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nkogneatho · 3 months

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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

—cw: this is just hella angst and a lil fluffy, character death, jjk au but altered a bit, megumi is reader's son and toji and reader are couples so don't get this twisted because of the tags.

—a/n: please cry. or do inhave to cut onions??? no but fr i was sobbing hard while writing this because yaknow how much i love my man :(( please give feedbacks tho i love reading them.

your eyes were resting close. there was sense of guilt, panic and fear gnawing megumi as he sat on the stool next to your hospital bed. there were a million reasons he could've prevented this. a million. but what is supposed to happen, happens. if he rushed home quicker, you, his mother wouldn't be lying on the hospital bed right now. if only he would've been aside you, keeping you company instead of on a mission, he would've saved you from those corrupt sorcerers. but it happened. and now he was scared, praying every god to turn back time or save you somehow even when the doctor's had announced you wouldn't make it.

you fluttered your eyes open, and slowly adjusted your head to meet your son who was resting his face in his hands, probably sobbing.

"me-gumi..."

"MOM?" his voice was drenched in panic and fear but he eased it out, making sure not to startle you. "you're fine. you're completely alright. just rest and go to sleep okay?"

"since when do you lie to your mom?" he was stunned you caught his lie "i know...i know my body better than anyone else," you stated. his lips quivered in guilt. poor boy. why does he blame himself for everything?

"gumi?" he couldn't form words so he just replied with a hum. "it's not your fault. i don't blame you for anything."

"but—"

"you're the best son i could ever ask for. i know i didn't give birth to you, but not once i ever felt like you weren't my son...not on—not once did i ever feel like you weren't a part of my heart...", a tear rolled of his eye. "so don't blame yourself or you'll be insulting my heart."

"you are the best mother ever." you chuckled lightly because you remembered once he brought an essay home with the same topic. "my mom is the best mom in the world," in his crooked handwriting and drawing of you and his dad holding hands with him. oh right. dad. he knew it was his dad that he fought in shibuya when you told him when he was finally ready. he spiraled into a emotional mess to gulp everything and then your words finally cleared the blurry pictures he had in his head of his childhood.

"is there something you want me to tell your dad when i meet him?" megumi stopped breathing for a few seconds before he finally let out a sigh.

"tell papa...i am sorry." megumi and toji never really had that deep and close father-son bond. there as never a right time in their life.

"he is not mad at you megumi. we're—we're parents. we will always love our child even when they hate us. and you hated him for the right reasons." he was in the verge of sobbing. "megumi...look at me." he lifted his head to meet your eyes. "your dad loved you. he really did. and i am sure when i meet him...he will ask about you first."

"promise me you'll be my mom again in the next life?" he offered his pinky.

"i promise." you entagled your pinky with his.

"i love you mom." you smiled. you didn't say it back. you didn't need to. he knew that you loved him so much.

megumi gently took your hand resting on the hospital mattress and tucked it between his palms. he was warm. or maybe it was your blood running cold. colder and colder till you shut off your eyes, the smile disappearing as your muscles relaxed and heart gave up. megumi's eyes lost inq containing the river of tears and they finally rolled down.

*sounds of waves*

you opened your eyes to bright blue sky mirroring on the ocean, the waves emerging and lacing your feet, the sand tickling your toes. you looked around to find something else but it was all just...beach. till your eyes fell on someone they've been starving to see for years. your husband. the love of your life was right in front of you.

toji smiled and you exhaled in relief, but the exhale bought the years of pent up pain appear on your face, making tears fall constantly.

"i waited for so long, baby." god, his voice. you missed it so much.

you ran. you ran till you were in the arms of your lover, and toji embraced you like he would never let go. "i am here." you cried and he did too. his lips pressed against yours so tightly. he stopped to look at you and ponder at your beautiful face. a face everyday that he tried not to forget. he never could but now you were here finally.

"how's megumi?"

"that idiot. always blaming himself. did you mention how shitty i was?"

"he said "tell papa i am sorry, ha."

toji laughed.

"i did. but he still loves you." you both thought it was funny. "he's your son after all. doesn't show it, but he's stubborn like you inside."

"i am not stubborn."

"yes you are. you got yourself killed even when i told you not to. you left me alone to survive in a world without you even when i told you don't. do you know how hard it was everyday to live without you, toji?" your words getting a little unclear towards the end as you sobbed and yelled.

toji hugged you once again. "i am sorry."

"you should be!"

"i know." he kissed your forehead. "why don't you tell me what happened all these years while we take a walk on a beach?" your puppy eyes peered up at him. "we have forever now."

#jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #megumi x reader #megumi angst #jjk fluff #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #toji x you #toji x y/n #jjk drabbles

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grandline-fics · 4 months

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Ohhhh i really really really like your writing, it’s so very good!! Could i request some fluff with zoro? I was thinking about the reader being an artist, and he finds her sketchbook and is impressed by her art, and then he finds drawings of the crew and him. Or something like that, you can definitely change the idea. Thank you very much, i hope you have a good day/night!

DESCRIPTION: You’re an artist and he asks to see your sketchbook

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Zoro

WORDS: 680

A/N: Thank you for the request! I've been feeling a bit of writer's block creeping up but hopefully you like what I came up with.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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“You’re going to hurt your back if you keep hunching over like that.” Zoro told you as he looked over his shoulder to fix you with a meaningful look, amused to see you snap out of your trance to look up in surprise. It didn’t matter how many times he reminded you to sit up properly, you still ended up in this kind of position when you were intensely set on drawing in the sketchbook that was rarely far from your reach. He didn’t miss how your hand instinctively curled over the pages currently being worked on, protecting them from view but also using practiced care to avoid smudging the drawings.

Zoro couldn’t help but note you were more protective of your sketchbook around him than you would be with the rest of the crew. Yes, you still would shield it initially from view but if asked you would reveal what you were currently working on. With him? You never showed it unless it was finished products on a canvas. Silently he wondered why he was different. Though he supposed he wasn’t one to ask outright compared to the likes of Luffy who was impulsive and excitable, Sanji, who gushed over the slightest thing, and even Robin who was naturally curious about art and anything intellectual. Compared to them, Zoro never felt the need to ask even when he did want to see your talent. “Can I see?” he asked.

You tensed in surprise and quickly let your gaze flicker to the sketchbook and back to his face. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to see, it was just you weren’t sure how he would react. Hesitantly you pulled your hand away and let the pages be revealed to him. Zoro stepped closer and lifted the book into his hands, he’d seen how you held it enough times to know the proper way to treat it without ruining any of your hard work. Slowly he started at the beginning, taking in scenes you’d drawn from previous adventures on different islands.

Some pages held detailed studies of plants and landscapes, each bringing out a memory for him, whether it of a vague feeling of relaxation or a stronger emotion as he recalled the hard won fights they’d engaged on. Most of the pages however he knew had been taken from some place on the Sunny, the focus being some, if not all of the crew. It didn’t take him long to notice that he seemed to feature more heavily than the others. He would be lying if he didn’t feel some sort of satisfaction at that.

For the first time since you’d let him look at the very thing you were most precious about he lifted his gaze to see you were purposely looking away from him. “It’s not like you to be insecure, you’re talented. Why are you so nervous?” He asked, pretending to be oblivious. Part of him hoped you’d give him an answer he’d been hoping on. Zoro watched you lightly chew on your bottom lip as you tried to form an answer. Finally you cleared your throat.

“I’m not insecure about my skill…” You began simply, slowly building the nerve to look at the swordsman while also trying to stop the growing blush on your face. “It’s just I don’t want you to think I’m stalking you or anything, I know I’ve drawn you a lot.”

“You have?” Zoro couldn’t help the teasing tone creeping into his voice as he looked down at one page in particular that was a study of him training with his swords. “Hadn’t noticed.”

”Oh shut up!” You grumbled lightly, taking the sketchbook back into your hold. “It’s not my fault I can only draw things that interest me. It’s just how I am.” Quickly you clamped your mouth shut, the blush burning on your skin stronger now as Zoro grinned down at you, looking even more pleased with himself. He only wished he’d asked to see your sketchbook sooner had he known this was what he was going to get.

#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece fic #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x you #one piece scenario #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa x y/n

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cozage · 7 months

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 10: Change in Plans

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.2k

Sanji was the first to approach your unmoving form. He sat in front of you and held out a plate.

“You should eat. Ace told me you needed to eat.”

Ace’s name made you flinch, but other than that you showed no sign of seeing or hearing Sanji. In a sense, you didn’t hear him. Everything felt distorted, like you were underwater or in a dark and echoey cave.

This wasn’t happening to you. It couldn’t happen to you. Ace would be back soon. This was all a big misunderstanding.

“Come on,” Sanji said. “I hate to see you like this, darling. You need to eat. He’s not worth it.”

Tears filled your eyes. “You don’t know anything, Sanji,” you snapped. “So don’t talk about things that you don’t understand.”

He seemed startled that you addressed him, but he took that as a good sign. “Listen, you’re a beautiful lady. You don’t need him, so just-”

“I need him,” you whispered. “I need to find him. I need-” you eyes widened. “His vivre card,” you breathed.

You rushed to your feet and raced to your bag, pulling out a clip of papers.

Whitey, Brew, Dad, Marco, Jinbe, Izou, Curiel, Shanks, Namur, Haruta, Epoida.

You looked again. Whitey, Brew, Dad, Marco, Jinbe, Izou, Curiel, Shanks, Namur, Haruta, Epoida.

No Ace. His card had drawings of hearts all over it. You did it so his card would stand out against the others. It was impossible to miss. But it wasn’t there.

“Luffy!” you called out, clipping the papers back together. “Did Ace give you a piece of paper?”

“A paper?” Luffy asked, staring at you confused.

“A paper.” You held out your other vivre cards as an example. “Like this?”

Luffy stared at your hand long and hard, and then shook his head. “Nope.”

“Luffy.” Panic was rising in you, desperation beginning to spill into and seizing your muscles. “Give me the paper.”

“He didn’t give me one.” Luffy turned away from you, unable to meet your eyes.

You knew he was lying. You could see it written all over his face, which is why he was hiding it from you. But could you fight him for the possibility of getting Ace’s vivre card? You didn’t even know where the card was hidden, and Luffy wouldn’t give that information up, even if you did try to beat it out of him.

Plus, beating up Luffy meant beating up his crew too. Could you fight every Strawhat here? Logistically, it’d be a walk in the park. But you weren’t sure if you could live with yourself. You’d have to convince him.

“I promise I’ll give it back when I’m done with it, Luffy.”

“He only gave me the snail,” Luffy said, his lip sticking out in defiance.

“Please,” you begged. “Ace will die without-”

“Ace won’t die!” Luffy yelled, glaring at you. “Have more faith in him! He has faith in you!”

Your lower lip trembled, and you bit it to keep it steady. Luffy clearly knew nothing. Ace didn’t have any faith in you at all. Or else he wouldn’t have left.

“Luffy!” Sanji screamed back in your defense. “Don’t yell at a lady!”

“You’re yelling at Luffy now!” Zoro yelled.

“Yeah, ‘cuz he’s an idiot, idiot!”

“You won’t find it,” Luffy assured you, ignoring his crew. “I don’t have it.”

You knew he did have it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take it from him by force. So you walked to Yuba with the crew, hoping that he might change his mind the more you were together.

You didn’t eat. Sanji begged and pleaded with you, but you refused meals. You considered laying down and never moving again, letting your bones get covered by the sand.

“You’re being dramatic,” Luffy finally said, shoving a spoonful of stew in his mouth. “Ace knows what he’s doing. He’s not stupid. And if you’re really actually mad at him, you need to just go punch him. Don’t suffer because you’re mad. That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I can’t find him, Luffy,” you hissed. “That's why I need that piece of paper you have.”

He stuck his lips out again, pouting at your aggression. “I told you I don’t have a paper.”

You rolled your eyes, clearly not believing him.

“Besides,” Luffy added. “Someone else has to have this paper you keep talking about, right? Go ask them!”

You perked up at that thought. All of the subordinate captains had each of the commander’s cards. Which meant Whitey would have Ace’s card. If you could convince her to give you his card, you’d be able to follow it back to him.

“You’re right,” you agreed, reaching for your spoon. You unconsciously ate while you thought, trying to work out the kinks of the plan.

It could work. It would take some time, but Ace had left you all the money. You could probably buy a small, old sloop. If you couldn’t afford one, you’d just steal it and leave the money you had as payment.

You still had Whitey’s vivre card, and you knew she was in Paradise. Brew was as well, if Whitey wasn’t able to help you out. You had plenty of people who had Ace’s card.

And just like the ship, if they wouldn’t give it to you, you’d steal it. You’d find a way back to Ace so you could fight Teach together. Together, with your strategy and his power, you were certain you could do it. You were certain you could win. Your spirits lifted just a little bit, thinking about the possibility of meeting back up with Ace again.

You all only made it about halfway to Nanohana before Luffy demanded they turn around and head back for Rainbase.

But Rainbase would only delay you further, and you didn’t have a moment to waste.

“You guys go,” you said. “I’m going to keep on going to Nanohana and find a ship.”

“Are you sure?” Nami asked. “What if you get lost?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said. “It’s only another day or two, isn’t it? It can’t be that hard.”

“A lady shouldn’t travel alone,” Sanji said. “What if-”

“Sanji,” you laughed. “I could kick anyone’s ass who’s on this island right now. Yours included. I’ll be fine.”

Sanji collapsed backward, overtaken by your words.

“Follow the brightest star in the sky at night, and use the sun as a guide during the day,” Vivi offered, trying to give you a crash course of desert survival. “Nanohana is south-east, so follow the sun in the morning, and keep it to your back in the evening.”

“Ace wanted you to stay with us,” Luffy said. “But if you need to go find him, then you should.”

You gave him a polite smile, trying one last time. “You could give me something that would help speed up the process.”

Luffy deadpanned. “Don’t have it.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing lightly. “Alright, alright.”

You gave them all a deep bow. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Even when I didn’t want it.”

“It’s nothing!” They all said in unison.

“I’ll see you around, Luffy.”

“See ya!”

And with that, you and the Strawhats went your separate ways.

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anonymouscheeses · 9 days

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Big fckn redesigns here. Well mostly Charlie but Vaggie somewhat too 🥰🥰

Blue fits Charlie soooo much and I cease to see that many redesigns with this color. I still want red to be used in most of their designs because well. They are in hell, but not too present so to make way for other unique colors. Charlie has several physical traits from her parents but also she has some details in her clothes that match with them. When I uhh, introduce their designs you'll see lmao. I also tried to make her have a more roundish design, I jst LOVE those typ of designs omg. I just want the characters with not too many sharp corners pls Viv bro... 😔 oh yeah she's mixed cuz her mom's are darker in their redesigns. Alot of their genetics went down to Charlie so she doesn't look like an exact copy of Lucifer, I kind of hate that trend with hh and hb characters, like did the moxxies dad give birth to him bro 😭 also I kept her bow because it looks so cute and silly on her it just fits, I wish they made it bigger in her show design because it would fit her silliness so much. She has a cape with stars because morningSTAR smh why didnt they do something fun with that, missed potential but whatevs yknow I still love og designs no matter what anyone sayss. Did you know I love Charlie, I could ramble for days. I think I love Charlie guys. Maybe jst a hunch idk... also... s-snake fangs.. jeepers anddd..... snake tongue.... shiver me timberz

The wife ever. I had animation in mind more when I designed her, not like in a "How easy or hard would this be to animate" way. But I like to imagine when she's shocked her hair kind of fluffs out plus her actual fluff, when she's mad her bow turns into kind of horns and then her jacket expands like wings. Gave her a more hotel like outfit, she likes to work for fun (ew). Her socks are socks but she has some fluff under them she just tries to cover it up because she hates herself 🤪 (she doesn't hate her bigger body she actually feels much more comfortable chubby than when she was skinny with Adam. She was burdened with the weight of Adam's image of women... In this sorta rewrite she gained weight when she goes to the hotel because she's more happy. I'm dying I love chub Vaggie so much guys please) headcanon: she kind of likes fashion, it's like a fun hobby of hers to stitch together clothing and go out and buy clothes she'll never wear. She taught Charlie how to stitch and she SUCKS so you can jst see it on Charlie's pants.

Second outfits! Charlie's hotel uniform for. Well. Hotel stuff. She usually only wears it when new people come to the hotel, which.... isn't often, if at all. She still likes to keep it just in case. Also she goes really cartoonish when it happens, she does the looney tunes run and changes into her clothes in like 2 seconds. Can you see my vision? 😭😭

Vaggie's is in her armor. She has several pairs of armor lying around in the hotel in completely hidden spots. It's kind of surprising uhh. Yeah she wears it alot more than Charlie wears her alt uniform but still rare to find her in it. I don't get the whole thing with the exterminators and them not being able to fight according to Carmilla. Which is kinda stupid, I'm not gonna lie. So, instead of that, Vaggie has just let her guard down and has gotten much more comfortable in her surroundings so she feels like she doesn't need to fight anymore, she's just gotten rusty 's what I'm sayin. I have no idea how to draw armor. You can tell...

Extra below cut vvvv

BABY CHARLIE!!! With the heads of my redesigns for Luci, Eve, and Lillith. Haha you still cant see them. Uhh, ill definitely finish the thing one day. Its not even that big of a project thing, i think i jst keep going to other drawings so im like not focusing on one thing lmao. Lucifer has heterochromia because he was cursed to forever be reminded of his betrayal. I only explained that because Charlie has it too, it's kind of a curse on the entire blood line where at least one eye is red. This is like. Slightly older Charlie than the baby Charlie in show? I jst wanted to put her in overalls cuz omg that's jst so cute ughhh 😭😭

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel eve #hazbin hotel lillith #chaggie #varlie #rainbowmoth #charlie x vaggie #vaggie x charlie #ill get to the other........ one day #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #charlie morningstar #vaggie #i hate her name. its now Valerie. or was it Valarie. i dont remember. uh. hi #i totally forgot abt my human au ILL ANSWER QUESTIONS SOON YOU GUYS I JST HAVE ALOT IN MIND RIGHT NOWW #lillith morningstar #lucifer morningstar #eve morningstar #WHY AM I SO HAPPY THATS A TAG. ITS LITERALLY CANON THEY WERE PRT MUCH POLY. I JST LOVE THE FACT ITS ACCEPTED 😭😭#hazbin hotel chaggie #hazbin chaggie #lucifers stolen wives #could that be the ship name for those three. or if someone comes up with a better one 😭🙏 im ass at ship names #baby charlie #also every morningstar member has a curse of some kind. sooo ill explain in the other post thatll come out in 2069 /j

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wishmaster · 2 months

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Wishmaster, I request your help! I'm a dnd player with a bard character and i love to do the whole ''horny bard''. But my fellow players are annoyed by it because i'm not like that in real life! I'd wish to become my character, a hot male bard able to seduce any guys with my high charisma and charming voice. Please?

New World Order

You've always had a good idea what your character would look like if real, so you plugged him into a drawing program and bam.

Fuck, you think looking at him, fuck your dick twitches as you touch the screen you feel a zap. Suddenly you look down and see your hands are bigger and covered in gauntlet like gloves.. like your guy in the picture, suddenly you feel the rest of you changing, your body muscles up, your clothing turns to leather, your face becomes handsome, chiseled, but it's the intense blue eyes staring back at you that tells you you are now your character, as your dick awakes standing at attention under your soft new leather pants you try to push it down, but even lying against your leg the girth was not hard to miss.

Then you happened to glance at you phone.

The old you was now in the phone where your bard creation just was. Such a pathetic nerd you think, never followed through on his potential to be a real stud. No, you could feel the old you fading away, the bard in you was taking hold, and damn look at him why wouldn't you rather he take over?

You press the button and the old you disappears for good. You strut your new body into your office, your dick outline gains immediate attention from everyone. The girl at the desk points it out.

You like? you say, something about your voice changes her.

Suddenly this gorgeous Asian Archer is staring back at you, his eyes locked on you, obsessed with you now. He reaches over and kisses you, your horniness increases, another colleague stands in shock having viewed the whole thing. What? you as and flash.

Another new partner appears all of theming fitting perfectly into your new look, he reaches over, kisses and grabs your dick. you move through the offices every time someone listens to your heavenly voice they transform into yet another Lover for you. You come to your friend Elisha, a fellow DND player and the one that called you out for your character. All you say us hey and bam.

The new massive stud runs his fingers down your chest sending shivers through your body, you lead your new lovers into the conference room where you proceed to have a massive orgy, when you get excited and cover the room with your cum, the sound you let out transforms everyone in the office into your personal wet dreams, suddenly work has combined with your new DND life and the world around you takes on the land of wizards and dragons and in your case never-ending sex. Welcome to your new life you horny Bard with the magic voice!

Soon the world would be filled with nothing but gorgeous men with eyes only for you! Welcome to your New Life.

#body transformation #male transformation #twisted wish #magical voice

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the-solar-system52 · 8 months

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DIGITAL CIRCUS THEORY

I was scrolling through Gooseworx's tumblr page and came across some images from the development of TADC. So I'm gonna theorize on what is going on in these scenes!

The first is a storyboard! On the drawing layer, Jax has a smirk on his face and seems to be looking at Ragatha (or maybe Pomni? it's hard to make out)

On the 3D layer, we see Gangle (presumably Happy Mask Gangle considering her carefree body language and no broken mask in sight) walking away from Jax and Ragatha. We also see Jax's model in an idle pose.

As for environment, they seem to be standing in a large hall with colourful cubes in the background, something red on an upper ledge and what looks to be a hole in the wall?? (those are probably placeholders tho)

My guess is that Jax is about to prank Gangle (probably breaking her mask) and is saying something mischievous to Ragatha like "watch this 😼". This lines up pretty feel with what we saw him doing in the character introductions.

The next are a bunch of funny smear frames from (what I assume to be) fully animated scenes! Although they look weird, it's very exciting to see a glimpse of what will happen in the pilot!

Caine flying on the stage we saw in the first teaser.

Pomni standing on the stage we saw in the first teaser.

Jax jumping in a room with brown/red walls.

Ragtha sitting down IN THE SAME HALLWAY WE SAW IN THE FIRST TRAILER! WHERE THE BLACK LINE CAME FROM!

Gangle lying face down on the floor (she's so me)

Bubble...sticking out their tongue?? I think??? In the same stage we say in the first teaser.

This where stuff gets interesting! Zooble is standing in a strange location with a checkerboard floor and walls made out of building blocks!

And this seems to be Kinger glitching the very same location! The building blocks look very similar to a castle, playing into the chess theme!

Another shot of Jax jumping in a room with brown/red walls, accept now we can see him jumping into a hole with the same checkerboard floor!

Jax sliding down a red slide.

Jax turning around (maybe laughing) on what looks to be the iconic stage.

A lot of these images reminded me of THIS promo from the Glitch Productions YouTube channel.

It has the same reflective checkerboard floor with Gangle lying face down on the floor! Although this is just a teaser, and not a screenshot from the actual pilot, I do think it's foreshadowing what'll happen in this episode.

So heres my guess on what some of these mean! I think this promo, the Zooble and Kinger images, the images of Jax jumping, the image of Gangle lying down AND possibly the storyboard, all take place in the same area!

This area seems to be a life-sized chess board with colourful blocks in the background making a castle! Assuming all these images were taken from the pilot, I think this will be the main location of the first episode! It will probably be where Caine teleports them to do Pomni's first challenge!

Considering the floor, I think this challenge will be real-life chess! With the character playing as different peices, working to try and capture Kinger! This may be used to show why Kinger is always so paranoid, because in chess the King is actually a very weak peice.

This may be looking to deep into it, but this may also explain why Gangle has fallen down in both teasers. Maybe, if the peice your playing as gets killed in the game, your out and you either faint, have to pretend to be dead or actually die and get revived later.

Or I'm completely wrong, we'll just have to "wait and see!"

#the amazing digital circus #the digital circus #digital circus #tadc #tadc jax #tadc pomni #pomni #kinger #gangle #zooble #Tadc gangle

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youn9racha · 2 years

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Morning After

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you and your boyfriend, chan, are often the type to have rough and kinky sex for good fun, and you two have no issue with it. however, you two also enjoy the casual lovemaking that binds both of your love with each other.

warning: piv, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), love making porn, references of d/s, switch!chan, switch!reader, pet names (baby), another rushed ending

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a/n: yikes so this is KINDA self insert 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ which is why its kinda bad but its whatever, i love chan hehe. i only said kinda because i made it second pov because im not selfish 👹 humble queen 💆‍♀️anyways, sorry for this rushed work, and no i will not proof read it so suck on that !1!!!!1!!! also listening to lovers rock by tv lovers while working on this piece lowkey hit different.

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

The sun bloomed between the curtains but didn’t budge the couple that was presumably slumbering underneath the blankets. It wasn’t the case necessarily; you and Chan were facing each other as you fluttered your eyes open, rejoicing at the sight of you two laying side by side. He pulls you in closer, trying to intake the warmth of your naked skin against his, along your morning plump lips against his. They were slightly chapped, but you didn’t care as you had him in your arms.

“Good morning,” Chan muttered against your lips when pulling away, his morning raspy voice escaping his loving lips that perked up in a smile. You smiled back at him as you held his neck, eyes filled with adoration, “good morning, my love.”

You pulled him in after that whisper and continued to have his lips on yours, but this time it was much more passionate and less chaste than the last one. He grabs your hips closer to him, placing you on top of him, chest to chest as you held his shoulders and began to kiss down his jaw and neck. His fair neck and collarbones were already painted with a few red hickeys, and that inspired you to draw more on him as you grazed the untouched skin. He sighs in contentment as he lifts his head slightly to create more space.

“I miss this so much,” he spoke to mask any upcoming groan from the soft spot you’ve hit, “I miss you…” he breathed audibly as he held the back of your head. You pulled yourself away from his neck and looked back at his puppy, honey brown eyes, showing you his sparkly pleading look, “please… wanna be inside you…” his voice was gentle and hushed as he looked at you most earnestly.

It’s not so often Chan shows this side of him, he always comes off as more dominant in the relationship, which you didn’t mind, and it shows in the bedroom very clearly. But the more he showcases his submissive side, the more you cherish it, especially when it’s sudden like right now. The other day, he was the opposite; he was dominant, demanding, and assertive yet affectionate, a whole different look to the puppy-eyed man who wants to be cared for who is lying underneath you—a pleasant duality you would say.

You smiled down at him and without audibly responding, you grabbed his semi-hard cock and lightly grind on it, which caused him to shudder and let out a close mouth whine at the feeling of your wet slit contacting his shaft.

You ground a bit more before his cock started to erect fully, and there you slid yourself in, making you gasp at the feeling of being full by Chan’s girth and length. While adjusting, you looked down at Chan’s flushed face and held his face to make him look back at you, “you like that, baby?”

He nodded with a smile as his fingers ran through your thighs, “yes… you can move when you want to.”

You giggled slightly at his consent, grabbing both of his hands and placing them on your hips, silently telling him that he can control the pace if he wants to and to show you how good he feels. There, you began moving your hips at a slow pace, making you two gasp at the pleasant feeling as well as Chan lightly squeeze your hips. You held his shoulders as you lifted your hips up and down as you moan at how good you felt around him, stretching you out so good and praising him for being the way he is.

“You’re so good to me, Channie,” you paused to whine and roll your head as the sensation between your hips was too pleasant to speak, “God, I love you so much, Channie…”

“You’re all I have, baby—fuck, I love you more than you can imagine,” Chan rasped out before being interrupted by a whine from him.

At that point, you two weren’t having sex, this exceeds it on another level. Claiming each other’s affections while praising and complimenting each other’s beauty and existence, all the while you were pleasuring each other at a steady gentle pace.

On any other day, this pace would not occur, especially since you two were very active and could get animalistic when needed to. But at this rare time, you two just wanted a slow and romantic time together, without any degradation, name-calling, rough play, role play, and vice versa. Either way, you both could agree that any activity together you two had, whatever that is, is fun.

It was evident how well you two felt just evident with how Chan’s grip on your hips was getting harder enough to bruise and you just moaned out his name repeatedly.

From Chan’s point of view, the way the sunlight hit your face and body made you look like a goddess in front of him, he looked at you with awe. To yourself, you probably thought that you looked unkempt and gross, in contrast to the handsome, straight out of an aesthetic museum of a boyfriend, who is whining at the way you move on top of him. However, Chan didn’t—never saw you in that way, his admiration just increased by a heartbeat.

“Channie, are you close?” You gently asked through your moans as you sensed he was getting close to orgasm based on the way he held your hips and began lifting you up and down at a quicker pace than usual.

He only groaned and nodded in response, his face twisting as his stomach clenched at the sensation of his nether region began heating up. He began thrusting his hips upwards, making you yelp at the sudden action. His dominant hand let go of your hip as he began rubbing your clit, you squealed slightly, surprising you in every way as usual.

“Come with me… I want you to come with me,” He muttered, hoping it would be comprehensible to you, which thankfully it did as you pulled his hand back to your hips and rubbed yourself instead. Chan cursed and whined at the angelic sight in front of him, “Can I come inside you? Please, please, I want my cum all in you, baby,” his words were broken through his mewls and while you couldn’t respond back in clear words either, you managed to say something in response.

“Come in me,”

And there, he yelped as he spilled himself in sloppy upwards thrust inside your warm now cum-covered walls, that is now slightly dripping out of you the more he thrusts himself to the point of overstimulation, only so you could come with him as well. He whimpers as the feeling was getting overwhelming but thankfully, you followed through with the orgasm as shown by the way you threw your head back and yelped out how good you felt. After coming down, you two panted, you dropped into his chest, him still inside you. He wrapped his arms around your naked figure, looking down at you breathlessly with a smile.

“God, you were so fucking incredible, you know that?”

You only laughed at his comment as you held him even closer, ignoring the warm sensation dripping down your thighs, and closing your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat. You felt his fingers run across your back, making you catch goosebumps and him giggle quietly in response.

“You know, I meant what I said earlier,” You said, eyes still closed and concentrating on his heartbeat.

“I know… and I meant everything I said as well.”

You got up and looked back at Chan, now you two are eye to eye, “I love you so fucking much, Bang Christopher Chan,”

He chuckled as he looked at you endearingly before kissing you on the nose, “and I love you more, (y/f/n).”

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imsparky2002 · 10 months

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Coward and Proud of It

(Nathaniel is drawing in his sketchbook after another akuma attack, and notices his classmates looking embarassed, their faces riddled with guilt.)

Nathaniel: Why do you guys look like that?

Alix: Dude, we’re such horrible friends! We forgot about you again!

(He looked confused. She sounded sincere, but why?)

Rose: I can’t believe we left you behind! We’re supposed to look out for each other!

Nathaniel: Uh, what are you talking about?

Nino: We didn’t go back to look for you dude! We were too busy saving our own skins. (He looks ashamed. Nathaniel realizes what’s going on.)

Nathaniel: Are you talking about the last akuma attack? You think you abandoned me?

Kim: Yeah! You were nowhere to be found. Weren’t you looking for us?

Nathaniel: Uh... no? Guys, you didn’t leave me behind. I left you.

(The entire class gasps in shock.)

Chloe: What are you on about, Kurtzberg?!

(He just rolls his eyes at the girl.)

Nathaniel: Whenever I am able to do so, I slip away from you guys. Afterall, Akumas seem to have a magnet for our group. And the best way to avoid getting killed is to lay low, away from the source.

Adrien: You make it sound like we’re a liability to you!

Nathaniel: *Bluntly* You are. You all run around like headless chickens, instead of ducking for cover and keeping your heads down. If this were a zombie apocalypse, you’d fail horribly. Well, except for Adrien and Marinette. Somehow you two always manage to avoid the brunt of the attacks. Not to mention you’ve never been akumatized yourselves. Main character energy if I’ve ever seen it.

Marinette: Yeah... that’s the reason. *Internally sweating*

Max: Nathaniel, you make up one fourteenth of a group. I am pretty sure we’d realize if you had abandoned us.

Nathaniel: Well, Max, for a guy with such a high iq, you clearly weren’t smart enough the other four times I did it.

Alya: Hold on a second, you’ve left us FIVE TIMES?!

(Nathaniel nods. He doesn’t understand why everyone seems so surprised.)

Nathaniel: You make it sound like it’s such a hard thing to do. When you’re all freaking out like that, it’s easy for a quiet guy like me to slip away.

Alix: (Talking about the Art Club Squad) But every time we texted you in the group chat, you acted like you were trying to find us. You even said you understood how panicked we got.

Nathaniel: Yeah, I was lying. You think I’m gonna reveal my escape plans? Then you’ll wanna join me, and I can’t have anyone from this class, even my friends, putting a target on my back via association.

Juleka: *Mumbling* Ouch, dude.

Chloe: Hmph! Well if you’re so elusive, tell us how on earth a nobody like you managed to survive all these attacks.

Nathaniel: Why should I tell you? You’d just try to join me next time.

(Rose uses her puppy dog eyes, and he caves.)

Nathaniel: Alright, fine. But I’m not taking any of you next time, you hear me?

(They grumble and nod.)

Nathaniel: Ok, Stormy Weather was pretty easy. All I had to do was avoid Alec, head home to my house, shut all the windows, lock the doors, hide under the bed, and done. For some reason, Akumas usually attack anyone unlucky enough to be outside. If they don’t have a specific victim in mind that is.

(The classmates all mutter in agreement. He had a point.)

Nathaniel: Next up was Guitar Villain, and once again you all ran off together, not even thinking of splitting up. And it seems none of you got the idea of just pretending to like the music. That’s what I did, just copied what I saw Ivan doing in class the day before, and headbanged like there was no tomorrow. I find the music to be cringe as all hell, not to mention the singer’s a deadbeat dad with an obviously fake English accent, but I had to fake it to make it.

Juleka: *Muttering* He really is a scumbag.

Nathaniel: Then there was Frightingale. I didn’t escape by myself, since I got a helping hand from a certain cute writer who I had been in the music video with. Turns out we had both been crushing on the other for awhile, and finally had the courage to ask eachother out. He took me to a safespot with the other kids in Mendeliev’s class, they took a liking to me, since I actually bothered to ask about their lives. You do realize that the kids besides Marc, Mireille, Jean and Aurore have names right?

Marinette: Of course we did!

Nathaniel: Really, what are they?

(The class is unable to even come up with a guess.)

Sabrina: Uh...

Nathaniel: That’s what I thought. Anyway, Zombizou was my favorite. Me and the Science kids got to kick love-zombie ass, and in order to avoid suspicion, Marc and I kept making out whenever they were near. It was so awesome! (He blushes before getting back on topic.) So yeah. You guys never abandoned me, I abandoned you. And before you say anything, no, I’m not sorry.

Alix: *Looking forlorn* But dude... we’re your friends!

Nathaniel: Well, you are. Most of the Art Squad is, but the rest of you only interact with me if you need something for your ships. You realize I’m an accomplished cartoonist, right? The Ladybug comic I work on with Marc is a huge success. I’m just as important as the rest of you!

Kim: Dude, we aren’t saying you’re not.

Nathaniel: Well I wasn’t important enough for any of you to notice I was being bullied by Chloe?

Chloe: Oh please, Kurtzberg. You got off easy.

Marinette: She made everyone’s life bad, Nathaniel. Not just yours!

Nathaniel: When you get bullied, everyone coddles you. When I get humiliated in front of the class, nobody besides my art friends came to comfort me, to explain to me why I got akumatized, why I was right to feel angry about what happened. Marc’s class also took the time to explain to me how it was creepy to write my self-insert being in love with a real classmate. They’re the reason I apologized to you, Marinette.

Chloe: Well if they’re so cool, then why don’t you join them!

Mylene: Chloe! We wouldn’t want that! Nathaniel’s our friend!

Nathaniel: Actually, that’s what I plan on doing next year. No offense, but I can only tolerate like half of you. I’d rather be with a class that actually recognizes my value, that takes the time to ask how I’m doing. If that makes me a background character in your world, so be it.

(He gets up and sees Marc waiting for him.)

Nathaniel: I’m not some helpless little lamb that gets lost whenever there’s an akuma. I’m a survivor, a coward, and I’m proud of it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna make out with my boyfriend.

(He smirks as he sees each classmate with their jaw on the floor.)

Turns out our Nath wasn’t abandoned after all. He’s just an escape artist. This felt so cathartic to write, and I hope you enjoyed it. As usual, let me know your thoughts in reblogs, replies, posts, and asks. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#nathaniel kurtzberg #nathaniel #nathmarc #comedy #class salt #nathaniel sugar #they aren't all assholes #chloe salt #marinette salt #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #canon salt #smart nath

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kitthepurplepotato · 10 months

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MWRMI Part 3

Week 1 - The Art of All Might 🎨

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Summary: Y/N works on an All Might art. Midoriya becomes an art critic.

Warnings: Some swear words, mentions of blood

First Part Master List

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Midoriya wasn’t lying when he said he won’t be home too much. It has been 4 days since the pool-accident and you haven’t seen the guy at all since. Sometimes, you wake up to some rustle in the middle of the night when he gets home, or to the annoying ringing noise of his fancy ass bracelet, but that’s it. He leaves before you wake up and comes back when you’re already asleep, and sometimes, he doesn’t come home at all.

You are a little bit concerned for the hero’s general health so you decide to start preparing some food for the poor fella; there is always a new cup noodle box in the bin in the morning even though there is freshly made rice in the rice cooker. He probably just mixes some rice into his noodles and thinks that’s “good enough”.

Well, it is NOT. Mama Y/N will make sure the boy eats his vegetables before he runs away to fight the evil.

With that said, you wake up at the humble hour of 11AM and make your way to the kitchen with your sketchbook and your pencil case; you want to get a start on your commissions while the food is cooking.

You want to make something without rice today; he’s been eating rice with cup noodles for at least 4 days in a row so you decide to make a pasta dish full of veggies and some chicken salad in case he wants to snack on something when he’s in a hurry.

You went out for grocery shopping the day before; you used your own card to buy them, thank you very much; and bought a bunch of veggies and tomato sauce. You put some water on the hob to boil, you slice up your veggies for the sauce: some eggplants, paprika, tomatoes, garlic and onion; after the veggies are in the pot with the tomato sauce, you put some chickpeas in it as well for some protein.

Yes, this will do. The amount might be a bit over the top, but Midoriya is a big guy and he probably needs to eat way more than a normal person.

Oh fuck, you hope he doesn’t have any allergies.

Gluten is definitely fine as the cup noodles he ate had gluten in them, so you should stop freaking out. This is pro hero Deku you are talking about. Allergies have nothing on him. He’s too PLUS ULTRA for that shit.

After you are done with the salad; the chicken is also getting ready on the hob; you sit down on the massive table to start to sketch out your commission. It’s All Might Texas smashing a nomu into the concrete in his young age costume.

You start sketching while the food cooks, concentrating mainly on All Might right now; the background can wait until the last minute even though you already have a rough idea for it; a city next to the sea, the sea rumbling aggressively from the tremors of All Might’s smash in the background. Ahh, epic.

The food is done way before you are, so you quickly box up the most of it and continue working on your drawing. You end up drawing until late, not even realizing how dark it is outside already. This is the thing with you; once you start, it’s really hard for you to stop until you finish the rough sketch and All Might is a complicated character anyway; it’s hard to describe why but you feel like his body is somehow more detailed than anyone else’s.

You end up falling asleep on the table around 2AM; you only wake up when you hear the main door open but you are still half asleep and so-so tired, you don’t have it in you to move. There is no reason to move, really; there is food on the table for the hero to eat, the table is big enough for him to have enough space to eat even with half of your body being splayed out on it. You might have a slight back ache already from the pose you are sleeping in, but honestly… whatever.

“Ahh, silly you.” You hear a mumble really close to you, but you decide to ignore it for the sake of your beauty sleep. You can hear Deku microwaving the food you left out for him and saying thank you while sniffling aggressively. Is he crying? Fuck, he’s so precious. He’s still just a shy boy deep inside, isn’t he? You can hear him moving your sketchbook from under you; if you wouldn’t be half asleep you definitely would NOT let him do that.

“Hm.” He mumbles and stands up from his seat then sits down again; by the sound of it he’s writing something down on a piece of paper. Probably a thank you message. After a while the clink of the fork stops and you can feel Deku’s warmth around you.

Why is he so close?!

Oh… you are being carried, bride style.

Pro hero Deku, your favorite person in the world is carrying you to your fucking bed at whatever AM and he smells fresh and nice, even though he just came home from work. He probably showered before coming back.

Okay, this is a stupid fanfiction, isn’t it? What a fucking cliché thing to do, like honestly, can’t this person come up with something more creative? No kudos for this one. No kudos.

Midoriya moves the sheets out of the way and puts you down; he makes sure you are properly tugged in like a little child. You are waiting for the kiss on your forehead but it never comes; apparently the greenette realized you are indeed not a child and it would be creepy as fuck to do something like that after knowing each other for only a few days. He sighs and leaves your room; you can hear a slight rustling and the buzzing of the microwave before you pass out completely.

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The next day comes sooner than you expected it to; the sun beams into the room with full force thanks to the blinds not being closed the night prior. You take a look at your clock; it’s 8AM.

Well, at least you were able to sleep 6 hours and to be fair, you don’t do much during the day anyway, so this will do. The flat is quiet, the only sound you can hear is All Meowt doing his business in the bathroom. Not the best sound to wake up to but you’ll take it.

Speaking of All Meowt, that cat hates your guts. Every time you leave your room he scrambles into Deku’s through the little pet door; of course there is a fucking pet door on every single door. This cat is the most spoiled creature the world has ever seen.

You really hope he just needs some time to adjust to your existence in his home, otherwise it will be really hard for you to take care of his needs in the a future. You really don’t want to barge into the pro hero’s room without a permission from Midoriya, and you are also not sure if your fanatic little heart would be able to take the sight of Midoriya’s personal little room with all his beloved kick-knacks and stuff. It’s too much information. Like damn, you’ve been wondering about how his bed looks like (and feels like… Khm.) for years.

You shake your head to clear it up and make your way to the kitchen; as you move closer to your impromptu work space you find two notes and a newspaper cutout of All Might attached to your drawing.

Okay, that definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep.

You take the All Might themed sticky tags in your hand to read them;

One says “Thank you for the food! It was awesome! You are the best! Plus Ultra!” The note ended with Pro Hero Deku’s fancy signature which you always wanted to get but never had the chance to. Midoriya probably knew that, hence why he signed it like that instead of writing his name on it. What a legend!

The other note is a bit more messy and contains feedback on your sketch.

“Too many muscles! This is golden age All Might in his Young Age costume! Not realistic! Use the attached picture for reference, it’s the best one I could find! Please take care of it and give it back when you’re done! Thank you!”

You can’t help but giggle. Deku, Number 1 hero of Japan just left All Might themed sticky notes on your silly little sketch.

“Izu-Izu, your twin is weird, but I kinda like him. Don’t be too jealous though!” You mumble to your favorite cardboard cutout who looks really happy next to Midoriya’s massive All Might one; you can see them both perfectly from the kitchen through the massive archway. They are almost holding hands.

You take the little notes into your room and put them on the side of your dresser; you really hope this isn’t a one time thing and you can fill the whole side with Midoriya’s notes and be the only person in the whole world who owns hundreds of sticky notes written by pro Hero Deku. You might even end up in the Guinness Records. That would be super cool!

… okay, let’s focus. You really need to stop fangirling over the guy you live with, it’s creepy as fudge. It may also ruin your chances to form a bond with the greenette and you might end up on the streets then. It’s time to grow up.

With that said, you make your way back to the kitchen to eat something and continue your sketch - well, thanks to Midoriya’s feedback you kinda need to start it all over again but that’s fine.

As you open the fridge door you get a little bit confused; the leftover food from yesterday is completely gone. Not like that’s a bad thing or anything, but the truth is, that food was supposed to be enough for a week. A week. How the heck is it gone already?!

Oh, there is another note on the empty shelf.

“I’m so sorry, the food was too good and I accidentally ate most of it… then I woke up thinking about it and decided to bring the rest of it to work with me…

I’m so selfish, I’m sorry! (*_ _)/\ Please order some takeaway with my card today! Also, sorry about all the notes! Midoriya”

You burst out laughing at this point, scaring poor All Meowt to death when he tries to sneak out from Midoriya’s room to nibble on his food.

Honest to God, this guy can’t be real.

Needless to say, you are NOT going to use that forbidden card you hid away in your night stand, but instead, you’ll make more home cooked food for the hero to enjoy after a hard day of work; you really love cooking, especially when your efforts are appreciated, so this whole shenanigan only makes you happy, to be honest.

You put another meal together and sit down to fix your sketch; you also have enough time to do a rough sketch of the background! And if that’s not enough of an achievement for the day, the food tastes amazing and you actually make it to bed this time, even though you kinda wanted to be taken to your bed like a motherfucking princess by the guy of your dreams (again), but you really don’t want to spoil yourself too much or use the poor, tired hero to fulfill your stupid fantasies.

As you wake up to the lovely morning sun the next day, you are already excited to get some new notes to add to your collection; and just as you expected, there is a new batch of “collectibles” attached to your drawing, but this one…

This one is fucking long.

“Texas smash makes a bigger impact! All Might wouldn’t be able to use Texas smash so close to the sea, the vibrations would cause an earthquake which would cause a tsunami. It’s really dangerous, Y/N!!! Texas smash can also change the weather! Keep that in mind!”

“… well, shit. So basically, my whole idea is trash, thank you very much, Midoriya Izuku.” You sigh into the distance, talking to no one in particular and click your mechanical pencil to the table to ground yourself.

How can you use your idea but be realistic without changing the whole thing up?

Oh, right! 💡

Instead of one picture you decide to make a comic out of this; the main picture stays the same and can be used as a poster but you’ll add a comic strip as an extra, where All Might mumbles “fuck” in an American accent while the massive waves devour the area around him.

Yeah, that will do.

This is how the first week of living with pro Hero Deku goes. You draw, he comments, you fix your shit just so he can find another flaw the next day. When you don’t get a nasty comment on the base, you move on to the colors, naively thinking that nothing can go wrong from here because you are literally staring at a picture of All Might while doing the shading, but apparently you used the wrong shade of yellow on All Might’s hair; shit you not, All Might’s hair had a light shine to it when he was Young, which means that using a darker shade of yellow with a muted, lighter one isn’t “realistic” because you need to use a light pastel yellow for highlights to get the right shade.

You MIGHT HAVE put a bit too much chilli into the chili con carne that day as a silent and respectful “fuck you.”

On the last day before his first day off, you finally finish your masterpiece; you might have been a little bit annoyed with him for all the feedback but honestly, this is your best work yet, so eventually, all the nagging has payed off.

As per usual, you leave the art out on the table, opposite of his freshly made dinner. (Which you safely hid under a massive food cover, because All Meowt is a fucking menace…) You are just about to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up before bed when the main door opens with a loud bang; and by loud bang, you mean “was that a fucking earthquake” kinda bang. You are ready to defend yourself from the intruder with the fucking mop you grabbed with your shaky little hands (it’s 3AM and you are fucking tired, okay?!), when a green fluff of hair comes into your view. Deku stands by the door for a few seconds, takes a deep breath and slides down the door to sit on the floor, leaving a lovely trail of blood on the poor thing, making the hallway look like a murder scene in the process.

“Fuck.” He screams silently to not wake you up; you didn’t think silently screaming is an actual thing but apparently it is; then takes a deep breath to calm down. This guy can’t even swear without looking cute, what the fuck.

“So, am I supposed to scream and call the hospital, or is this an every day thing? I’m not sure how to react, to be honest.” You deadpan, absolutely confused. Midoriya looks up at you then laughs, his smile reaching his eyes in the most adorable way. This guy will be the death of you, bloody or not.

“Sorry, I usually shower before I come back but I was on the field for 9 days, I just couldn’t keep it up anymore. I just wanted to to be home.” That last sentence broke your heart. This poor guy went back into his office to use the shower every single day just for you. He’s such a precious guy.

“You are allowed to come home dirty.” With a random burst of confidence, you sit down next to the injured hero. He looks at you with teary eyes but he still gives you a cheeky smile, clearly appreciating your efforts to make him feel less awkward about the situation. “Midoriya, this is your safe place. Use it. I won’t run away because of some blood.” To make your statement even more credible, you stroke his blood soaked hair gently and his eyes widen at the sudden affection, but he doesn’t move away from it. His eyes fill with more tears, slowly trailing down on his freckled face as he hides his face in your chest in embarrassment; he doesn’t say anything, he just stays there and trembles from the exhaustion and the pent up stress. You try to calm down your racing heart, slowly stroking the hero’s back too soothe him and he melts completely into you; in only a few minutes the trembling stops and his breath evens out to a normal level.

“Y/N?” He mutters into your chest and you can’t believe this whole situation right now. This is way too personal, way too intimate, way too… domestic. The worst part is that it feels so normal; it feels like he belongs here, like he was made to be cuddled by you in the middle of the hallway at 3AM. It just feels… right.

“Hm?” You answer in a whisper; you don’t want to ruin the peaceful atmosphere around you.

“Let’s buy some plants tomorrow. And a bench. And stuff… for the garden.” He mumbles, half asleep. “I want to go shopping. Yeah. I want it.” He murmurs, saying the word ‘want’ like it’s something he’s never done before in his life.

“We CAN do that. We can do anything you want. But if you don’t mind me asking; go have a shower. Please.” You giggle, your hands playing with his curls absentmindedly. He chooses this moment to look up from your chest, right into your eyes; you can’t help the blush spreading on your face from the closeness. By the look of it, Midoriya is not affected by it at all; he just smiles gratefully and goes to his room while your heart does a weird backflip in your chest.

“Can you heat up the food?” He shouts from his room, and that’s when you decide to talk back a bit just to keep the guy in check.

“I ain’t your servant, cheeky young man!” You try your best to sound offended but your laugh betrays you. Midoriya pops his head out of the door, half naked with a mischievous smile on his lips; your heart will definitely give out one day if he keeps doing shit like that.

“Please?” He looks at you with his biggest puppy eyes, his smile not fading for a single second.

Fuck, he could probably ask you to bring the sun over for him and you would happily burn to death while doing so.

“Fuck’s sake, Izu-Izu!” You whine and Midoriya bursts out laughing; it takes you a few seconds to realize what’s so funny, but when you do, your soul leaves your body for a second.

“Did you just call me by your husband’s name? I’m breaking up with you.” Midoriya does a perfect job in acting like a jealous mistress, and while you can’t help but laugh, you are dead inside.

You just called Pro Hero Deku by a pet name; a pet name that belongs to your cardboard cutout of him. And he remembers. Of course, he fucking remembers. Who would be able to forget that awkward conversation?

Ahh, you want to leave the Earth and start a new life on Mars. The language barrier might come in handy; you can’t ruin your life by blabbing bullshit if they can’t understand you, right? Even though, knowing your luck you might be able to ruin everything just with your pure existence.

You really hope the Earth swallows you by the morning. Or like… now.

~•🥦•~

You: I called Midoriya Izu-Izu.

Jirou: I’m not disappointed.

You: I hope you choke on a guitar pick.

Jirou: Rude.

… Next chapter!

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Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated 🥦

Taglist: @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #midoriya x y/n #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #deku x you #midoriya izuku x you #midoriya izuku x reader #pro hero deku

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 1 year

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Se Zaldrīzes Dārilaros

A/N: Coming out with a new character for the new year! This was for a lil gift exchange in the HotD discord channel I'm in! I was lucky to get @carefulnowprincess! I hope you love it! <3 thank you @acrossthesestars for beta-ing! Divider from @firefly-graphics!

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (PIV, oral [fem receiving], blood kink, armor kink, knife kink, choking, breeding kink) over-usage of nicknames, dom/sub tones, zero plot, all smut.

a/n: ñuha rūklon means my flower in Valyrian. Se Zaldrīzes Dārilaros means The Dragon Prince.

It was a long wait. Years, in fact. Your husband, the Prince of Dragonstone, Daemon Targaryen, was off fighting a war in the Stepstones, trying to regain the Narrow Sea from the Crabfeeder in the name of the King - in his own name, if he was being honest. You had to be the dutiful wife, and wait for him to come home.

If he came home.

Your stomach grew sour at the thought of him not returning, at the thought of him dying. Though your marriage was one of convenience, of politics, you did grow to care for the rough, jagged edges that made Daemon who he was.

The sun had set many hours ago, and you were still lying restless in your marriage bed. Even though you had your own quarters in the castle, this was the only place you could find some comfort. It was there you heard the unmistakable whistle of Caraxes. In only your dressing gown, you lept from the bed, ignoring all pleas from your handmaiden. You ran as fast as your legs would carry you to the welcome hall of the castle. There, covered in blood and dirt, stood your husband.

The relief of seeing him with your own eyes released the hold fear had over your body. As soon as Daemon spotted you, his smile dropped, and his eyes raked over your appearance. Your gown was sheer, showing every inch of you it covered. He stalked toward you, his armor clanking with every movement. Ripping a cloth from a nearby table, he draped it over you once he was close enough.

Daemon hoisted you up over his shoulder, stalking away from the men who called out to stop him. “I have to give details on the war I just single-handedly won, and you walk out in front of everyone all but naked. Tell me why I shouldn’t punish you in front of them?” he growled, kicking open the door to your shared room.

He dropped you to the bed unceremoniously, the surprise of the impact drawing a squeal from your lips. When he stepped back you took the chance to really look over him, to gaze upon what you had been missing so desperately. His silver hair was matted with the blood of his enemies, his armor stained with vengeance. His face was tired and dark circles bloomed under his eyes. You wanted to speak, wanted to ask him what happened while he was away, but you knew your place here. The questions would have to wait.

The rogue prince noticed your staring, smirking down at you. You felt bare under his gaze, and attempted to cover yourself. He gripped your ankles, pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed. Leaning over you, he placed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Do not dare to hide from me, rūklon.” Daemon grabbed the bottom of your gown in one hand as he quickly unsheathed a dagger with the other. The silver blade sliced through the fabric easily, and he tossed it to the ground. He ripped the rest until it was just scraps hanging from your body. “If you wish me to stop, speak now,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, giving you the chance to refuse him.

"N-no," you stuttered out, before clarifying, “don’t stop, my prince.”

Daemon chuckled darkly at your enthusiasm as he straightened back up, running his hands up your calves. You whined at the rough feel of his fingers as he murmured about how soft your skin was. He spread your legs, the smell of your arousal hit him hard. "Look at you. Already fucking soaked for me. Who are you wet for?" He questioned, slowly dragging his tongue over his bottom lip as he looked up at you.

"You, my prince," you mewled, "Always for you." He swiped a finger up your folds, collecting your essence on the calloused tip. You watched as he wrapped his plush lips around the digit, groaning as your flavor burst on his tongue.

"You always taste so good for me, ñuha rūklon," Daemon praised, dropping to his knees. You propped yourself up on your elbows. It was a sight to behold having him on his knees before you. He leaned forward, his tongue licking a broad strip from your dripping cunt to your clit and you let out a strangled sound as he attached his lips to the nub, sucking lightly.

"That's it. Moan for me," Daemon ordered between licks. He paused for a moment, taking two fingers into his mouth, soaking them with his spit before slipping them into your tight heat.

You whimpered at the intrusion as Daemon's mouth went back to work. With his mouth and fingers working in tandem, you found yourself edging closer and closer to your orgasm. "Dae- Daemon, please. Please!” You begged over the obscene wet sounds your body made. He groaned into you, sending vibrations over your most sensitive parts.

His fingers never stopped, the pads hitting that soft, spongy spot with precision. “Come for me," he instructed, before adding, “be the good girl I know you are and come for me.” A scream tore through you, your hands reaching for his hair, tangling into his silver locks, using it as leverage to push his face deeper into you. Daemon mumbled incoherently as he tipped you over the edge, your walls squeezing his fingers tightly. “Such a good girl. My good girl,” he praised as he pressed kisses to your inner thighs, watching as you came down from your high. He removed his fingers slowly and you whimpered at the loss of them.

Your husband stood abruptly, ripping at his armor.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, reaching out for the armor. “Fuck me in it.”

“What was that?” He questioned as if he didn’t hear you.

“The armor, my prince. I want you to fuck me in it.” You bit your lip shyly causing him to simper. Leaving on his breastplate and pauldrons, he slowly started to remove the rest.

Using your legs, you wrapped them around his ass and pulled him forward. He laughed before you kissed him deeply, nipping at his bottom lip. Your hands roamed down his back to his slender waist before slipping them between your bodies and freeing his cock from the confines of his breeches. “So needy,” Daemon teased before throwing his head back in pleasure as you began to rub against him.

“I need you to fuck me.” You knew he hated when you whined, but he almost always gave in, not quite cruel enough to deny you.

Daemon grabbed your face, applying light pressure to your jaw. “You are forgetting your place. I am in control here.” His words sent shivers up your spine, and had you nodding like an idiot. “Words, princess.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now open.” You obeyed, opening your mouth wide for him, sticking your tongue out in show. “Get my fingers wet.” He placed his fingers in your mouth and you closed your lips around them. You accumulated as much saliva as you could, using your tongue to push it around on his digits. You could taste a hint of your first orgasm clinging to his skin, causing you to moan.

He removed them suddenly, creating a wet sound, a filthy sound. You watched as he fisted his cock, coating it in your spit. Daemon lined himself up with your cunt, rubbing the head through the mess he'd already made of you. He pushed inside your velvety walls, growling as they sucked him in. “Fuck," he moaned. “Always so tight for me, even after fucking you open with my fingers.” You whimpered as he bottomed out, grinding into you. He started with a slow, tantalizing pace, gripping your thighs, spreading them wider. “Listen to how wet you are, princess. All for my cock,” he purred, increasing the force of his thrusts. “Oh, I have missed this. I have missed you.”

Daemon paused, relishing in the moment, only to remove himself from your body. With rough hands, he positioned you onto your knees with your head flat against the bedding. He reentered you without warning, only a callused hand running up your spine. You had missed him too, although you would never tell him. His ego was large enough.

He reached forward, twisting his hand in your hair as he pounded into you. Your walls tightened around him and he let a low animalistic growl. "Like that, huh? Want your prince to be rough with you?" He reached his other hand up and wrapped it around your neck. It was just tight enough to bring you a touch of dangerous ecstasy.

"Fuck. You feel so good," Daemon grunted, his thrusts starting to falter, and you knew he wasn't going to last much longer. “Need you to come for me, ñuha rūklon.” He released your hair and slipped a hand between your legs rubbing tight circles on your sensitive nub, making you cry out as your walls fluttered around his cock.

He was lost in you, relishing in the feel of your cunt clenching around him. “M’gonna breed you. M’gonna fuck my heir into you. Please, let me?” He rasped out, moving your hair away from your neck. You nodded fiercely, begging him to fill you. His groans were muffled as he emptied himself deep inside you.

He barely had time to tear off his armor before falling over in a heap of sweaty limbs, the two of you drifted to sleep tangled up together, your need sated for the time being.

also tagging: @mylifeisactuallyamess @munsonownsmyass @tea-and-wine

#Daemon Targaryen x reader #Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader #daemon targaryen smut #house of the dragon #smut #kat writes

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modmad · 9 months

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Feel free to ignore this if it’s too much

I struggle immensely creating character designs, stories, anything like that. Ideas simply won’t come to me.

I’ve asked so many their processes for creating worlds or characters, and really the thing I lack they all describe is just *having* ideas. I draw all the time, just nothing of my own characters or stories. I feel as if I don’t have that spark that so many others do, but I want to be able to so badly — I adore your work, and how you speak about art and the world in general. How you understand things really speaks to me. Is there anything I can do? To make ideas come? I don’t know if I know how , but I want to be able to view the world in a way that allows me to create

oof. hard ask to answer, not sure that I can! it doesn't feel fair to say that ideas 'just come to me', but that is more or less what happens! I have read and watched a lot of stories, and still do (though I read much more when I was small...) and I try to listen to the ideas that come to me- I find that if there's anything that I have practice at it's listening. You get a tickle of a thought, and you have to be patient and quiet to not frighten that inkling of idea away. They are elusive, most especially when you need an idea or even just want one. My best ideas have come to me unnounced, unasked for, and often in great tides, but often they come when I'm not using my brain too hard. Daydreaming, lying down, in the shower, 3am etc etc etc.

I'm sure people will find this peculiar but I find a key method to writing is to set aside TIME to just idle your brain and let it wander- an hour at least is best, and I appreciate that finding an hour to just lie and muddle your thoughts and Not Think is very very hard to find. However, if you are allowed to count this as work (as I do), it is much more productive to set that one hour aside than to work work work and wonder why you never have any ideas, because you are filling your brain up with so much noise you can't hear them, or it frightens them away! I can't guarantee that this will work, but it works for me. Be gentle with yourself, and let your brain have some space so that it can take a walk.

#hope this helps????

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familyagrestefanblog · 5 months

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Clarification I definitely should have done ever since season 4 and the Ladynoir conflict started escalating, but hey, let's just get it out:

There are reasons why I'm harping down so badly on Miraculous' Girlboss feminism and defend Adrien as much as I do.

To get the feminist (in-universe) explaination out of the way first:

I would be lying if I said that I like the direction the show has taken Marinette's character and the story in general. But regarding her specifically I simply have to say that most of my problems with her are how she is written as Ladybug, Guardian, and especially leader & partner. Not in her civilian self. Hence why you won't find that alot on my blog, only when it contributes to the overarching double standards problem from s4 I take issue with.

I simply cant deny it, Ladybug is a kind of leader I just came to not be able to respect alot anymore in how she operates most things bc she doesn't really ever look passed how things look & stand for herself, and what SHE needs & wants. Marinette is a very low empathy person in the sense that she struggles putting herself in other people's positions, or remembers considering that at all.

But that's not the reason why I can't respect her as leader. I have ADD, that would be really hypocritical of me.

What leaves me unable to respect her as leader though (& honestly kinda even wanting Alya to take her position) is the fact that the show doesn't see much wrong with Maribug doing that.

They don't properly depict this as flawed leadership she actually NEEDS to grow out of by making up for her shortcomings by, for example, making other people her official co-leaders. Instead the show since s4 (& kinda s3) will proceed to put it's feminist foot down if Maribug isn't actually in the end 100% correct and "totally girlboss justified" in any given case - with CN & authorities specifically - no matter the context. Ergo she's barely ever truly improving her weakpoints in partnership skills for example & continues doing the same mistakes over n over.

like she genuinely would benefit from having Chat Noir as her co-leader too, not just Rena Rouge. But no. The neurodivergend low-empathy girl can't have a high-empathy boy co-leader bc apparently thats misogynistic now, huh ?

Again, I have ADD and I'm also a woman. In fact, I actually have alot in common with Maribug (hence why it hurt so much once s4 took her away from me), so forgive me when I still say: I am NOT going to lower my standards of my believe that neither of those aspects get to be an excuse on everyone else's expense regarding LEADERSHIP (which I do also am in the position of in my life).

And I repeat: LEADERSHIP. Not Marinette herself as a person necessarily & esp not her civilian life.

People always say that her critics wouldn't be so hard on her if she were a man, but I strongly disagree. In my experience, if Marinette were a boy people would actually draw a line nowadays and call out that Mariano is too stuck in his own head to be a good leader (& partner). And maybe even demand that he shouldn't be in that position anymore either at all or until he's in a better head space.

Bc with male characters people are actually drawing lines now in important factors when it comes to power & the accountability coming with it, bc in the end being in change means it ain't about you

Hence why e. g. Steve Rogers (Captain America) was then a fucking fugitive from the law when shit got real in the MCU. They had to do that bc of his leadership morality not being able to exist well within a corrupted & complex law system under fire and attack. My man's an amazing battle leader, but the MCU did VERY well leaving taking care of all kinds of social & political matters to Tony Stark. This kind of nuance ain't Steve's strength. Marinette & Steve are actually a EXTREMELY similar type of leader and it's interesting that I don't exactly vibe with him too much either in that regard, but like him as person the way I did Marinette. So for me it's definitely an issue with their type of leadership.

But the mainstream female leader characters are often still "too female" to get held to the same regular standards bc telling a female leader character in a complicated and not entirely beneficial situation & position 'yeah, it's sucks but you're not the center of the universe'' is now more often than not still "too mean/ sexist"

again, Steve was made an outlaw for a reason and you can bet if he had been a Stephanie people would have made all her struggles about sexism & called the 'outlaw leader' route after Civil War misogyny, merely bc "society doesnt respect women". This is whats happening with Maribug & it clashes with her leadership style.

Hence why there AREN'T ALOT of mainstream female leader characters. And if we get some, most of them are narratively defined by how powerful & in control they are for THEIR OWN BENEFIT and it being depicted as 100% right & just in general (like with Marinette) which goes against what a normal leader should be, so alot of people don't like them (ignoring the actual sexist people for a sec)

The first Wonder Woman movie for example was so well-received for a reason. They did it RIGHT (& may I please also recommend Wakanda Forever? Fuck, that movie was GOOD)

But yes, it's notably how Maribug treats Chat, who is supposed to be her partner and friend, that I take alot of issues with.

And yes, I would say the same if LB were male and CN female. Ladynoir is so rooted in toxic femininity that this "partnership" (or just the entire LS) the way it is could NOT exist today in gender bend. S4 and the s5 finale in particular are unthinkable in gender bend and they sold it as "justified female empowerment" & "unparalleled loving treatment" from Ladybug's side Chat Noir needed to learn to be GRATEFUL for.

All while, and I will never stop stressing this: the show has never stopped writing Marinette to treat Chat Noir as if he basically just spawns into existence once he puts on the mask. He's HALF a human being. Even once she falls in love with him in s5.

This is the fundamental and deep seeded problem of where my issues come from here. It never stands in question if Adrien views Marinette and Ladybug as full human beings, but the other way around that very much is the case. In whatever way it's depicted. Yes this is a line I draw, especially because of the whole Sentihuman thing.

I personally am alot more like Adrien regarding Friendship and partnership (or what his character initially started out). They are heavy & meaningful topics for me. So seeing Marinette being utilized to girlboss all that into the ground with Chat Noir, esp in s4, while she apparently barely ever even noticed anything wrong with how she treats him in the first place as she literally replaced him with Alya/ Rena in everything but name

cause buring him under a wall of secrets & lies meant she can still 100% benefit from his eternal devotion by letting him believe she's too alone to be a partner anymore AT ALL. (Kuro Neko onwards and then NEVER stopped letting him think she's just as alone as he is. NEVER. She's still doing it in s5 while leaving him 100% isolated which was then his demise in the s5 finale.)

and gives Alya the deluxe partnership entirely on his expense, while barely ever sparing him even the most basic thought in anything; & by "Risk" then literally having them switch status. Rena is her actual partner she fully treats that way and he's merely her favorite temp hero with no rights, which Rena was previously.

And the only reason why Chat was treated with something resembling to fairness or dignity again in season 5 (& finally wasn't a rag doll for her every little mood anymore...) was because Maribug plainly had no other choice and had her team & position of power taken away by force while Alya renounced for her own safety. And yet she's still treating him as half a human being even by the end of S5. AFTER her character development. He's Chat Noir and that's where his existence ends in her leadership & friendship. CN and Alya in s5 are literally 2 halves of ONE PARTNER.

All that was painful to watch to say the least. Bc it's imo honestly a disgrace to friendship and partnership. I can't put into words how ashamed I would be of myself if I treated someone the way Marinette treats Chat Noir (again, HALF A HUMAN BEING).

Much less a friend I claim to love dearly and don't want to loose (another thing the MCU did better regarding Steve's fall-out with Tony over Bucky... I should really make that comparison post why Steve works for me & Marinette doesnt)

Just the mere fact that Marinette in "Elation" even told Chat "It doesn't matter who's underneath your mask" is honestly outrageous.

Because thats simply what it is for me. If s4 & 5 Marinette were portrayed from a similar morality angle to Emonette in the Paris special I would have much less issues with her. Cause thats ironically an angle female characters barely get & is mostly used to redeem the broken bad boys with a hidden heart of gold™.

Double irony: s1-s3 actually DID put civilian Marinette often into that angle, hence why I really liked her, but then s4 suddenly said "well, her methods & actions really dont matter. She's wrong, but actually not really; ergo she should get rewarded in the end. Always. But with a few exceptions. Here n there she loses to claim otherwise. But actually the world just needs to learn how right & amazing she is."

She makes countless mistakes but often either doesn't really learn from them anymore or they just don't "count" bc that's 'what makes her quirky & loveable', so having any issues with her now means you hate women. And she's a very flawed leader but actually never did anything wrong. Ever. You can't have your cake and eat it too.

I will be VERY blunt now: The moment you put a female character into the leader role the FEMALE aspect is supposed to be of secondary importance. And a leader, by the nature of the position, ALWAYS has to be questioned morally wise in my opinion bc of the fatal blindspots that will automatically occur in every leadership.

And it happened here too: Chat Noir's treatment. But they demanded that her being the (female) leader means she's OWED to treat him badly & gets to keep him as blindspot on HIS expense bc she doesn't like thinking about him existing as civilian person.

A leader is ALWAYS somebody who is NOT going to sit well with everybody regarding their approach. That's a normal instinct, and in fact it would be highly dangerous if that wouldnt happen at all. So if I, or other people, don't respect her as one that simply means she has an opposition the way every leader has & is being held to normal standards a leader should be held to, regardless of gender.

Sorry if you think thats sexist, but in my opinion that's a YOU problem. I personally respect female leaders too much to not acknowledge them as anything else but the potential threats they are. The same way I do with male leaders.

You're leader first, woman second. If you can't handle that get out of the leadership position (yes, oc that also applies the other way around). Feminism was about making sure that women cant be excluded from e. g. position of power just bc we're female. The goal wasn't to have yet another group of people stomp their foots, now claiming that they are OWED power once they wanna have it to feel powerful. But that's what Marinette was used to teach an entire generation of children, especially girls.

The last thing you will EVER get me to do is accept that I should be holding women - specifically for equality, female empowerment and leadership - to LOWER (moral) standards as I would the men in her position.

Buddy, I am NOT gonna fucking do that. Just the thought is pissing me tf off, and has ever since s4, cause it directly plays into the misogynistic thinking of:

"Women can't be given power, status or even too much focus as human beings because they're too irrational and immature to be able to then lay proper priorities & take rightful accountability for their shit like a man in power could; and not just scream and cry while playing the oppressed victim card the moment things don't work out & they aren't being given the special female treatment to let them mostly off the hook consequences wise.

Leading to everyone around them, especially the MEN, having to step up, do the work & basically babysit the women like children - while still having to give her the credit as person in charge - turning the women more or less into toddlers wearing a queen's crown"

Which, by all means, Adrichat in every dynamic of the love square by season 5, Gabriel at the end of "Recreation" and even Luka & Félix (& "thankfully" Alya too since s4) had to do for Maribug in alot of ways.

Pick up all of her slack in several major areas & catering to her while simultaneously having to still give most of the credit to HER or else they would be "mean to the female lead" (it's also telling that Alya is treated the best here, & goodness dont get me started on Su-Han...).

And with that out of the way, a few more meta reasons:

1) I'm NOT watching a damn documentary. Marinette is NOT a 14 year old, she doesnt exist & isnt based on a real person or story. She's a fictional main character and narrative tool, so forgive me for approaching this differently than a real life case.

and 2) in everything I watch I automatically look out for the narrative's blind spots and victims of the writings' favorites. I take it this seriously because this is career related for me.

Hence why I have barely ever liked a main character and ironically Marinette/ Ladybug was once one of the few exceptions (alongside Korra from Legend of Korra and Blitz from Helluva Boss)

Look, when I for example watch Helluva Boss or a Yugioh show I will automatically pay extra attention to how the female characters are being treated bc they are obviously treated worse by the writing and much more neglected and scapegoated than the male characters.

Meanwhile when I watch Miraculous and She-Ra, I do the opposite and pay attention to how the male characters are treated bc now they have the gender-biase against them.

And when I for example watch Avatar the last Airbender or Legend of Korra [and She-Ra, that show is great], then I actually get to be mostly fucking happy for once in my life jfc

I'm not going to elaborate too much more on this because I already named by my main point in the beginning: Chat Noir's - not even Adrien's, I mean CHAT NOIR - sometimes honestly awful treatment being the biggest moral and narrative blind spot of the entire show, and honestly where most of Maribug's problems then are also rooted in. Hence why I started focusing so much on Chat Noir since season 4. I look at the overall narrative and circumstances and look for the blind spots that needs to be solved to get to the core of the problem of this whole mess, to get effective results.

And that was and even by the end remained the fact that Adrichat is treated so badly, scapegoated in every possible way in the name of "feminism" and kicked out of the story where HE is at the core of most everything going on, just so the show can force Maribug into everything, make things about her that have no business being about her

Just so she can then be made to constandly turn around and scream, cry and stress about problems - and go about them in the least effective way - that wouldnt be there in the first place if she wasnt the main character of a story that isnt hers.

Mate, I dont know what to tell you here, but the fact that we are following Marinette Dupain-Cheng ,who has nothing to do with anything besides being the cool action girl, is and will always remain of the of core problems of this show. I WISHED that wasnt the case. But for the love of everything, Kagami would have made so much more sense as the female lead, but no.

Anyway, I will leave it at that now cause I already elaborate much further than I initially wanted to, I just wanted to finally have all this stated.

This Blog is not a full representation of how I lay priorities in (feminist) media in general, my view adjusts to the piece of media I'm watching.

And unfortunately, ever since season 4 Miraculous turned into a full blown extreme case and has only gotten better somewhat recently. So I will continue doing what I always do: focus on the fucking VICTIM whose bad treatment pulls down the whole show's quality, and here that's plain obviously Adrien Agreste/ Chat Noir.

And with all due respect: Die mad about it.

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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In demon veritas

Summary: Getting kidnapped by demons sucks. Listening to the ugly truth even more.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Character: Sam Winchester, unnamed demon

Warnings: angst, threats, hostage situation, unrequited feelings?, fluff, violence

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“What a nice day, isn’t it? When I cleaned my knives this morning, I didn’t think Dean Winchester’s bitch will end up being my guest,” you spit in the demon’s face. Well, the face that black-eyed bastard stole.

“Fuck you,” while the demon circles you like prey, you try to untie the knot holding your hands behind your back. Dean taught you how to do it, but it feels like you forgot about everything you ever knew.

“Aw, what a pity I’m stuck in that bitch’s body,” the demon leans closer to lick over your cheek. “Well, I can still get a new meat suit and keep you up on that promise.”

“I’m telling you this only once,” you hold the demon’s gaze, “let me go and I won’t kill you. If not, you will end like all the other black-eyed bastards before you. Dead and gone.”

“Says the scared little girl restrained to a chair,” she snickers now. “I bet you already peed your pants. You are nothing but the Winchesters' little sidekick. Not even strong enough to kill the big bad monsters on your own.”

“Again. Fuck you.”

She slaps your face. Hard.

Blood runs down your face, dripping onto your favorite flannel, soaking the fabric. It’s the one you got for your birthday from Dean. You cherish it. The bitch will pay for ruining it.

“Is that all you’ve got?” you try to buy some time. Dean and Sam must already know that you got kidnapped. Your friends will trace your phone and bring you home. It’s only a matter of time.

“Patience, sweetheart,” you grimace. She has no right to use the pet name. Not her. Only Dean is allowed to call you that. “I guess that’s one of the reasons Dean is so annoyed with you.”

“Fuck. You.”

“I bet he never fucked you,” she whispers in your ear. “Hmm…yeah. I remember the night you told that busty blonde he’s your boyfriend. Boy was he mad,” she chuckles darkly. “He wanted to kick you out of the car on his way back to the motel.”

“You’re lying,” you huff, but wonder how the demon can know about that night. Did Dean get mad? You only wanted him to come back to the motel with you. It was a stupid joke…

“Sweet cheeks, I’m not the one pretending that I’m not in love with that Winchester,” she grins as you drop your gaze. “Aw, you’re so bad at hiding your feelings. And Dean is bad at hiding that he’s fucking annoyed with you.”

You ponder. Is it true?

“I don’t believe a single word leaving your lips, demon bitch.”

“I’m actually a guy,” she laughs loudly. “Little miss sunshine here was only the next best meat suit I found. I had to get you. I’m not picky. A body is just a body,” the demon shrugs.

“Do you think I care?” you spat. “I’ll kill you no matter what. In the end, you’re a demon bitch. Guy, girl, guinea pig. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Back to Dean,” closing your eyes you take a deep breath. Demons lie, you know that. “Did you know he hates that you are always around? You wash his clothes, make him food, check on him if he drinks too much.”

“It’s called friendship,” you bite back. The demon can’t know that you start to ask yourself if Dean is annoyed with you.

“It’s called clingy, sweetheart,” the demon gets a knife out and presses the tip into your cheek, drawing blood. “He hates your pie too. Dean thinks it tastes like old socks.”

“He loves my pie.”

You don’t even know why you fight with the demon over pie and your friendship with Dean. What does a monster know about your bond with the elder brother?

“He hates it, just like—”

“Like what?” you cock your head to watch the demon choke. The demon starts coughing out black smoke as the door flings open. “Dude, what’s wrong? Did you smoke the wrong stuff?”

“Sweetheart? Y/N,” while Sam plays an exorcism on his phone, Dean storms into the room, pushing the whining demon out of his way. “Fuck, you worried us there for a minute.”

“Dean, hey,” you awkwardly watch Dean cut the ropes holding you to the chair open. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to worry you or Sam.”

“We are friends and hunting partners,” Sam says while checking on the unconscious girl. “I think she’ll make it. We came just in time.”

“Get her out of here,” Dean says while looking you all over. He’s worriedly checking on your swollen face. “That bitch got you good.”

“Yeah…I guess. Sorry for being so…” you bite your tongue. Can you tell Dean about all the things the demon said? “You know…clingy sometimes and stuff.”

“Where is this coming from?” Dean doesn’t hesitate. He picks you up in bridal style, grumbling under his breath as you don’t answer. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

“The demon knew and said a few things.”

“Demons lie.”

“You’ll tell me if I’m clingy, right?” you murmur. “If you don’t like my pie, it’s fine. I can buy a pie from now on.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath, waiting for Dean to tell you he hates that you are clingy.

“Y/N,” he stops walking to look at you. “Sweetheart look at me.”

You blink one eye open. “No cheating. Open your eyes. Both,” he hums when you open your other eye too. “Good. Y/N, I love your pie and that you are attentive. You wash my clothes too.” He grins now. “I hate doing laundry.”

“I know.”

“And I hate the pie Sammy buys. I like yours much better.”

“Okay.”

He sighs as you still don’t believe him. His eyes drop to your chest, and he inhales sharply seeing the blood on your flannel.

“You need a new flannel,” Dean concludes. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“I liked this one.”

“I know…”

“Uh-what’s this?” After Dean patched you up, and looked you all over again, he brought you a flannel. Now you are sitting on his bed, covered by two blankets, and stare at the flannel he put on his bed. “That’s a little too big.”

“It’s one of mine,” he says. “Only if you want to wear it.”

You nod eagerly.

“I want to see my favorite girl in my flannel,” he casually says. “How about you put it on, and I'll get us a snack?”

“I can go back to my room. I’m fine, Dean.”

“I’m not sure about that,” he points a finger at your swollen cheek. “I’ll keep an eye on you tonight. Maybe tomorrow too. You can never know.”

He smirks.

“If you say so, Doctor Winchester.”

“You are in capable hands, miss,” Dean pecks your forehead. “I’ll be right back to take good care of you…”

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maybe prompts where the A feels insecure & B re-assures them (them already being a couple) <3

A: Character B is aggressively reassuring to Character A. They're the type to go "YOU'RE THE BEST. INCREDIBLE. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE." and Character A is going "OKAY! OKAY!"

B: Character A tells Character B they feel bad about themselves. Character B responds by giving them the saddest look they've ever seen, and hugging them so incredibly tight as they whisper reassurances over and over again.

C: Character B kisses all of the places Character A is insecure about.

D: Character B gives Character A a nickname thar directly contradicts their insecurities. (EX: Calling them "Gorgeous" when their biggest insecurity is there face.)

E: Character A wakes up one night with Character B gently trailing a finger down their jaw. When they ask what they're doing, they reply, "Sorry. You're just so beautiful."

F: When Character B learns the depths of Character A's insecurities, they make a huge list of all the things they love about their partner to give to them.

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G: Character A hides their insecurities under lock and key. That's why it shocks them when Character B directly compliments something they're insecure about.

H: Character B fondly calls Character A their "perfect (something)" (Examples: My perfect rose. My perfect gem. My perfect darling.)

I: Character A has always thought poorly of themselves. That's why it shocked them so much when they overheard Character A talking so highly about them to friends/family.

J: Character B proudly introduces Character A as their partner.

K: Character B not only reassures them, but is heavily encouraging of them to seek therapy.

L: When someone insults Character A's insecurities, Character B is the first person to jump to their defense.

M: Character B has a running joke that if Character A were a celebrity they'd be their biggest fan. Because everything about them is so wonderful.

N: Character B takes nonstop pictures of Character A because they find them so gorgeous. Character A is so shocked and flustered when they find out.

O: Character B has a chance to change Character A through magical means. They choose not to because they think Character A is perfect the way they are.

P: Character B shocks Character A by saying "I wish I was (trait they don't think they have.) like you." with a very genuine grin.

Q: Character A asks Character B how they would describe them. Without hesitation Character B responds with "Talented!"

R: Character B has a hard time fully grasping A's insecurities because they think so highly of them. In a weird way it's very reassuring on it's own.

S: Character B draws Character A and Character A realizes how beautiful they see them.

T: Character B is always there to listen and reassure if Character A needs to talk about their insecurities.

U: Character A is good at telling when people are lying. When Character B compliments them, they can tell that they're being nothing but truthful.

V: Character A can see how Character B's jaw drops whenever they entire the room. Their repeated reaction is a deep reassurance.

W: Character B always loudly acknowledges when Character A does a good job. They want them to understand how proud of them they are.

X: A very drunk/tired/under a truth serum Character B tells Character A that they think they're perfect.

Y: Character B is very full of themself. When Character A admits that they're insecure, Character B responds with "What?! But I am the most wonderful person alive and I assure you we're in the same league."

Z: Character B doesn't need to speak to reassure Character A. All they need to do is look at them with that loving look swirling in their eyes.

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