voice. “Y-You’ve won n-nothing.” She whispered, closing her eyes. “I’m d-dying. Cancer. I’ll b-be dead in a f-few months with m-my heart still b-belonging to Baron. Y-You...” she coughed, blood dripping from her mouth, turning her head just enough to look him straight in the eye, “You. Lost.” Her head falling back to the ground. Furious by her confession, Dolph raised his clawed hand to strike Addie. A howl cut through the cold night air stopping Dolph’s actions as he snapped his head in the direction it came from. “NO!! How the hell did he find us?!” Addie laid there, too drained to move, watching as two large wolves emerged from the forest followed by Alicia and Aleister. When the two wolves separated, an even larger wolf stalked towards them. Dolph watched in horror as the warlock’s head hung from Baron’s mouth. Addie weakly stretched her arm out to Alicia, silently pleading for her help. Alicia ran to her side, kneeling next to her while throwing a ball of light at Dolph, causing him to roll off Addie’s body. Crying tears of relief, Addie tried to push herself off the ground. Alicia gently pulled Addie’s head onto her lap, wiping the blood from her mouth. “Shh, shh. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be ok.” Alicia softly cooed to her friend, grimacing at her mutilated shoulder. Enraged, Dolph stood to attack Baron, but fell to the floor as his body began to violently convulse. He screamed in agony, arching his back off the ground. Baron stood there, laughing at his pain, until he remembered the inscription from Michael’s book: ‘If a lesser lycanthrope were to perform such a ritual, both shall meet a most gruesome end.’ Howling, Baron changed as fast as he could back to his human form, Aleister conjuring a pair of sweat pants to cover his bottom half. Ruby and Corey changing as well. Kneeling in front of Dolph, Baron grabbed his jaw, forcing the rogue to look at him. “Alright, asshole. The way I see it is you have two options; either I let your ass die,” He said, glaring at Dolph, “or I save your sorry life and you join my pack. Obeying. My. Every. Word. Which will it be?!” Dolph was pissed off, not only had he failed in staking claim to Addie, but now the very man he hates is the only thing that can save him. Letting out another scream in pain, Dolph gave in. “Fine.” He muttered. “Beg.” Baron smiled cruelly, “Please save me.” “What’s that?” “PLEASE SAVE MY LIFE! PLEASE!” Dolph screamed in agony. “Please what?” Oh, that was salt in the wound, but after what he put Baron’s luna through, Dolph deserved it. “Please, alpha.” Dolph said, bitterly. Smiling wildly, Baron extended his teeth as far as they would go and latched onto Dolph’s shoulder, reveling in the pain he was putting him through. Once he was done, he threw Dolph to, a now clothed (thanks to Aleister) Corey and Ruby. “BARON!” Alicia yelled out, “She’s fading!!” Baron ran to Addie’s side, delicately taking her from Alicia, cradling her to his bare chest. Growling at the damage that Dolph inflicted on his poor mate. She didn’t deserve this, Baron was going to make it special for her. Take his time with her, make her feel priceless as he worshipped her body. “Hey little rabbit, don’t quit on me just yet, I still need you to keep my ass in check.” He whispered, stroking her hair. “Open those pretty eyes for me.” Scrunching her face, she opened her eyes, staring up at the man she had slowly fallen in love with. “B-Baron?” She wheezed out, giving him a weak smile, struggling to bring her hand to his face. “I’m here, sweetie.” He took her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her nearly cold palm then pressed it to his cheek, nuzzling into her touch. “I’m s-so cold.” She whispered, had it not been for Baron’s heightened hearing, he would’ve missed it completely. “Listen to me Adelina, I can save you. I can make all of the pain go away, the cancer would leave your body and Dolph’s mark would be erased but I need to have your permission.” Baron said into Addie’s hair. “H-How?” She asked weakly, struggling to keep her eyes open. “I’d have to bite you, turn you into a werewolf.” He felt her body tense up at the mention of being bitten again, a small whimper escaping her lips. “Addie, baby, you have my word that I’ll do my best not to hurt you. It won’t be like what that jack off did to you.” “P-Promise?” She whispered. “Promise.” He reassured her, kissing her temple. Clamping her eyes shut, she held on tightly to Baron’s shoulders and nodded her head. Her body tended as she bit her lip, waiting for the pain. Sighing, Baron felt his anger start to bubble again realizing that Addie was expecting him to hurt her because of Dolph’s cruel actions. With a gentle hand, Baron turned Addie’s head to the side, exposing her shoulder that wasn’t mauled from Dolph’s bite. Bending his head, he ran his nose from her shoulder, up her neck and settled just below her ear. “I need you to relax, kitten.” He whispered, “It’ll hurt for a little bit then you’ll feel amazing.” He reassured her, placing a small kiss below her ear. Taking a deep breath, Addie relaxed a little in his arms. Meanwhile Baron silently pleaded with the moon goddess to heal his mate, to let his bite save his luna. Glancing up at the sky, his teeth elongated and his eyes went from brown to blue. Lowering his head to her shoulder, he kissed the tender skin right before he softly growled. Addie was about to ask him what was wrong when she felt his teeth penetrate her flesh. Arching her back, she let out a cry in pain. Baron could feel her nails dig into his arms as her blood rushes into his mouth, the strong metallic scent hitting his nose. Pulling her hair from its hair tie, he ran his fingers through her hair to try and calm her. Hearing her soft whimpers, it was all he could do not to detach his teeth from her shoulder. Feeling that he had bitten her long enough, Baron dislodged his teeth, licking the bite mark in hopes of soothing her pain. Everyone watched and waited anxiously for the change to happen. It should happen almost immediately. Why was nothing happening?! Baron felt his heart drop as he realized that he couldn’t save her. He had failed. Addie looked into his eyes, smiling weakly as if she could read his mind. She recognized the look in Baron’s eyes. She had seen it in the faces of all those who knew her mother. The faces of friends and family members at her father’s funeral. The faces of her doctors when they told her she was dying. Her face whenever she looked in the mirror. This look was an old friend of Addie’s. Death. It had seemed to have been her constant companion since she was born. At least she was here in the arms of the man she loved. There were worse ways to go. Baron felt his heart shattering into a million pieces. He pulled her closer to his body, kissing her cheek, her jaw and her temple. He watched as she closed her eyes and nuzzled into his chest. She let out a weak giggle, causing Baron to give her a confused look. “Hey, eyes on my Addie.” He gently commanded. “Why are you laughing?” “Oh, the i-irony of it all. I’m,” her breathing began to shallow, “I’m in y-your arms...” She coughed again, wincing in pain. “Who would’ve th-thought that the d-day I die would b-be the happiest day o-of my life.” Baron felt all the air leave his lungs as his heart shattered into oblivion. Tears filled his eyes as he stared at his mate. How could he have been so stubborn?! Alicia held onto Aleister for dear life as she sobbed watching the scene in front of her. Ruby knocked Dolph out as she looked at Corey, both feeling as though someone had ripped their hearts out. “L-Lay me on... on my b-back.” Addie barely whispered, “I w-want to see the s-stars one last,” she coughed, her entire body shaking, “one l-last time.” Baron complied, laying her gently on the ground, holding her in his arms and watched her as she gazed at the stars. “So.... beautiful....” turning her head towards Baron, “H-Hold me c-close Baron, don’t let me go.” She whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks, “T-Tell me you love m-me and want me to b-be yours f-forever!” With tears if his own, he pulled Addie to his chest, kissing her lips. “I love you more than anything in this world, Adelina.” He looked her in the eyes, “I swear to you, I’m never letting you go again. I will love you forever.” Smiling, she touched his face, whispering “I, I love yo...” her hand fell from his cheek as her eyes closed for the last time, her final breath leaving her body. Baron pulled her body to his as he laid his head on her chest. Bitter tears fell from his eyes, his body racked with wretched sobs. He had lost his luna, all because he allowed his ego to get the best of him. Throwing his head back he let out a heartbreaking howl for his lost mate. Corey and Ruby released howls of their own, mourning the loss of their friend and luna. “I’m so sorry.” he whispered, burying his face in her neck. “Will you love her?” a soft voice asked.

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a/n: Please don’t hate me too much!!! I swear this isn’t the end!!

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whosxafraid · 6 years

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Married Life Meme: Luka and mah sistah Beth (dealers choice of verse)

Meme: Married Life Meme Status: Open

Round and round the stone is spun between fingers that can not speak its tongue. Round and round the memories turn, and one by one escape.

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor

Actions unsuited for a lady. But he hardly much remembers how it is a human Lady should act. And there is nothing at all amiss to him about picking up the soiled garments, one by one. Laid over the chair by the fire. One he moves to stoke and encourage into something that will keep her warm til dawn.

His charge is to protect not to smother. And perhaps he enjoyed the afternoon with her, on the edge of the forest, far more than anyone can know. Because she is a Lady and he but a servant in two realms. And he tells himself it is duty that ensures she’s tucked in snugly, before slipping out her door. To run the green and wild lands until the morning comes.

forgets to run the dish washer

They won’t let him in. She is ill and unfit for company they say. So he sits and he paces and he waits. The stone before her door nearly etched with the strides of his feet. And with every come and go of her caretakers he tries to catch sight of her through the door, but the old women are skilled and quick for their age. Shoving trenchers into his hands, and soiled clothes. Demanding more water and clean linens.

And he goes for what else can he do? Returning from the kitchens with what was asked. And the pacing begins a new. A scowl kept to himself with the coming and going of the crowned prince. For who would dare tell the future king no? Who would dare bar his way? Not a soul–though one might beg it to be done.

pumps gas for the car

She wishes to ride today, and he will see it done. Rising earlier than really needed to ensure the beast bred to bare her was well fed and brushed and tacted. In good health and mood when she appears in the courtyard. Shining and bright. A red ribbon in her hair that stands stark against dark tresses. Her maids fussing after her that it is hardly a Lady’s place to be galavanting off on horse back to who knows where, when she should be spending the day at court.

drives when they’re going somewhere

But she comes. Radiant and unhindered despite the basket clutched in hand. One that he takes, ties upon the horses back for her, before helping her to mount. And he leads her and her favored friend away from the prattling woman. To the northern fields where they can both take heart, that not a soul shall see them. And for a few hours, at the least, they may be themselves without judgement.

rearranges the furniture

“I would not see you sleep in such discomfort a night more!”

And that had been the end of it. For who was he to argue with a princess? And the highest Princess at that? Though he had to get used to the humanness of it all. The sleeping within walls of stone, and doors barred by iron. Had to learn to ignore the sounds that echoed through the hollow halls and the stillness of the air. Learned again the usefulness of blankets and the luxury of a pillow.

Never mind at all that his feet stuck off the end. Never mind the room beside her own felt enclosed like a cage. He was near her here, and that meant he was able to do as he’d sworn more easily. And never could it be said that even a mouse or moth passed by her door, without the wolf’s consent.

falls asleep with the TV on

Tell me a tale. You must know of at least one.

Moments tick by in the quiet. One pair of eyes transfixed upon the heavens while the other sees nothing but her. And he thinks…oh how he thinks. A thousand stories across a hundred handfuls of years–she wishes for a tale. And it must be something grand. Something worthy of her ears and her time.

“D’ere were o’farmer d’at were blessed wi’d d’ress sons. An’ when d’ey be grown an’ were toi’me fer d’em ta be foi’ndin’ o’lass ta marry he be callin’ d’em together…”

By the time the little princess mouse had run her bell thrice and made her way along the road to meet the farmer with her sweetheart by her side—his little princess had long fallen into dream. Tucked against his arm with his shoulder for a pillow. And perhaps the wolf remained as he was for hours more, until the cool of the evening woke his wisdom to move her to her bed.

gets to use the bathroom first

A beast in part he may be but that does not at all mean he must smell like one. But bathes are drawn for kings and queens. For their children and for lords and ladies. Not for those that serve. So he is left with but one option. To find a river near the royal encampment, after the evening extravagance.

Shrouded by the dark and given sight by a waning moon. But skin as pale as his own stands stark against the blackness of the water. Reflects the circle fires and the starlight. And perhaps he knows not that a Princess watches through the pulled too curtains of her tent. Perhaps he knows not of the heat that it brings to her cheeks, and what it stirs in her.

Or perhaps he does, and he lingers in his washing longer than necessary.

decides the temperature for the ac/heater

“Be ye troi’yin’ ta catch ye dea’d?”

A stride or three carries him to the fire. Stoking and adding fuel to the embers. Forcing it back into a roaring dance, whose heat bleeds into the room far to slow for his liking. And a fur is fetched from the chest near by. Laid about her shoulders and wrapped around her tightly. Hands doing what they can to rub her frame. To bring heat back into limbs. Only to stop with her words.

He knows. My brother. He knows. And I fear he means you harm.

A flicker of light that has no source amid green and yellow. And it takes but a moment for hands shift. For fingers to catch beneath her chin and lift her face to his.

“He can troi’y, Réiltín. He may even suceed. Bu’ d’harm he do will be upon himself in d’en’. Me duty be ta ye. An’ oi’ no’ abandon me pos’. No’ matter wha’ da prince moi’ght do. Oi’no’ will leave ye. Ye, believe d’at….aye?”

A forward motion, a collapse and there they remain. Tangled in each other by her hearth. For he meant what he said. He would not leave her. Not for anything. In this realm or the other.

sets up holiday decorations

Picketing tents and unloading tables from wagons. It is not easy work but he sees it done all the same. For tonight the castle will be alive both within and without. A festival to honor the harvest and a new cycle of seasons. Celebrations that will ring across both realms. And there is a joy in him that perhaps some do not understand.

So when she comes flitting to his side. A crown of flowers set gingerly upon his head. There is a smile that escapes. One that settles deeply into his bones. And the crown is left where it is. For when a princess offers you good tidings and a gift—you keep it. And you honor it for as long as the flowers hold their color.

leaves the lights on

But it will go out without tending.

“D’en oi’will tend i’.”

All night?

“Aye, Réiltín. All noi’ght.”

A promise that he keeps. For she does not abide the dark well. Afraid of the things within it. Afraid of the spirits and their tricks. So he tends the light. Keeps it burning bright and warm. Because he can not tell her there is nothing to fear. He can not tell her the darkness would not dare. For even the dark must live by rules. Rules that were written far before either of them were every thoughts. Rules that his Lady was there to help write.

uses the bathroom with the door open

It isn’t his fault though perhaps his luck, that the foolish boy had left the prince’s best saddle to the elements. Draped over the wall meant to mark the grounds of the cattle fields. Maybe he should have left it be, but how can he? Sitting there as it had been, just begging to be stolen. Or worse yet ruined.

And it’s all fun and games is it not? For the faire folk are like the wind. They blow both ways. And one ill turn deserves another. So the saddle is taken. The leather used to alleviate the itch in his teeth. The detailed stitch torn bit by bit by bit and scattered across the dewy grass. And eventually….stained with liquids never meant to be applied.

And there he leaves it to be found upon the morrow. Another casualty of the monster the prince has yet to capture.

fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber)

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It seems to grow louder with each occurrence. The rain that pours down in sheets, has found it’s way into the thatching and through the stone. He’s not the tools to mend and fix and he must wait for the morning.

Morning that can not come fast enough. Morning that he meets with little rest and lagging feet. Both of which she notices. As well as the dampness of his boots. For he had not else to catch the invading rain in but them, and not the time nor tools to dry them before he was expected at her door.

I will have the holes addressed before the day is out.

“Aye, as ye wish.”

#[this took 68 years and its not with them married but they never got to get married and just.....here have a thing lol]#[thank u this was fun to work out honestly!!]#tabbyrp #brooklynislandgirl #réiltín || beth riley #Cause In A Sky Full Of Stars He Thinks He Saw Her || Beth and Luka #return to sender || answered asks #[long post]

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 6 years

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50 SHADES OF KWON JI YONG PT.24

Genre:angst/fluff/smut

Rated:NC-17

Pairing:G-Dragon x Reader

Wordcount: 6,384

Masterlist (BOOK 2)

~Couple days later~

I wake with a jolt. I think I’ve just fallen down some stairs in a dream, and I bolt upright, momentarily disorientated. It is dark, and I’m in Jiyong’s bed alone.

Something has woken me, some nagging thought. I glance over at the alarm clock on his bedside. It is 5:00 in the morning, but I feel rested. Why is that? Oh – it’s the time difference – it would be 8:00 a.m. in Georgia. Holy crap… I need to take my pill. I clamber out of bed, grateful for whatever it is that has woken me. I can hear faint notes from the piano. Jiyong is playing. This I must see. I love watching him play. Naked, I grab my bathrobe from the chair and wander quietly down the corridor, slipping on my robeand listening to the magical sound of the melodic lament that’s coming from the great room.

Shrouded in darkness, Jiyong sits in a bubble of light as he plays, and his hair glints with burnished copper highlights. He looks naked, though I know he’s wearing his PJ bottoms. He’s concentrating, playing beautifully, lost in the melancholy of the music. I hesitate, watching from the shadows, not wanting to interrupt him. I want to hold him. He looks lost, sad even, and achingly lonely – or maybe it’s just the music that’s so full of poignant sorrow. He finishes the piece, pauses for a split second, then starts to play it again. I move cautiously toward him, drawn as the moth to the flame… the idea makes me smile. He glances up at me and frowns before his gaze returns to his hands Oh crap, is he pissed off that I am disturbing him? “You should be asleep,” he scolds mildly. I can tell he’s pre-occupied with something. “So should you,” I retort not quite as mildly. He glances up again, his lips twitching with a trace of a smile. “Are you scolding me, Miss Y/L/N?” “Yes, Mr. Kwon, I am.” “Well, I can’t sleep.” He frowns once more as a trace of irritation or anger flashes across his face. With me? Surely not. I ignore his facial expression and very bravely sit down beside him on the piano stool, placing my head on his bare shoulder to watch his deft, agile fingers caress the keys. He pauses fractionally, and then continues to the end of the piece. “What was that?” I ask softly. “Chopin. Opus 28, number 4. In E minor, if you’re interested,” he murmurs. “I’m always interested in what you do.” He turns and softly presses his lips against my hair. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” “You didn’t. Play the other one.” “Other one?” “The Bach piece that you played the first night I stayed.” “Oh, the Marcello.” He starts to play slowly and deliberately. I feel the movement of his hands in his shoulder as I lean against him and close my eyes. The sad, soulful notes swirl slowly and mournfully around us, echoing off the walls. It is a hauntingly beautiful piece, sadder even than the Chopin, and I lose myself to the beauty of the lament. To a certain extent, it reflects how I feel. The deep poignant longing I have to know this extraordinary man better, to try and understand his sadness. All too soon, the piece is at an end. “Why do you only play such sad music?” I sit upright and gaze up at him as he shrugs in answer to my question, his expression wary. “So you were just six when you started to play?” I prompt. He nods, his wary look intensifying. After a moment he volunteers. “I threw myself into learning the piano to please my new mother.” “To fit into the perfect family?” “Yes, so to speak,” he says evasively. “Why are you awake? Don’t you need to recover from yesterday’s exertions?” “It’s 8:00 in the morning for me. And I need to take my pill.” He raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Well remembered,” he murmurs, and I can tell he’s impressed. His lips quirk up in a half smile. “Only you would start a course of time-specific birth control pills in a different time zone. Perhaps you should wait half an hour and then another half hour tomorrow morning. So s eventually you can take them at a reasonable time.” “Good plan,” I breathe. “So what shall we do for half an hour?” I blink innocently at him. “I can think of a few things,” he grins, brown eyes bright. I gaze back impassively as my insides clench and melt under his knowing look. “On the other hand, we could talk,” I suggest quietly. His brow creases. “I prefer what I have in mind.” He scoops me onto his lap. “You’d always rather have sex than talk,” I laugh, steadying myself by holding on to his upper arms. “True. Especially with you.” He nuzzles my hair and starts a steady trail of kisses from below my ear to my throat. “Maybe on my piano,” he whispers. Oh my. My whole body tightens at the thought. Piano. Wow. “I want to get something straight,” I whisper as my pulse starts to accelerate, and my inner goddess closes her eyes, reveling in the feel of his lips on me. He pauses momentarily before continuing his sensual assault. “Always so eager for information, Miss Y/L/N. What needs straightening out?” he breathes against my skin at the base of my neck, continuing his soft gentle kisses. “Us,” I whisper as I close my eyes. “Hmm. What about us?” He pauses his trail of kisses along my shoulder. “The contract.” He lifts his head to gaze down at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and sighs. He strokes his fingertips down my cheek. “Well, I think the contract is moot, don’t you?” His voice is low and husky, his eyes soft. “Moot?” “Moot.” He smiles. I gape at him quizzically. “But you were so keen.” “Well, that was before. Anyway, the Rules aren’t moot, they still stand.” His expression hardens slightly. “Before? Before what?” “Before,”… He pauses, and the wary expression is back, “more.” He shrugs. “Oh.” “Besides, we’ve been in the playroom twice now, and you haven’t run screaming for the hills.” “Do you expect me to?” “Nothing you do is expected, Y/N,” he says dryly. “So, let me be clear. You just want me to follow the Rules element of the contract all the time but not the rest of the contract?” “Except in the playroom. I want you to follow the spirit of the contract in the playroom, and yes, I want you to follow the rules – all the time. Then I know you’ll be safe, and I’ll be able to have you anytime I wish.” “And if I break one of the rules?” “Then I’ll punish you.” “But won’t you need my permission?” “Yes, I will.” “And if I say no?” He gazes at me for a moment, with a confused expression. “If you say no, you’ll say no. I’ll have to find a way to persuade you.” I pull away from him and stand. I need some distance. He frowns as I stare down at him. He looks puzzled and wary again. “So the punishment aspect remains.” “Yes, but only if you break the rules.” “I’ll need to re-read them,” I say, trying to recall the detail. “I’ll fetch them for you.” His tone is suddenly businesslike. Whoa. This has gotten serious so quickly. He rises from the piano and walks lithely to his study. My scalp prickles. Jeez, I need some tea. The future of our so-called relationship is being discussed at 5:45 in the morning when he’s pre-occupied with something else – is this wise? I head into the kitchen which is still shrouded in darkness. Where are the light switches? I find them, flick them on, and pour water into the kettle. My pill! I rummage in my purse that I left on the breakfast bar and find them quickly. One swallow, and I’m done. By the time I finish, Jiyong is back, sitting on one of the bar stools, watching me intently. “Here you go.” He pushes a typed piece of paper toward me, and I notice that he’s crossed some things out. RULES Obedience: The Submissive will obey any instructions given by The Dominant immediately without hesitation or reservation and in an expeditious manner. The Submissive will agree to any sexual activity deemed fit and pleasurable by the Dominant excepting those activities which are outlined in hard limits (Appendix A). She will do so eagerly and without hesitation. Sleep: The Submissive will ensure she achieves a minimum of eight seven hours sleep a night when she is not with The Dominant. Food: The Submissive will eat regularly to maintain her health and wellbeing from a prescribed list of foods (Appendix 4). The Submissive will not snack between meals, with the exception of fruit. Clothes: While with The Dominant, The Submissive will wear clothing only approved by The Dominant. The Dominant will provide a clothing budget for The Submissive, which The Submissive shall utilize. The Dominant shall accompany The Submissive to purchase clothing on an ad hoc basis. Exercise: The Dominant shall provide The Submissive with a personal trainer four three times a week in hour-long sessions at times to be mutually agreed between the personal trainer and The Submissive. The personal trainer will report to The Dominant on The Submissive’s progress. Personal Hygiene/Beauty: The Submissive will keep herself clean and shaved and/or waxed at all times. The Submissive will visit a beauty salon of The Dominant’s choosing at times to be decided by The Dominant, and undergo whatever treatments The Dominant sees fit. Personal Safety: The Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs or put herself in any unnecessary danger. Personal Qualities: The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than The Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself in a respectful and modest manner at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on The Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant. Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by The Dominant. “So the obedience thing still stands?” “Oh, yes.” He grins. I shake my head amused, and before I realize it, I roll my eyes at him. “Did you just roll your eyes at me, Y/N?” He breathes. Oh fuck. “Possibly, depends what your reaction is.” “Same as always,” he says, shaking his head slightly, his eyes alight with excitement. I swallow instinctively and a frisson of exhilaration runs through me. “So... ” Holy shit. What am I going to do? “Yes?” He licks his lower lip. “You want to spank me now.” “Yes. And I will.” “Oh, really, Mr. Kwon?” I challenge, grinning back at him. Two can play this game. “Are you going to stop me?” “You’re going to have to catch me first.” His eyes widen a fraction, and he grins, slowly getting to his feet. “Oh, really, Miss Y/L/N?” The breakfast bar is between us. I have never been so grateful for its existence than in this moment. “And you’re biting your lip,” he breathes, moving slowly to his left as I move to mine. “You wouldn’t,” I tease. “After all, you roll your eyes.” I try reasoning with him. He continues to move toward his left, as do I. “Yes, but you’ve just raised the bar on the excitement stakes with this game.” His eyes blaze, and wild anticipation emanates from him. “I’m quite fast you know.” I try for nonchalance. “So am I.” He’s stalking me, in his own kitchen. “Are you going to come quietly?” he asks. “Do I ever?” “Miss Y/L/N, what do you mean?” he smirks. “It’ll be worse for you if I have to come and get you.” “That’s only if you catch me, Jiyong . And right now, I have no intention of letting you catch me.” “Y/N, you may fall and hurt yourself. Which will put you in direct contravention of rule number seven.” “I have been in danger since I met you, Mr.Kwon, rules or no rules.” “Yes you have.” He pauses, and his brow furrows slightly. Suddenly, he lunges for me, making me squeal and run for the dining room table. I manage to escape, putting the table between us. My heart is pounding and adrenaline has spiked through my body… boy... this is so thrilling. I’m a child again, though that’s not right. I watch him carefully as he paces deliberately toward me. I inch away. “You certainly know how to distract a man, Y/N.” “We aim to please, Mr. Kwon. Distract you from what?” “Life. The universe.” He waves one of his hands vaguely. “You did seem very pre-occupied as you were playing.” He stops and folds his arms, his expression amused. “We can do this all day, baby, but I will get you, and it will just be worse for you when I do.” “No, you won’t.” I must not be over-confident. I repeat this as a mantra. My subconscious has found her Nikes, and she’s on the starting blocks. “Anyone would think you didn’t want me to catch you.” “I don’t. That’s the point. I feel about punishment the way you feel about me touching you.” His entire demeanor changes in a nanosecond. Gone is playful Jiyong , and he stands staring at me as if I’d slapped him. He’s ashen. “That’s how you feel?” he whispers. Those four words, and the way he utters them, speaks volumes. Oh no. They tell me so much more about him and how he feels. They tell me about his fear and loathing. I frown. No, I don’t feel that bad. No way. Do I? “No. It doesn’t affect me quite as much as that, but it gives you an idea,” I murmur, staring anxiously at him. “Oh,” he says. Crap. He looks completely and utterly lost, like I’ve pulled the rug from under his feet. Taking a deep breath, I move round the table until I am standing in front of him, gazing into his apprehensive eyes. “You hate it that much?” he breathes, his eyes filled with horror. “Well… no,” I reassure him. Jeez – that’s how he feels about people touching him? “No. I feel ambivalent about it. I don’t like it, but I don’t hate it.” “But last time, in the playroom, you… ” he trails off. “I do it for you, Jiyong , because you need it. I don’t. You didn’t hurt me last night. That was in a different context, and I can rationalize that internally, and I trust you. But when you want to punish me, I worry that you’ll hurt me.” His brown eyes blaze like a turbulent storm. Time moves, and expands and slips away before he answers softly. “I want to hurt you. But not beyond anything that you couldn’t take.” Fuck! “Why?” He runs his hand through his hair, and he shrugs. “I just need it.” He pauses, gazing at me with anguish, and he closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I can’t tell you,” he whispers. “Can’t or won’t?” “Won’t.” “So you know why.” “Yes.” “But you won’t tell me.” “If I do, you will run screaming from this room, and you’ll never want to return.” He stares at me warily. “I can’t risk that, Y/N.” “You want me to stay.” “More than you know. I couldn’t bear to lose you.” Oh my. He gazes down at me, and suddenly, he pulls me into his arms and he’s kissing me, kissing me passionately. It takes me completely by surprise, and I sense his panic and desperate need in his kiss. “Don’t leave me. You said you wouldn’t leave me, and you begged me not to leave you, in your sleep,” he murmurs against my lips. Oh… my nocturnal confessions. “I don’t want to go.” And my heart clenches, turning itself inside out. This is a man in need. His fear is naked and obvious, but he’s lost… somewhere in his darkness. His eyes wide and bleak and tortured. I can soothe him. Join him briefly in the darkness and bring him into the light. “Show me,” I whisper. “Show you?” “Show me how much it can hurt.” “What?” “Punish me. I want to know how bad it can get.” Jiyong steps back away from me, completely confused. “You would try?” “Yes. I said I would.” But I have an ulterior motive. If I do this for him, maybe he will let me touch him. He blinks at me. “Y/N, you’re so confusing.” “I’m confused too. I’m trying to work this out. And you and I will know, once and for all, if I can do this. If I can handle this, then maybe you –” My words fail me, and his eyes widen again. He knows I am referring to the touch thing. For a moment, he looks torn, but then a steely resolve settles on his features, and he narrows his eyes, gazing at me speculatively as if weighing up alternatives. Abruptly, he clasps my arm in a firm grip and turns, leading me out of the great room, up the stairs, and to the playroom. Pleasure and pain, reward and punishment – his words from so long ago echo through my mind. “I’ll show you how bad it can be, and you can make your own mind up.” He pauses by the door. “Are you ready for this?” I nod, my mind made up, and I’m vaguely lightheaded, faint as all the blood leaves my face. He opens the door, and still grasping my arm, grabs what looks like a belt from the rack beside the door, then leads me over to the red leather bench in the far corner of the room. “Bend over the bench,” he murmurs softly. Okay. I can do this. I bend over the smooth soft leather. He’s left my bathrobe on. In a quiet part of my brain, I’m vaguely surprised that he hasn’t made me take it off. Holy fuck this is going to hurt… I know. My subconscious has passed out, and my inner goddess is endeavoring to look brave. “We’re here because you said yes,Y/N. And you ran from me. I am going to hit you six times, and you will count with me.” Why the hell doesn’t he just get on with it? He always makes such a meal of punishing me. I roll my eyes, knowing full well he can’t see me. He lifts the hem of my bathrobe, and for some reason, this feels more intimate than being naked. He gently caresses my behind, running his warm hand all over both cheeks and down to the tops of my thighs. “I am doing this so that you remember not to run from me, and as exciting as it is, I never want you to run from me,” he whispers. And the irony is not lost on me. I was running to avoid this. If he’d opened his arms, I’d run to him, not away from him. “And you rolled your eyes at me. You know how I feel about that.” Suddenly, it’s gone – that nervous edgy fear in his voice. He’s back from wherever he’s been. I hear it in his tone, in the way he places his fingers on my back, holding me – and the atmosphere in the room changes. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the blow. It comes hard, snapping across my backside, and the bite of the belt is everything I feared. I cry out involuntarily, and take a huge gulp of air. “Count, Y/N!” he commands. “One!” I shout at him, and it sounds like an expletive. He hits me again, and the pain pulses and echoes along the line of the belt. Holy shit… that smarts. “Two!” I scream. It feels so good to scream. His breathing is ragged and harsh. Whereas mine is almost non-existent as I desperately scrabble around my psyche looking for some internal strength. The belt cuts into my flesh again. “Three!” Tears spring unwelcome into my eyes. Jeez – this is harder than I thought – so much harder than the spanking. He’s not holding anything back. “Four!” I yell as the belt bites me again, and now the tears are streaming down my face. I don’t want to cry. It angers me that I am crying. He hits me again. “Five.” My voice is more a choked, strangled sob, and in this moment, I think I hate him. One more, I can do one more. My backside feels as if it’s on fire. “Six,” I whisper as the blistering pain cuts across me again, and I hear him drop the belt behind me, and he’s pulling me into his arms, all breathless and compassionate… and I want none of him. “Let go… no... ” And I find myself struggling out his grasp, pushing him away. Fighting him. “Don’t touch me!” I hiss. I straighten and stare at him, and he’s watching me as if I might bolt, gray eyes wide, bemused. I dash the tears angrily out of my eyes with the backs of my hands, glaring at him. “This is what you really like? Me, like this?” I use the sleeve of the bathrobe to wipe my nose. He gazes at me warily. “Well, you are one fucked-up son of a bitch.” “Y/N,” he pleads, shocked. “Don’t you dare, Y/N me! You need to sort your shit out, Kwon!” And with that, I turn stiffly, and I walk out of the playroom, closing the door quietly behind me. I clasp the door handle behind me and briefly lean back against the door. Where to go? Do I run? Do I stay? I am so mad, angry scalding tears spill down my cheeks, and I brush them furiously aside. I just want to curl up. Curl up and recuperate in some way. Heal my shattered faith. How could I have been so stupid? Of course it hurts. Tentatively, I rub my backside. Aah! It’s sore. Where to go? Not his room. My room, or the room that will be mine, no, is mine… was mine. This is why he wanted me to keep it. He knew I would need distance from him. I launch myself stiffly in that direction, conscious that Jiyong may follow me. It is still dark in the bedroom, dawn only a whisper in the skyline. I climb awkwardly into bed, careful not to sit on my aching and tender backside. I keep the bathrobe on, wrapping it around me, and curl up and really let go – sobbing hard into my pillow. What was I thinking? Why did I let him do that to me? I wanted the dark, to explore how bad it could be – but it’s too dark for me. I cannot do this. Yet, this is what he does, this is how he gets his kicks. What a monumental wake-up call. And to be fair to him, he warned me and warned me, time and again. He’s not normal. He has needs that I cannot fulfill. I realize that now. I don’t want him to hit me like that again, ever. I think of the couple of times he has hit me, and how easy he was on me by comparison. Is that enough for him? I sob harder into the pillow. I am going to lose him. He won’t want to be with me if I can’t give him this. Why, why, why have I fallen in love with Fifty Shades? Why? Why can’t I love Mino, or Paul Clayton, or someone like me? Oh, his distraught look as I left. I was so cruel, so shocked by the savagery… will he forgive me… will I forgive him? My thoughts are all haywire and jumbled, echoing and bouncing off the inside of my skull. My subconscious is shaking her head sadly, and my inner goddess is nowhere to be seen. Oh, this is a dark morning of the soul for me. I’m so alone. I want my Mom. I remember her parting words at the airport, Follow your heart, darling, and please, please – try not to over-think things. Relax and enjoy. You are so young, sweetheart, you have so much to experience, just let it happen. You deserve the best of everything. I did follow my heart, and I have a sore ass and an anguished, broken spirit to show for it. I have to go. That’s it… I have to leave. He’s no good for me, and I am no good for him. How can we possibly make this work? And the thought of not seeing him again practically chokes me… my Fifty Shades. I hear the door click open. Oh no – he’s here. He puts something down on the bedside table, and the bed shifts under his weight as he climbs in behind me. “Hush,” he breathes, and I want to pull away from him, move to the other side of the bed, but I’m paralyzed. I cannot move and lie stiffly, not yielding at all. “Don’t fight me,Y/N, please,” he whispers. Gently, he pulls me into his arms, burying his nose in my hair, kissing my neck. “Don’t hate me,” he breathes softly against my skin, his voice achingly sad. My heart clenches anew and releases a fresh wave of silent sobbing. He continues to kiss me softly, tenderly, but I remain aloof and wary. We lie together like this, neither saying anything for ages. He just holds me, and very gradually, I relax and stop crying. Dawn comes and goes, and the soft light gets brighter as morning moves on, and still we lie quietly. “I bought you some Advil and some arnica cream,” he says after a long while. I turn very slowly in his arms so I can face him. I am resting my head on his arm. His eyes are flinty brown and guarded. I gaze at his beautiful face. He’s giving nothing away, but he keeps his eyes on mine, hardly blinking. Oh, he is so breathtakingly good-looking. In such a short time, he’s become so, so dear to me. Reaching up, I caress his cheek and run the tips of my fingers through his stubble. He closes his eyes and exhales slightly. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. He opens his eyes and looks at me puzzled. “What for?” “What I said.” “You didn’t tell me anything I didn’t know.” And his eyes soften with relief. “I am sorry I hurt you.” I shrug. “I asked for it.” And now I know. I swallow. Here goes. I need to say my piece. “I don’t think I can be everything you want me to be,” I whisper. His eyes widen slightly, and he blinks, his fearful expression returning. “You are everything I want you to be.” What? “I don’t understand. I’m not obedient, and you can be as sure as hell I’m not going to let you do that to me again. And that’s what you need, you said so.” He closes his eyes again, and I can see a myriad of emotions cross his face. When he reopens them, his expression is bleak. Oh no. “You’re right. I should let you go. I am no good for you.” My scalp prickles as every single hair follicle on my body stands to attention, and the world falls away from me, leaving a wide, yawning abyss for me to fall into. Oh no. “I don’t want to go,” I whisper. Fuck – this is it. Pay or play. Tears swim in my eyes once more. “I don’t want you to go either,” he whispers, his voice raw. He reaches up and gently strokes my cheek and wipes away a falling tear with his thumb. “I’ve come alive since I met you.” His thumb traces the contours of my lower lip. “Me too,” I whisper, “I’ve fallen in love with you, Jiyong .” His eyes widen again, but this time, with pure, undiluted fear. “No,” he breathes as if I’ve knocked the wind out of him. Oh no. “You can’t love me, Y/N. No… that’s wrong.” He’s horrified. “Wrong? Why’s it wrong?” “Well, look at you. I can’t make you happy.” His voice is anguished. “But you do make me happy.” I frown. “Not at the moment, not doing what I want to do.” Holy fuck. This really is it. This is what it boils down to – incompatibility - and all those poor subs come to mind. “We’ll never get past that, will we?” I whisper, my scalp prickling in fear. He shakes his head bleakly. I close my eyes. I cannot bear to look at him. “Well… I’d better go, then,” I murmur, wincing as I sit up. “No, don’t go.” He sounds panicked. “There’s no point in me staying.” Suddenly, I feel tired, really dog-tired, and I want to go now. I climb out of bed, and Jiyong follows. “I’m going to get dressed. I’d like some privacy,” I say, my voice flat and empty as I leave him standing in the bedroom.

Heading downstairs, I glance at the great room, thinking how only hours before I had rested my head on his shoulder as he played the piano. So much has happened since then. I have had my eyes opened and glimpsed the extent of his depravity, and I now know he’s not capable of love – of giving or receiving love. My worst fears have been realized. And strangely, it’s very liberating. The pain is such that I refuse to acknowledge it. I feel numb. I have somehow escaped from my body and am now a casual observer to this unfolding tragedy. I shower quickly and methodically, thinking only of each second in front of me. Now squeeze body wash bottle. Put body wash bottle back in rack. Rub cloth on face, on shoulders… on and on, all simple, mechanical actions, requiring simple mechanical thoughts. I finish my shower – and as I haven’t washed my hair, I can dry myself quickly. I dress in the bathroom, taking my jeans and t-shirt out of my small suitcase. My jeans chafe against my backside, but quite frankly, it’s a pain I welcome as it distracts my mind from what’s happening to my splintering, shattered heart. I stoop to shut my suitcase, and the bag holding Jiyong’s gift catches my eye, a modeling kit for a Blahnik L23 glider, something for him to build. Tears threaten. Oh no… happier times, when there was hope of more. I take it out of the case, knowing that I need to give it to him. Quickly, I rip a small piece of paper from my notebook, hastily scribble a note for him, and leave it on top of the box.

THIS REMINDED ME OF A HAPPY TIME THANK YOU Y/N X

I gaze at myself in the mirror. A pale and haunted ghost stares back at me. I scoop my hair into a ponytail and ignore how swollen my eyelids are from the crying. My subconscious nods with approval. Even she knows not to be snarky right now. I cannot believe that my world is crumbling around me into a sterile pile of ashes, all my hopes and dreams cruelly dashed. No, no don’t think about it. Not now, not yet. Taking a deep breath, I pick up my case, and after placing the glider kit and my note on his pillow, I head for the great room. Jiyong is on the phone. He’s dressed in black jeans and t-shirt. His feet are bare. “He said what!” he shouts, making me jump. “Well, he could have told us the fucking truth. What’s his number, I need to call him… Welch, this is a real fuck-up.” He glances up and doesn’t take his dark and brooding eyes off me. “Find her,” he snaps and presses the off switch. I walk over to the couch and collect my backpack, doing my best to ignore him. I take the Mac out of it and walk back toward the kitchen, placing it carefully on the breakfast bar, along with the BlackBerry and the car key. When I turn to face him, he’s staring at me, stupefied with horror. “I need the money that Woo-Bin got for my Beetle.” My voice is clear and calm, devoid of emotion… extraordinary. “Y/N, I don’t want those things, they’re yours,” he says in disbelief. “Please, take them.” “No Jiyong – I only accepted them under sufferance – and I don’t want them anymore.” “Y/N, be reasonable,” he scolds me, even now. “I don’t want anything that will remind me of you. I just need the money that Woo-Bin got for my car.” My voice is quite monotone. He gasps. “Are you really trying to wound me?” “No.” I frown staring at him. Of course not… I love you. “I’m not. I’m trying to protect myself,” I whisper. Because you don’t want me the way I want you. “Please, Y/N, take that stuff.” “Jiyong, I don’t want to fight – I just need the money.” He narrows his eyes, but I’m no longer intimidated by him. Well, only a little. I gaze impassively back, not blinking or backing down. “Will you take a check?” he says acidly. “Yes. I think you’re good for it.” He doesn’t smile, he just turns on his heel and stalks into his study. I take a last lingering look around his apartment – at the art on the walls – all abstracts, serene, cool… cold, even. Fitting, I think absently. My eyes stray to the piano. Jeez – if I’d kept my mouth shut, we’d have made love on the piano. No, fucked, we would have fucked on the piano. Well, I would have made love. The thought lies heavy and sad in my mind. He has never made love to me, has he? It’s always been fucking to him. Jiyong returns and hands me an envelope. “Woo-Bin got a good price. It’s a classic car. You can ask him. He’ll take you home.” He nods in the direction over my shoulder. I turn, and Woo-Bin is standing in the doorway, wearing his suit, as impeccable as ever. “That’s fine, I can get myself home, thank you.” I turn to stare at Jiyong, and I see the barely-contained fury in his eyes. “Are you going to defy me at every turn?” “Why change a habit of a lifetime?” I give him a small, apologetic shrug. He closes his eyes in frustration and runs his hand through his hair. “Please,Y/N, let Woo-Bin take you home.” “I’ll get the car, Miss Y/L/N,” Taylor announces authoritatively. Jiyong nods at him, and when I glance around, Taylor has gone. I turn back to face Jiyong. We are four feet apart. He steps forward, and instinctively I step back. He stops, and the anguish in his expression is palpable, his brown eyes burning. “I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs, his voice full of longing. “I can’t stay. I know what I want and you can’t give it to me, and I can’t give you what you need.” He takes another step forward, and I hold up my hands. “Don’t, please.” I recoil from him. There’s no way I can tolerate his touch now, it will slay me. “I can’t do this.” Grabbing my suitcase and my backpack, I head for the foyer. He follows me, keeping a careful distance. He presses the elevator button, and the doors open. I climb in. “Goodbye, Jiyong,” I murmur. “Y/N, goodbye,” he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken, a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I change my mind and try to comfort him. The elevator doors close, and it whisks me down to the bowels of the basement and to my own personal hell. Woo-Bin holds the door open for me, and I climb into the back of the car. I avoid eye contact. Embarrassment and shame washes over me. I’m a complete failure. I had hoped to drag my Fifty Shades into the light, but it’s proved a task beyond my meager abilities. Desperately, I try to keep my emotions banked and at bay. As we head out onto 4th Avenue, I stare blankly out of the window, and the enormity of what I’ve done slowly washes over me. Shit – I’ve left him. The only man I’ve ever loved. The only man I’ve ever slept with. I gasp, and the levees burst. Tears course unbidden and unwelcome down my cheeks, and I wipe them away hurriedly with my fingers, scrambling in my bag for my sunglasses. As we pause at some traffic lights, Taylor holds out a linen handkerchief for me. He says nothing and doesn’t look in my direction, and I take it with gratitude. “Thank you,” I mutter, and this small discreet act of kindness is my undoing. I sit back in the luxurious leather seats and weep. The apartment is achingly empty and unfamiliar. I have not lived here long enough for it to feel like home. I head straight to my room, and there, hanging limply at the end of my bed, is a very sad, deflated helicopter balloon. I fall onto my bed, shoes and all, and howl. The pain is indescribable… physical, mental… metaphysical… it is everywhere, seeping into the marrow of my bones. Grief. This is grief – and I’ve brought it on myself. Deep down, a nasty, unbidden thought comes from my inner goddess, her lip curled in a snarl… the physical pain from the bite of a belt is nothing, nothing compared to this devastation. I curl up, desperately clutching the flat foil balloon and Woo-Bin’s handkerchief, and surrender myself to my grief.

end of part 1!

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translationandbetrayals · 4 years

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Animal Crossing had a movie?

Most people can agree that doing chores is boring, but what if you could make them in the virtual world?. The answer is pretty fun, actually. Today I will be talking about the Animal Crossing Movie that was released in 2006 in Japan, but first let talk about the game that started it all!

The game Animal Crossing was first released in 2001 as a Japan-only game called Doubutsu no Mori.

Doubutsu no Mori (Animal forest in english) was originally developed as an RPG for the Nintendo 64DD, but later they decided to rather release it for the Nintendo 64. Since the 64DD had better hardware capabilities than the original 64, a lot of changes had to be done: the RPG elements(such as dungeons and bosses) were scrapped. Although the game’s main features were kept: the relationship with the animals and an environment that progresses in real life time. This last one was one of the most important things of the game, as one day in real life was also one day in Doubutsu no Mori. Many things were time gated, which made coming back every day a really fun and interesting adventure.

The game is about you, a human kid, moving to an Animal Village to live a simple life surrounded by trees and a lot of talking animals. You can collect fruits, bugs, fossils, decorate your home and most importantly, interact with all of the animals, each one of them having a different personality and traits(hence the “Communication Game” label in the box).

The game features a simple gameplay, it is not focused in any particular goals, as the player can interact with the game in any way they want to. The game most unique feature is that each player experience is different; the Village you live in is randomly generated and the villagers that live in them are chosen randomly from a list.

A couple of moths after the release of Doubutsu no Mori, the game was ported to the Gamecube as Doubutsu no Mori+, adding some extra features. Most importantly, the game was also released worldwide as Animal Crossing. This version of the game wasn’t just a translation though, instead the team of Nintendo of America had to do a lot of localization work, after all, the original game was full of japanese culture references. For example, the Bell Shrine was replaced for a wishing well, and Hatsumoude for New Years Eve. Some furniture and clothing were also removed or replaced. But it wasn’t just a work of removing, they also included a lot of new events such as Thanksgiving, April Fools and even Spring Cleaning. Later, Animal crossing was ported back to japan as Doubutsu No mori e+, due to the game having a lot of interesting new stuff.

All four iterations of the game

In 2005 a sequel was released for the Nintendo DS, Oideyo Doubutsu no mori, or Animal Crossing: Wild World in America. The game was total a hit. It sold very very well, so Nintendo decided to capitalize on this by making a feature-length film based on the game.

*Side note, I’ll be using both Japanese and English names for the characters like this: Japanese(English), also, Spoilers Ahead

Gekijouban Doubutsu No Mori (The Animal Forest Movie) released in 2006, it’s a very special and weird movie. It doesn’t follow the classical 3 act structure of most western films, so to me it felt a little strange. Many times during the film I was like “Oh, maybe the movie is gonna be about this”, but no, the movie doesn’t do that.

The intro sequence is just like in the game, the -human- protagonist Ai is travelling in a taxi with Kappei(Kapp’n) and talking about her destination: Doubutsu Mura(Animal Village). The film has a lot references to the game, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. The introduction sequence is just the first of many.

Intro sequence, movie vs game

After Ai arrives at the Animal Village, we begin a very long but charming introduction sequence. We start meeting the characters that we will be seeing throughout the film, each one of which exude a lot of personality from the very first moment we see them. This helps to build a familiar atmosphere to the one in the game. It’s incredible how much they nailed this, because anywhere the movie goes, each detail reminds you of the game; whether it is the gorgeous backgrounds, the awesome music, familiar locations and the way characters act and speak.

Ai visiting Able Sisters, a location in the game too

I think that this rich atmosphere is something that’s both good and bad. Yes, it makes you feel really at home if you are familiar with the game, but it can make you very confused if you are not. For example, one of the other human characters, Yuu, is seen wearing different outfits throughout the film, something that’s a big part of the game and it might not make you question anything at first, but then we see him wearing facial hair, and then a monk ponytail. Also there is an scene where Totakeke(K.K. Slider) is introducing himself in japanese, but then he starts singing like he sings in the game(high pitched nonsensical sounds), and again, if you are not familiar with the game you are gonna be really confused.

Totakeke

Anyway, after a while we are introduced to our main cast, Yuu which is a human kid from another village; and three animals Buuke(Rosie), Sarii(Margie) and Aruberuto(Alfonso). Yuu is a representation of a more advanced player, we can see him doing stuff you do in the game like catching bugs or making villagers fall into holes, wearing different outfits and hunting for treasure.

Ai and Sarii

Out of the three Animal characters the most important is Sarii, she becomes Ai’s first friend, and a lot of the plot is based around the relationship between these two characters. We learn that Sarii has a dream of becoming a fashion designer, because of this she later leaves the Village(another thing that can happen in the game), but without telling Ai, this leaves her with a sad feeling, although this inspires her to pursue her own dream or “cherry pie” as both friends used to refer to their dream or passion. She was very puzzled about what her “cherry pie” was, but out of nowhere a series of bottles with a letter inside start to appear on the chore(this also happens in the game!), the letters have cryptic messages about planting Pine trees so that a miracle could occur during the Winter Festival. Ai realizes that this is her chance so she follows what the letters said.

Animal Village during the Winter Festival

When the moment finally comes a UFO appears in the sky, with no other than Jonii(Gulliver) inside, he ask the people of the village for help to find the 5 missing pieces of his ship(this event can also happen in the game). The villagers quickly realize that he is not a real alien, but decide to help him anyway. Ai and her friends start searching for the pieces, and when they find the last one they realize that there are 6 parts instead of 5. This extra part wasn’t one of Jonii’s missing pieces, instead they discover that it’s actually a baby UFO that stranded on the village. A series of real UFOs start to appear in the sky, as the little baby UFO starts moving and gets healed of its wound thanks to a ray from what seems to be the mother ship. The UFOs leave, but before they leave a surprise: Ali’s face in the sky.

The villagers are really impressed by this, so much in fact that they decide that the winner of that year Winter Festival should be Ai. After this the movie ends with a final message from Ai,saying that this was the first time that she really felt part of the Animal Village.

As a fan of animal crossing I can say that it’s a great movie. You can clearly see that there was a lot of effort and care put into making this movie feel as much as the game as possible. They even brought people that work in the original games to help make the movie.

But the movie also has some flaws. There are many subplots in the movie, like Apollo’s flowers or his relationship with Bianka(Whitney), that go nowhere. They are not addressed after they are set up, and it kinda feels like they just didn’t have enough time to develop these stories properly. Some other subplots, like when they into a cave looking for fossils, feel too short and kinda out of place. I’m not saying that these are not enjoyable moments, but they are not used for anything else. This makes me feel like this shouldn’t have been a movie, if anything it should have been an anime, or maybe a series of OVAs. The little stories would have worked way much better if it was a TV series instead of just one film, where it feels like they crammed as many stories as they could.

But don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel like this ruins the entire movie. Personally, this just leaves me with an empty feeling, like I really crave more movie. Sadly there was never a part 2, even though the movie sold well. And what pisses me off the most, is the fact that the movie was never released worldwide(just like many other anime/movies/games nintendo has done in the past). I discovered the existence of this movie not a long ago. Nintendo aired the film again(Japan only) in March of this year due to the release of Animal Crossing New Horizons, but still no worldwide release :(

There’s a lot of humor and charm in every scene, and it really makes for enjoyable movie. I’d recommend you to watch it, even more so if you are an Animal Crossing fan.

I would like to leave with my favourite quote from the movie:

“When you are starving, you become sad. And when you are sad, you become hungry.”

Luis Sobarzo

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dovah--kiin · 5 years

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Time Alone

characters: fem human mage + zevran a little chat about love (cullen) and expectations

Magic is not within the blood of dwarves. Oh, they have read about it -- dreamed about it, but cannot never own its gift: not even enough coins could grant this wish. However, now the masses can watch magic with their own eyes in their own kingdom. The gray warden -- Azura of the circle of magi -- has come for aid for the Blight. She has chosen the king of orammar with the help of Caridin -- the hand made crown now sits on the choose king.

The journey to the deep roads was long and exhausting for the entire team. Each member of the team took their leave after the crowning. Oghren took the fall of his latter wife very hard and excused himself to the local tavern for the night. Sten was standing guard of the library where Azura is entertaining people. His demeanor enough to keep many dwarves at a good distant as they watched the mage perform her magic. Zervan, stayed toward the door watching the others flock toward the warden.

Dagna, a local dwarf, had begged Azura to see some magic first hand. Azura, more than glad to share her talents, showed much. The warden was performing her various skills -- ice, fire, lightening, ward -- whatever the girl asked. Dagna was sitting in a stone chair making notes as Azura changed her magic from one element to the next.

“WOW! This is so amazing” Danga nearly squealed.

Azura only smiled a little -- the corners of her mouth turning upward. Tis a good sight to be appreciated instead of feared.

“Those are simple spells that any apprentice can handle,” Azura explained as she picked up her staff. She walked out toward the opening of the library -- giving herself plenty of room. “This is what I have been trained to be.”

Azura closed her eyes and held onto her staff tightly. Then, the staff turned into a bright light and formed into the shape of a large sword. Azura turned her body to the left then the right, swinging her magical sword. Dagna sat with her eyes larger than before; clearly too distracted to make notes at the moment. The sword then turned into pure ice and Azura clenched her fist -- destroyed it and the sword returned the the wooden staff.

Dagna clapped her hands with a bright smile. Sten did not make a facial change but only a nod. My, tis a sight to see him give any thought toward magic. Zevran clapped as well with the slightest smirk on his tan face. Azura only bowed slightly at the claps.

“Thank you, but now I grow very weary. I hope you learned something from this Dagna.” Azura stated with a winded breath.

Dagna stood up with her stone tablet. “Oh yes! Thank you so much! I can’t wait to see other mages do this as well! Oh, I better go home and pack my bags. Thanks again!” Dagna ran out.

Azura only shook her head with a smile on her pale face. She turned to Sten.

“Kadan. What do you need?” Sten asked. Azura wished she knew what the phrase meant -- she has never studied qunlat. Perhaps she should start , maybe after The Blight.

“Can you check up on Oghren? He has been gone for a while and he left in a horrid mood. I do not wish anything bad to happen to him in his state of mind”, she explained to Sten. He only scoffed at her request.

“His mate was in the wrong. He should be thankful we corrected her actions,” he stated back in his emotionless tone. However, Azura was not phased by the tone.

“Please Sten,” she spoke softer. His strong gaze was on her almost white hues -- never leaving his. He let out an exhausted sigh. Ah, success.

“Yes...” he then turned and left the library.

Azura turned toward Zervan who was looking at her with those tempting yellow hues. She turned away from the gaze refusing to allow herself to fall for such a pathetic attempt. True, he was attractive enough but she does not like this game of cat and mouse they play. She pulled out a seat for herself and sat upon the stone. Truly, it is so uncomfortable but she was curious to their books about mages. She pushed her long raven hair behind her shoulders and turned her head in the opposite direction of him -- in a silent statement to Zervan to leave her.

“My dear, do you know what kadan means?” Zervan asked as he walked over to her.

“No, but I am certain you wish to indulge me with your knowledge?” Azura replied as she pulled a book about mages off the shelf. Zervan only smirked with a glint in her golden eyes.

“Oh, my dear, I wish to indulge you in my knowledge of many things. I assure you.” he said quickly so she could not interpret him -- the typical game they play.

Well, she fell into that trap, didn’t she?

Zervan sat in the chair next to her: a little too close for her comfort but she did not say anything. His golden eyes glued to her like a moth to the flame.

“Kadan means “where the heart lies” or in simple terms ‘friend’. But I do prefer ‘where the heart lies’, do you?”

Azura was surprised to hear this. She honestly did not think Sten saw her as an equal -- let alone a friend. It touched her heart in a way she never thought possible. She did not say anything for a moment --- just thinking to herself about the word kadan.

“I do as well,” she answered as she opened the book. The words were in dwarf language, but she had spent her youth in the circle studying other languages -- this would be a good chance the challenge herself. She began to read, or at least tried. She knew this would set a flame to Zervan because she was not engaging in conversation.

The assassin leaned closer to her to examine the book. “Ah. Did I offend you, my beauty? Do you wish I call you kadan as well? Kadan....Ka-dan...it does sound better when it leaves my lips, doesn’t it?”

Azura tried extremely hard to let any emotion, or dear say a blush, appear on her pale features. His accent is truly marvelous -- it is so smooth and clear with a hint of allure in it. Yet, she would never tell him. She keeps her gaze on the book. Her slender finger turning the pages ever so slowly.

Zervan pouts at his gesture. He leans even closer to her. Azura can smell him -- a hint of cinnamon, leather, and the cleanse of a day bath. Maker, she hoped she smelled just as nice.

“I did not know you could read other languages. Truly fantasizing -- you are truly a remarkable woman,” he stated as his finger traced the words in the book. His fingers dancing a little too close to hers.

A compliment and a good one at that. She does pride herself in her knowledge, that is for certain. Yet, she refuses to give into this game they have played since she spared his life. He did look so pathetic that day -- bloody and beaten but still has flirty as usual. It was this charm that sparked her interesting. She had , probably never again, met a man like him. She has always been surrounded by stuttering Templars.

“You flatter me,” she replied as she gently swayed his hand away from the book. The moment her slender fingers touched his, he took his chance and held her hand in his.

“I am truly trying, mi amora,” his voice lowered and was as sweet as honey. Azura looked at their hands locked together. He leaned in toward her, and she was starting to lean back toward him as well. It was like a magnetic draw to him -- one she cannot escape so easily from.

Oh, his efforts are that of a determined man. A man ready to show his hand of cards if that means he can win the bet. She gives him credit for all his attempts and his alluring voice. It is very hard to not fall for this man. Yet, she is strong willed and refuses to fall for lust.

He was so close to her face, she could fell his breath on her skin. Her heart was racing under her blue robes. Their lips are just inches a part. Only a few more inches....

No, she cannot fall for his trap!

Azura moves her hand out his grip in a swift motion and moved her head toward the side. She closed the book and placed it back on the stone table. “Why must you make this a game?” she finally questioned him -- a question she is sure will never have answers.

Zevran had a defeated expression and pouted. “A game? My dear, this is not just a game for me. I am truly mesmerized by your beauty. I only want to show you just how beautiful you are. The only way I can do so is by showering in compliments and also in the heat of passion as I ravish your beautiful body,” he answered, adding a tone of dramatic to show his “wounded” pride of the disjointing of their hands and their needby kiss.

Azura only looked at him with a defeated expression upon her face. His handsome features, his confidence, his body -- tis everything a woman or man would want in a man. Yet, she is hesitant. He approaches sex as if there is no love in it -- sex to only be a comfort idea, not of two people in love. This is something she can never agree too.

“I am flatted, truly. But, I will just not lay with you unless there is something more than just lust.” She stated with a wave of her hand.

Zevran raised a brow and chuckled under his breath. “My dear, why must you make it so difficult? Two friends can lay and have no feelings in under the sheets.”

Azura shook her head and ran a hand through her long raven locks. This appears to be a stand off between them. She stood up and crossed her arms over her elegant robes. “Do you know what the circle of magi is?”

“Changing the subject? I’m game. I have heard only a little when I was in Anitva. Why don’t you tell me since you are eager to speak of it”, he answered and leaned back in the stone chair.

“I was given to the circle when I was only seven. I don’t remember my own parents or even what part of Ferelden I was born in,” she spoke as she stared at the books in front of her. “The circle was my home. However, in the circle we had many rules. We were respected -- to a certain degree.”

“Oh, where did the respect end?” Zevran questioned.

Azura turned back to him, “We could not be friendly to other mages or anyone in fact, if you catch my meaning” --oh he did from the look on his face -- the raise of his eyebrow and the small gap in between his lips “I am not too certain why but now that I left the circle I have my own ideas. I think they don’t let us because they believe two mages would birth another. We must serve men -- tis true, but the charnty doesn’t want too many of us. “

“My dear, are you saying that you are a virgin?” He questioned with the same expression on his face.

Azura refused to show any sign of weakness on her pale features. Yes, it was true. She was. The have relations in the circle was too difficult. So many were caught and if caught a mage risked the chance of being tranquil -- a fate worst than death. She refused to give into temptation, and there were many that is for sure.

“Yes, I am.” She answered with her chin up high. “I could never or I would risk the chance of being tranquil. However, I had a few moments of lust that is for certain.”

“Oh, “ he chuckled “do tell.”

Azura started to smile, only a little. A smile that was hard to bring out of her. “His name was Cullen. He was so strong and handsome, but he was a Templar. His job was to watch me and ensure I never fell to my demons. He would watch me train and compliment my skills. I was smitten by his appearance. One day after class, he tried to speak to me but in stead I kissed him before he could speak. Me! I did something so daring like that. I ran away in fear that he would have tell his kinght-commander on me.”

“Did he?” Zevran asked. He has been so quiet during her tale. She is not sure if he is that interested or just being polite.

“No. But we never spoke of it after that. Some days, I would kiss him out of fun if he took too long to speak. I think he did enjoy our times of lust. However, the day of my harrowing, if I became a demon he was supposed to slay me without a second thought” -- she paused, that was such a glorious moment in her life. She thought after that day she would finally be a senior mage and leave the town to serve armies as battle mage. Oh, how fate laughed at her that day.

“I approached Cullen afterward and we spoke about it. He reminds me of Allistar ; they both cannot speak in front of women. He was always so flustered around me and could never make eye contact. I tried to flirt but he would always excuse himself: I found it rather heart warming.”

“Ah. I see,” Zevran interrupted. “You wish for me to be like that. My dear, I wish I could but unlike them I cannot keep my charisma at bay.“

Azura only sighed and turned back to face him. “That is not the point of my story. If you let me finished however....”

“Yes, yes. I am eager to know what became of him,” Zevran replied and leaned on the table closer to the warden.

“I was forced to leave the circle because I helped a friend -- who became a blood mage. I still remember Cullen’s face when Duncan took me away. I waved goodbye, but I wanted to say more,” she paused -- his expression still in her memories -- too fresh. “I returned to the circle as a warden and saw that the mages took over using blood magic. Cullen was their prisoner. He was tormented by demons who pretended to be me. He didn’t think I was real and said....horrible things about me.”

“Oh, like what?” Zevran asked with a venom in his usual honey like tone.

“He couldn’t understand how he could want a mage. Like I was some vile creature from the gates of the fade ready to chew men up. He saw me just as another apostate -- not even a circle mage.” she paused and exhaled slowly. “He...he never looked at me the same after that day.”

“My dear....I.....am sorry,” he spoke softly to him. His soft tone was almost her undoing.

“I tell you this because I have been in lust. This is what this is between us, just lust. I....” she paused -- too shamed to say what she really wants from him. Love, that’s what she wants. That’s what she craves. She craves to be the desire of someone -- her and only her. “ I don’t want just lust.”

Zevran was silent as he stared at her. She has never felt self conscious, but she does under his silent gaze. So unlike him to be so quiet.

“I have always taken my pleasures when I could. I only know of lust,” he paused and she felt her feet getting cold from the fear of his statement. “Yet, for a women as beautiful, strong, alluring such as yourself. I would kill to have you share a night with me. Perhaps... We shall see, no promises, mi amora.”

That’s all she can ask for at the moment.

Azura sat back in her chair and looked up at Zevran. “I suppose it is hard to think what you say about me is true all the time. I was never praised in the circle for my appearance or my body: only my talents. I was created to serve man -- that was all -- and am still good for.”

Zevran shook his head. He stood up and nearly turned the chair over. “No! That is not true. You don’t just have one purpose. You have many. Look at you! A beautiful warden whose fate is to unite the races together to stop the Blight. That is more than serving man, I believe.”

Azura sighed -- it does sound nice but her only purpose for so long was to serve SOMEONE -- the chantry, a noble, an army, whoever.

“Maybe, all this independence has gone to my head--” she started to say but Zevran walked over to her and took her hands into his tanned ones.

“Azura,” he stated and a blush formed on her pale features. The way he speaks her name in the accent --- it is truly her undoing. His fingers stroked the top of her hands slowly. “you are so much more than just a circle mage.”

She looked up at him and her fingers tightened around his hands. She didn’t break their gaze. This -- this connection, right here and right now feels stronger than any she has felt before. His warm yellow hues made her feel so warm -- protected.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

#dragon age #dragon age fiction #dragon age fanfiction #zevran x femwarden

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11 year old Ben’s new batch of 10! Updated powers n such under the cut!

Swampfire has the ability to regrow his body over and over again from even the worst type of damage. He has a heated inner core that allows him to create fire from his charcoal-like hands. When snapping his fingers together, a spark ignites the methane gases his body produces, allowing him to create fire. Being a being that LIVES on heat, Swampfire can withstand almost any type of hot temperatures. Swampfire is pretty resilient against many things, but if in extremely col environments, he is greatly weakened. He has a TERRIBLE odor due to the methane gas (although not as bad as Stinkfly’s stank) so hiding ain’t easy. For this design, I tried merging all of his concept designs, along with his blossomed form while adding a bit of my own flare to it. Heh, flare. Like fire. As in the alien above. The one that controls fire. Aptly named Swampfire. I wish I was dead.

For Echo Echo’s new design, I kinda wanted to return to form on this one. While I love Omniverse’s style and a lot of their redesign’s (I mean it IS practically the only art style I try to go for when drawing Ben 10), there are a few redesigns that don’t really strike me as the best. Echo Echo kinda being on of them. My only complaint was making him more pudgy-looking and giving him bulbous bug eyes. So, I kinda used his old design while keeping in tune with Omniverse’s design. Echo Echo is like a living amplifier. Covered in head to toe with a biosuit allowing him to create copies of himself, Echo Echo can duplicate and increase his amplitude tenfold. However, he can’t make infinite copies of himself. His max limit for clones is around 10 to 15. Anymore than that can weaken him and make his amplification less powerful. So if you’re expecting an army, you’re out of luck.

For Humungousaur’s new design I didn’t necessarily change much despite his power set is a tad different. AS for his clothing, I absolutely LOVE giving Vaxasaurians MMA-style clothing (shorts and gloves, primarily). I liked how it looks on my OC, Brawlasaurus, so I wanted to do it with Humungousaur too! Humungousaur is one one of Ben’s strongest, and largest aliens (besides Way Big). Humungousaur is pretty much just a large humanoid-like Dinosaur alien ranging up to 20 feet tall. He has IMMENSE strength (surpassing Four Arms), and very durable, incredibly dense, armor-like skin. But, like every alien, he has his weaknesses. Vaxasaurians are notorious for being cold-blooded creatures. Meaning if they were ever in contact with harsh, cold elements, their strength and size would dwindle and could possibly even die. So if a Vaxasaurian were to ever pick a fight with a Necrofriggian, chances are the Necrofriggian would come out the victor. And before anyone asks, no. My versions of Vaxasaurians do not sporadically change their size and grow plates of armor. They’re already large enough and have dense skin.

Instead of flying fast, Jetray is able to merely glide quickly in the air. In the water, however, he’s an incredibly fast swimmer. He can still breathe both on land and in water. Instead of shooting lasers from his eyes and tail, he merely has the ability to do so from his eyes. His tail is now able to shoot out a very long, VERY sharp paralytic barb that he can regrow. For this redesign I wanted to keep Jetray’s colors/stripes and such, but have a few of his features to feel a tad more alien. So I decided to simply restructure his face and change his abilities.

Big Chill’s power set is not that different from what we’ve seen. He still has the ability to freeze things by blowing incredibly cold gases/wind onto an opponent, freezing them instantly. He also has the ability to become intangible and phase through different objects, even freezing them inside-out if he chooses. Big Chill now has the added ability to create large ice structures over his limbs in order to make any punch/kick twice as powerful. Big Chills species can survive the cold vacuum of space, however they are still susceptible to incredibly hot temperatures. Was really excited for this one since Big Chill was an old fave of mine. For his design, I really wanted to keep the buff look Omniverse gave him, since I sorta felt his more scrawny-look made him look like a dude in a suit (a problem I feel UAF had a lot of times with their designs). I wanted to give him a lil fur, like an actual moth, and an exposed rib cage that has a translucent sack that can sorta show his organs (although a tad hard to see in the pose, my bad). I also REALLY wanted to keep the hood he always wears, so I had the idea that to top part of his wings stay on his head when he’s gliding, but when he needs to fly faster they flow outward, giving him more air to fly on.

Chromastone is still a subspecies of Petrosapiens known as a Crystalsapien. However, this subspecies mainly lives deep underground, illuminating the dark caves and catacombs. They absorb large amounts of light when they’re on the surface and “feed it” to the core of Petropia, thus containing the planet as a whole. The crystal on his head allows him to shoot a wide range of powerful beams of light that can disintegrate an object in no time flat. He can also create light energy-based barriers to defend himself (an evolutionary trait his species learned to not be crushed by any cave-ins). Nothing too different from the last redesign I did for, but merely simplified it and gave him a new outfit.

For his powers/skill set, Brainstorm is one of Ben’s most strategic and analytical aliens on the roster. Able to calculate practically ANYTHING (whether it being complex math equations, enemy attacks, etc.) Brainstorm proves to be a go-to alien when needed for complex issues Ben can’t solve on his own. Brainstorm can produce and manipulate electricity in a variety of useful forms, including shoving/launching or shocking enemies, creating protective force fields of energy by opening the exoskeleton plates on his skull. Brainstorm is often very cold an calculating, so a lot of his calculations don’t involve how other may feel about his solutions. His species is also very boastful, so he may get stuck on admiring how intelligent he is. Nothing all that different for Brainstorm in terms of design, pretty much just an addition of the sharp, winged ridge around his dome. Felt like it gave him some mad scientist “hair” in a weird way. .

For his skill sets, Spidermonkey is not too different. He’s now equipped with sharp, prehensile spider-like arms and a paralytic/venomous bite. Spidermonkey’s webs are about as strong as a lightweight cable, and sticky enough to latch on to just about any surface. Spidermonkey is able to climb on just about anything, although places with sooth surfaces can be pretty hard for him to grasp on to. Spidermonkey is INCREDIBLY agile, able to dodge many attacks and can jump insanely high. However, he’s not as strong as you might think. He relies far too much on his webbing, but can only organically spin out as much as he can. He can be easily caught off guard and taken down, depending on his adversary. For this design, I really wanted to hammer in the whole spider aspect about Spidermonkey, since I sorta feel his design was pretty much just a monkey with extra limbs and weird eyes. However, I didn’t want to stray away from his initial design he had in UAF. I didn’t really like the hair design they went with in Omniverse, so I kept the UAF style since it gave him more of a spider-looking head.

This Goop doesn’t need his Anti-Gravity Projector to move, however if he’s on a planet with little to no gravity, his body will move aimlessly and sporadically. He’s still able to make his goop acidic, and can fit between any crease or crevice. However, if the Omnitrix (which is now located inside his body for convenience) is removed from his body it will return Ben to his human form. His one major weakness is large amounts of water. If submerged, his body will dilute and also cause Ben to revert back to his human form. Goop’s species is immune to heat, but can be slowed down in much more frigged temperatures. Nothing too different from the first redesign I did of him, just felt like putting him in an old pose he’s had before.

And last but certainly not least, Alien X! I really loved his initial look, so the only thing I really wanted to was give him clothes inspired by OS suits and the Galactic Gladiator outfit. I also wanted to make the three horns on his head to be the same color green that Serena and Bellicus are to show how there are three entities controlling Alien X (including Ben, obviously). Alien X is at the TOP of the most powerful aliens list. He’s omnipotent, being able to warp reality, time, and space with ease and at any level. He’s so powerful he can even recreate the universe if need be! However, that doesn’t mean these tasks are easy… A major weakness for the most powerful alien in the universe is simply coming to a decision on what to do. Sounds dumb right? It should be easy knowing what to do immediately. Wall crumbles? Just rebuild it using your thoughts. City being wiped out by typhoon? Just reverse the effects of the planet to calm it down. Bad guy going on a rampage? Teleport him to the nearest dimension. Well, it wouldn’t be hard to actually do those things, but it depends on every variable you could dream of. Ben often goes to Serena and Bellicus (the two other halves of a Celestialsapien that they all have) to see what to do. Serena tells Ben how one decision can solve the situation, while Bellicus tells him how it could also mess with events going on ANYWHERE in the universe. Not only that, but Alien X’s powers are so difficult for Ben to manage that any one of his abilities can mess with the fabric of reality itself. While in this form, Ben would have to be absolutely emotionless and analytical. All three must come to a conclusion that ends up solving the problem, while not damaging any part of the space-time continuum. You can probably imagine how that sort of thing can be really difficult for an 11 year old who barely knows what cereal to get at the super market. Not only that, but turning into Alien X takes a major tole on Ben’s psyche. After transforming back, Ben still hears voices and gets major headaches. He has trouble sleeping at night, thinking about every action he takes that could have a negative or positive effect. It really messes with him for a while, making Alien X one of his most powerful, and harmful aliens to transform into.

#ben 10 #my art

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