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blkice64-blog · 20 days
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Marcus Randall
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pisoprano · 5 months
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Thinking about the symmetry of Catwalker and Loveybug.
Yes, they’re both just a version of their civilian selves, but those versions have been pushed to extremes. For Catwalker, he’s the embodiment of perfection and doing what he’s told, but Adrien the civilian often pushes back against being controlled. For Loveybug, she the embodiment of daydreams and affection, but Marinette the civilian is often gets in her own way of fulfilling her romantic dreams.
But these two aren’t just mirroring their own civilian selves, they’re also mirroring their superhero partner. Like Ladybug, Catwalker is focused on the mission above all else and tries to be professional. Like Chat Noir, Loveybug wears her heart on her sleeve and indulges in grand romantic gestures at inappropriate moments.
And this new version of the heroes is simultaneously all their partner thinks they want, and yet not at all what they truly need. Catwalker can help her carry her burdens, but he can’t be the partner who knows Ladybug well enough to be her best friend. Loveybug can shower him with affection, but she can’t be the partner Chat Noir knows well enough to love him for the real him.
And even when you remove the partner they know from the equation and just have it be Catwalker and Loveybug, they still find themselves drawn to each other. Loveybug knows from prior experience that Catwalker is a total sweetheart and is exactly the sort of boy she’d drool over if she didn’t have Chat Noir and/or Adrien. Catwalker knows from prior experience that Loveybug is totally lovey-dovey and is exactly the sort of girl he’d want to have close to him if he didn’t have Ladybug and/or Marinette.
And both are internally screaming just being transformed like this. Catwalker is stressed over having to force himself to conform to a strict standard for Ladybug’s approval, but he thought that having this clean slate would let him be by her side after facing rejection. Loveybug is stressed that letting loose on her emotions so much will be lead to a mortifyingly embarrassing rejection, but she thought that having this clean slate would let her act on her feelings for once without having to worry about long term consequences.
And in our scenario where Catwalker and Loveybug have become partners, it’s only a matter of time before they both crack from pushing their identities to their limits (her from showing a boy more love than her comfort zone has ever allowed, him from restraining himself from reciprocating the love he desperately wants). And once those cracks finally show? Then they’ll be able to see—just a bit more fully—who their partner has been hiding under the mask all this time.
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mariaashby64 · 1 year
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I swear I I’ll get some art done *soon*.
Apparently I’ve been FE deprived and am enjoying this game way too much. Also these supports sure have been something.
Pt 2
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nahoney22 · 21 days
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Hi ! Congrats on reaching 4000 followers, I'm so proud of you and you totally deserve it ! ❤️
Can I request a Crosshair x fem!reader one-shot with the prompt "every time i see you, i fall in love all over again" with Crosshair saying this to the reader after seeing her do something silly/cute (and they've been married for a few years already) ? I just feel like it'll be so cute 🥰
4000 Prompt List Celebration
Crosshair X Fem!Reader
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• “Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”
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Warnings: Fluffy goodness, married couple, female reader, kisses, reader is a terrible cook, baking chaos, pet names, soft crosshair.
Authors note: so sorry for the wait my darling! @coraex , hopefully this is fluffy enough for you! Enjoy 💜
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Life on Pabu was a paradise. The weather was always idyllic, the beach pristine, and your husband, well, he was nothing short of perfect. Yet, amidst this perfection, there lingered one imperfection: your baking skills, or rather, lack thereof. However, fate bestowed upon you an opportunity to fix this flaw while your husband ventured off on a supply run for the people.
And so with meticulous precision, you measured each ingredient, ensuring nothing fell short of perfection. You had even ventured to local vendors and handpicked the finest ingredients to craft a savoury delicacy introduced to you by Phee so naturally, you had to make it. Or give it a go, at least.
As the oven worked its magic, you stepped onto the balcony to your home, allowing the warm breeze to tousle your hair and the sun to caress your skin. Your gaze wandered to the sky, where the familiar silhouette of the Havoc Marauder emerged.
Remaining on the balcony, you observed as the men and the lone girl disembarked the ship. Crosshair, as always, locked eyes with your shared home, a smirk adorning his features. With a wave and a beckoning gesture, you invited him to join you inside.
As soon as the door hisses open, you eagerly dash across the threshold and leap into his arms. The man staggers momentarily before finding his footing, wrapping one of his long arms around you. "Missed me, pretty lady?"
"As always," you grin, leaning back to plant a kiss on his lips. "Even if it has only been a few hours."
"At least I got a hug this time," he chuckles, placing your feet back on the ground and bestowing a sweet kiss on your forehead.
Stepping back, you let Crosshair settle his belongings and smile fondly at him. "Well, last time, you went 'what? No hug for me?'" You recall, earning a playful eye roll as he places his helmet on a table next to a framed holophoto of your wedding day. Every time you look at it, nothing but fond and loving memories fill your mind.
"Very well," he declares, launching himself onto the couch, kicking his feet up on an ottoman. He pats the spot beside him, and you gratefully accept, snuggling into his side. "So, what are you trying to bake this time, then?"
"How did you know I was baking something?" you inquire, a hint of surprise in your voice, as you glance towards the kitchen where you were certain you had hidden any sign of evidence of you baking.
Then, he leans forward and as you think he’s about to steal a kiss, a mischievous glint dances in his eyes. His thumb playfully swipes across your cheek and nose, leaving behind traces of flour and sugar on his finger that he holds up that makes your face flush with embarrassment. "Ah," you chuckle, realising the source of the sensation.
He chuckles too, but his amusement is tinged with concern as he sniffs the air with a subtle frown. "How long have you been cooking for?"
Glancing at the chronometer on the wall, then back at him, you reply, "About two hours now. Should be ready in the next hour or so." Your grin conveys eagerness, but his expression remains neutral, a hint of skepticism lurking in his eyes.
“Babe, I think it’s already done.”
Again, you blink at him, momentarily taken aback. "Huh?"
“I smell burning.”
Just as he finishes his sentence, the shrill sound of the smoke alarm fills the air, and you wince at the piercing noise. Cursing above the noise, you rush towards the kitchen, your heart pounding with a mix of frustration and urgency.
“Gloves! GLOVES!” Crosshair's urgent voice rings out, but you're focused on the task at hand and it falls on deaf ears. Ignoring his plea, you yank open the oven door, confronting the billowing clouds of black smoke that engulf the kitchen. Fetching your hand inside the burning oven, you grab a hold of the tray of the baked goods, yanking it out with a small yelp.
Crosshair springs into action, swift and decisive. In a matter of seconds, he's by your side, checking on you with a mixture of concern and determination etched on his features. But after you insist you’re fine, he shifts his focus to the task at hand, pushing open the window to let the smoke out and silencing the alarm with a practiced hand.
“Come here, run your hand under the tap quickly,” he instructs, his voice gentle yet firm as he guides you towards the sink. Switching the water on, he ensures the temperature is just right before gently urging your hand underneath the cool stream.
“Crosshair, I’m fine. Honestly,” you assure him which was not even a lie because you were. It was pretty much a miracle you somehow didn’t burn yourself but as for the savoury treats… burnt to a crisp.
Crosshair moves away from you and inspects the smoking tray, blinking at the almost incinerated food. “Well, maybe they taste better than they look.”
“Oh, stow it,” you retort at his sarcastic comment, though you know he means it playfully. Disappointment paints your features as you glance at the charred remnants of your baking attempt. “Why can’t I cook anything?!”
“You can. Just, badly.”
“If you’re trying to hurt my feelings, you’re succeeding,” you pout, flinging water droplets from your hand at him before switching the tap off and folding your arms over your chest in annoyance.
Crosshair comes back your way and drapes an arm over your shoulder, using his hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “Don’t worry about it. You can try again?”
“What’s the point? I’ll probably burn our home down.”
“That’s true.”
You playfully slap his hand away and begin to tidy up your mess, Crosshair helping you along the way by washing up the tray before you move back to the sofa and faceplant onto it with a heavy sigh. The soft cushions provide some comfort as you let out a frustrated groan.
You hear the running water switch off, a small clang of him putting the washing away, and then faint steps towards you.
“I don’t know how you do it,” he starts, quickly earning a loud and unwilling-to-listen whine before you ask what about.
“That every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”
You roll onto your back and stare up at him with narrowed eyes. “Why are you being soft?”
He laughs, warm and soft before he scoots you into his lap, taking a seat and peppering kisses over your cheek. “You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”
“I don’t care,” you giggle as you let him gush over you, “you are.” You grin at him with bright eyes. “But why did you say that?”
“It’s true,” he shrugs casually. “You may try and burn our home down all the time, but I love you all the same for it.”
You playfully squint at his jokey insult, but instead of trying to be smart and think of a retort, you kiss your husband and tell him exactly how you feel too, cherishing these moments of love and laughter.
“Let’s go out for dinner. It’s on me.” Now that’s an opportunity you won’t pass up on.
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sad-leon · 7 months
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"Hey, you're real and there are people that will love you for just being you"
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Leo is in desperate need of some free hugs and luckily Sprout is gentle with him <3
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m-eltdown · 1 month
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love late night hours until the mental illness comes to mentally ill me
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lilac-cat-draws · 9 months
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I may not have been very active in the previous update but no way am I missing this, I need that Kaeya lore (and that skin)
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Something people in the Frankenstein fandom do that I do not understand is calling the creature Adam. It's not his name. The line where the Adam thing gets mentioned is the creature calling himself Lucifer/Satan.
How do people get "I am Adam" from "I ought to by thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel"?
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approvedtrash · 9 months
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hands? yes please.
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Walking in and hearing you was nothing new for him. He’d usually hear you singing in the kitchen or yelling at a game you were playing. Walking in and hearing your moans coming from your shared room was something a bit new for 3pm. 
Curiosity got the better of him as he entered. Placing his stuff down carefully as to not scare you. You were getting louder and and sounded desperate but all he could hear was you. Well and a slight dinging. 
The door was cracked open so he didn’t even have to make a sound as he peeked inside. There you were ass in the air and fingers moving in and out of your wet center. You had a ball gag in your mouth to muffle the sounds. The sounds that were going straight to his cock. 
“Mmm -” you moaned out as you stuck a fourth finger in. 
Bakugo was drooling at this point. He knew about your little side hustle but it was usually when he was away on long missions. He had never seen you live and in person before like this. In all of your glory working yourself open and drooling yourself on the sheets. 
“What a welcome home,” he growled. 
Everything stopped at this point. Though the pings were doubling now. Your free hand worked it’s way towards the gag pulling it out slowly. 
“Hey baby, glad you’re home,” you moaned out.
Turning to look at your monitor you giggled and looked at Bakugo again.
“You’re making the viewers go crazy Baby, they want you to join me,” you said. 
“Is that so? What do you want sweets?” He asked. His voice hoarse and sexy as he walked closer to you. 
You were thinking while your fingers were starting to inch towards your core again. Taunting and teasing while you looked at him, eyes half lidded. 
“I know you can’t be on fully, but I bet they’d like your hands. So big and strong,” you got out in a breathy tone. 
He chuckled and crept towards you again, “Oh, you think they deserve it? Should they get to see me making my girl feel good?”
"Come check the comments," you told him.
Sauntering over to peer at your screen but not be seen on camera he scanned the comments flooding in. He knew you were popular but you had more than doubled what you made weekly I'm the 20 minutes you were streaming.
"If you wanna see it so bad pay up," he growled.
The numbers started to grow exponentially. He smirked down at you as you started to run your hands up your thighs. Eyes locked with his the whole time and not even noticing your camera anymore. His hand began with feather like touches on my spine. 
“I knew you’d like this, coming home to see me stuffing myself full without you,” you giggled.
“Full huh? I could give you something to stuff you full,” he growled. 
A smack to your ass as he moved closer to your core. You were dripping again already. He coated his fingers as he slowly moved in between your lips. The small sounds coming from you only made him want to fuck you more. He had to be good though since he didn’t want to give his identity away. 
“You’re right, you always fill me must better,” you mewled. Pushing back against him a little more.
“Needy little slut aren’t you, trying to fuck yourself on my fingers and I haven’t even done much,” he said. 
Bakugo turned toward your set up. Watching comments come in about how good you looked, how you were dripping, how he must be a good lay if you were this desperate. He couldn’t agree more. He was so proud of you. 
“Your viewers are just as bad as you are Princess, you fuckers enjoy watching me finger fuck my girl so much? How about you buy her something nice,” he suggested. 
The numbers were flowing in even more now. You weren’t even paying attention as you were grinding against his palm to get what you wanted most. 
“I want you, please,” you were begging at this point.
“What more can I give you angel?” He asked. A slight slap to your center as he started toying with your clit.
“It won’t even get your face, please fuck me,” you whined.
He pondered while his other hand come over now to start fucking you open again, “You sure they deserve to see you get pounded like that?”
Frantically nodding and fisting the sheets you whined again. He could hear a faint please come out of you. He was already moving his sweats down just enough. His cock came out and as you saw it hard waiting for you you groaned loudly. 
“Pretty making all of those sounds just for me, waiting for me to split you open and make you scream huh?” He asked. His hand kneading the flesh of your ass. 
“Been waiting for you to come home and fill me all day baby,” you replied. Your hands coming to spread yourself open to present yourself to him. 
Lining himself up with you he teased your clit with the head of his cock. Coating it to slick himself up before he slammed into you. Hands kneading the flesh of your hips as he groaned feeling your warm wet insides around him. 
There was a constant ring now as donations and messages were flooding in. Those were drowned out by the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and his grunts as he fucked you into your mattress. 
“Oh fuck, I knew I was missing you. Fucking pussy drooling on my cock while your viewers watch, dirty little thing,” he was panting. 
You’d respond but his other hand was holding your head into the sheets. Anything coming out of you was muffled. Not that you were complaining. This was one of your favorite positions. 
“I can feel you clenching around me, you gonna cum so fucking soon huh? You that close, love me pounding into you like this, huh?” He kept up. 
He was getting close too, he had a stressful day and this was exactly what he needed to unwind. Feeling you so warm around him and and ready for him. He was twitching. 
“How much to cum inside her huh? What’s that worth to you?” He asked towards the monitor. 
“If you cum inside me I’ll pay you Ka- baby, please,” you managed to get out. 
That pushed him over, his cum filling you and giving you exactly what you needed to finish as well. You were both panting but you knew the show was over. Turning around just enough to thank the viewers and sign off. Katsuki fell on you after that. 
“That was a lot of fun, thank you Katsuki. Bad day?” You asked. Pulling his head down as you turned so he could lay on you. 
“Not so bad anymore, you almost slipped up Princess,” he whispered. He was falling asleep. 
Hand combing through his hair you were going over all of the donations and comments on your last stream. Your eyes going to one that had sent in 50,000 yen with the comment ‘Let Dynamight know he should cover the scars on his hand if he wants to continue these shows.’
You’d keep that to yourself for now but would make sure that he wore gloves in the future should he want to be a special guest.
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monsternightmaress · 1 month
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Late night snack 🫦
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snowberai · 1 year
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FUCK IT WE BALL!!
Mc au redesigns Part 1
mmmm might change a bit later, who knows.
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zitrovee · 1 year
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Sunny and Lila are gfs you cant change my mind #brazilianartists
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pisoprano · 6 months
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I found it a bit odd that in the promo pictures for the Miraculous Paris special, Shadybug and Emonette both appear in one:
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But Claw Noir only appears in his super form:
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Now, this may just be a sign that Evil!Adrien isn’t going to get as much screen time as Evil!Marinette is, or be a side effect of how this show’s marketing tends to skew towards featuring the girls (and Marinette specifically).
But if we want to put on the tinfoil hat? There’s the conspiracy explanation for why we’re not being given info about Claw Noir’s civilian form in the promotional imagery:
That’s not Adrien. That’s Felix.
Felix is Chat Noir in the PV universe, so it’s not out of the question that he could be the black cat wielder in another universe. An AU where Chat is evil is exactly the sort of place you can make Chat!Felix canon.
And if you look at his transformation as Argos, what do we see?
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Oh hey, it’s green hair and pink eyes, same as Claw Noir!
Coincidence??????????????
(yeah, probably)
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mariaashby64 · 1 year
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Someone asked if I could make more and, since I’m in the mood I decided to oblige.
Pt 1
Also bonus edit
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scribbiesan · 3 days
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Corrupted!Archon Lucien Update!
@imagine-darksiders . Almost done with him. Seems even in art form he’s a prick to work with lol.
Man this bitch gave me a time and a half! Trying to get his flat colors together was a test of patience for me, but I’m glad I got it out of the way. He looks pretty.
I’m gonna work on the BG, shading, and special effects in the morning. Had a shit day yesterday. I am truly happy with how I did the details this time around, especially the feathering!
Corruption is fun to mess with. Looks very goopy, like algae sludge. ;)
(Figured I would post the update as its own post instead of a reblog, if only to make it easier for others to see later on and not have to go digging through reblogs like I’ve had to sometimes)
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kan-opener · 8 days
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Boomerang canonically having a big [hon hon hon] is interesting in all but.. I’m going to need proof
Visual learner by the way
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