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ignisnocturnalia · 4 years ago

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Hehehe I lied, but it is here now! Had a crisis about being done with my Band director's bull and wanting a grade on something really bad, did the former and decided to simply disintegrate once Friday hit. Drifter HCs will follow this, also may I say Caiatl. That is all.

Nokris x Reader

“You are a child reaching for a flame; the Taken Queen would not have you burnt.”

You were on point during the Strange Terrain strike, but you had never thought you would run into Nokris again. Granted, you realized, his death was on the physical plain while his Throne World still stood. Considering he never directly addressed you, you assumed that he either didn’t remember you or he chose not to, as oddly disappointing as that would be. The timbre of his voice unsettled you, but it was not as wracking as Xol’s; in fact, it was rather pleasing to hear.

The proposition itself was unexpected, and against Eris’s previous warnings you stopped to listen to what the Hive heretic had to say. Trekking quietly along the broken path of the distorted realm, you stopped occasionally to stare at blights littered over walls and floating in the air to see if you could catch a glimpse of the desecrated prince. The telltale sign of Taken emerging from their portals filled the air, and you genuinely prayed that you’re next decision was a wise one.

Your ghost was probably screaming on the inside as you placed your guns to the floor, bringing your hands into the air while staring into the gleaming eye of a Knight. Grabbing your arm roughly, it tugged you through a massive doorway leading to a room that was strikingly similar to the Court of Oryx back at the Dreadnaught. The portal at the center of the room shimmered invitingly as the bony bastard himself came out; even in death, he appeared to be in his prime.

“I see you have heeded my advice; come, hope of the Light, see the Darkness.”

His claws are cold as he grasps at your shoulders despite the solar flame surging over his arms. Feeling bold, you let your own solar light extend past your body, lying comfortably across his neck with a warm glow. As a creature who worships the Darkness facing a servant of the Light, he reasonably withdraws with a hiss at your gesture

You won’t say it out loud because he obviously carries himself with extreme pride, but you can’t help but feel bad for him. How can one person be an exiled son, heretic, servant, and now puppet?

“I won’t serve Savathûn. But I think I wouldn't mind spending time with you.” Before he can question you, you are promptly pulled from the realm by Eris.

Cue Vanguard interrogation once you return to the Tower. The talk is so egregiously long you make a move that would make Cayde damn proud: “GuArDiAn, We’Re NoT yEt FiNiShEd WiTh ThIs DiScUsSiOn!” Hopefully your shining reputation will save you from any dire repercussions...

Tracing your steps back to where you first met, you look around suspiciously following the lack of noise inside the Hive breeding grounds. You had cut your comm ages ago, the constant ping of Commander Zavala’s hailing grating your ears. The ground beneath your feet crunched wetly with every step, and distantly you heard the first Hive screech. Turning in a guess to the source of the sound, you set off in a quick pace, gun in your hand.

Upon entering a new chamber, you froze in surprise as you saw Nokris lifting a Knight by the throat. Taken magic pooled in his palm and raced over the armor of the smaller Hive, the bone turning black and a bright white glow shimmering across its legs. Still gripping the soldier, Nokris slowly angled his head to look down at you.

“Little. Light.” Dropping the Knight with no grace, his imposing form closed in on you with haste. Before you could take a step back, his claws came up to close around your jaw and upper neck. The rough of his talons dug into your armor, and for a moment you worried he would pop off your helmet and let your blood boil throughout your body in the harsh atmosphere. Instead, he pulled you closer to his face and brought up his free hand to grasp your forearm.

Nokris easily dwarfed you; even if you stood on your own shoulders you wouldn’t be taller than him. Passively, your thighs rubbed against each other at the realization. A detail he decided he would catch. Teasing mirth danced in his three eyes, hidden malice swimming just behind small organs. Internally, you were probably going to pop your helmet off yourself if you got kink shamed by a Hive prince of all things.

You squeaked quietly in surprise as he lifted you off the ground, the hand on your lower face readjusting to your hip. His hand, quite literally, engulfed your midsection as he brought you closer to him for inspection. This close, you could see every imperfection on his face. Second hand leaving your arm, you shivered as the prince ran a digit up the side of your leg and continued his way up, stopping thoughtfully at the junction of your jaw.

Staring into the glowing green embers of his eyes, there was no mistaking the murderous glint in them. At the same time, curiosity had made its home among his more dangerous faculties.

"You found me once, you came to me twice. Find me again, at the other side in the field of ash under the dark tower.” Letting you to the floor, Nokris turned his back and departed to Traveler knows where through the portal with the long forgotten Knight. Sinking to your knees in stunned silence, you looked down as a nearly imperceptible squeal broke the quiet. In front of you, was a Hive worm.

“No.” Before you could even speak, your Ghost gave its earful.

“I can’t not take it! I probably need it to find him. Either way, I told you one of these worms would be coming home eventually, look at its wittle face.” Your Ghost made gagging noises as you fawned over the wriggling creature you held between your hands. Tucking the three eyed larva under your arm, you set out to find the way back out.

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The next week felt like hell. The worm continued to get bigger with every mission you went on and keeping it a secret from the Vanguard was close to impossible. You had been wracking your brain for the answer to his riddle, and to be completely honest, it made you feel inadequate that you couldn’t figure it out. You knew the other side meant the Ascendant Realm, but what was the dark tower? Where was the field of ash? You had initially thought it was at Skywatch, what with the Hive ship jutting out of the ground and the small pile of chitin inside the cave not too far away, but there wasn’t enough ash for it to be a field, nor was it under the ship point.

It wasn’t until a light snow dusted the Tower one evening that it all clicked. He didn’t mean ash ash. He meant snow!

In a rush to the hangar, you waved a hasty goodbye to Holliday and transmatted into your ship, pulling out a layer of blankets to reveal your now cat sized worm. The grub squeed and reached its head up to your palm, crawling sluggishly into your hands. Holding the worm to your chest, you settled down in the pilot ship and gave your Ghost to plot a course. There was only one place on Earth constantly coated in snow with a structure that could be considered a dark tower.

“Ghost, set course for the Plaguelands. He’s at the Doomed Sea.”

You hadn’t been to the ravaged lands since the Siva Crisis; the whole territory gave you heebie jeebies. And yet, you were returning because one of humanity’s imminent threats wanted a chat that, realistically, ended with your head rolling on the floor.

The closer you got to your destination, the more restless the worm in your arms got. In fact, you could swear it was whispering something. Your skin crawled for a moment as you felt the phantom brush of his claw up your leg.

The moment your feet touched the ground, the world around you stuttered as the colors faded into grayscale, giving way to the Ascendant landscape. Below you, there was no mistaking the keen whispers of the worm. Its words were encouraging in a macabre way, praise and blatant lies; speaking of how well you fed it, talents being wasted on a god that heeds you not, urging you towards the ominous building looming over the shoreline.

Dust swept across at a rapid pace, as usual, in the warped realm. Coming up to the alcove, you saw him with his back turned to you. In a smooth turn, he faced you at last. Beautiful, blazing emeralds.

Relationship HCs

His idea of a relationship has wildly different parameters than any normal human would put up with

No matter where you are, or what you're doing, you can feel him at the back of your mind like a fog; it's a bit disconcerting to hear him talk in your head at first, but it becomes normal and he's actually quite helpful when you're out on missions

He expects you to help him study thanatonautics since you can die and be brought back within moments, but that's up to if you have enough charisma to convince your Ghost to let your bone boyfriend crush your skull repeatedly to see what you can learn about death

The relationship feels more like a symbiotic one rather than a romantic one, but you occassionally catch him practicing human gestures you've seen couples perform in public if he's feeling particularly good on a day

You're probably the only person who listens to him talk about all of his schtick and is able to give viable feedback; he is more thankful than he will let on about this fact

He does not like it when you try blocking him off from your thoughts and will demand to know everything you've done in the day when you see him again. In his perspective, he thinks you're trying to leave him behind like everyone else has

Will not handhold, because his hand can literally fit around your torso and because he thinks it's weird. He will, however, carry you places if you're going the same direction

He also thinks kissing is weird, but will (surprisingly!) actually let you give him kisses on his teeth; the sensation of soft flesh on his cold bones is unusual, but something he finds utterly riveting. Not that he'd let you know

Also doesn't like the amount of straight barbarity you inflict on the battlefield, but can appreciate your efficiency with your job; this is him silently worrying about your safety but refusing to acknowledge his crush on the flame throwing ape

His communication regarding affection is terrible, and if you couldn't tell shame on you. His favorite thing about you, that you will never hear from him or anyone else, is your face. He likes the way it changes into different expressions, the life in your eyes, and your lips because Hive physically cannot emote as expressively as humans do; you are an open book he has yet to read, adding new pages everyday

Nsfw 👁👄👁

First off, however you get the size difference to work, congratulations. His height over you is something he enjoys immensely when you two get into it, and it goes without saying he also likes how you "hug" him

He will fuck anywhere, literally anywhere. The floor? Yes. Against the wall? Yes. Hope you're somewhat of an exhibitionist, because he is not ashamed if any of his or Savathûn's troops walk in on you and will keep going

He bites a lot, and is not afraid to make you bleed because your Ghost can just patch you right up

Likewise, he will scratch you everywhere but he does stop to play with the softer spots

He is rough and fast, going after his own release rather than yours; however, he has high stamina so chances are you'll be overstimulated before he finishes

Absolutely a dom, he will not meet in the middle about anything of sexual nature

If you don't actively fight for your life during his build up, he will take that as the go ahead. He may be a Hive heretic, but he has standards

You don't really have the opportunity to find his sensitive spots as he usually restrains your arms, holding them above your head or pinning them down at your sides

He rarely makes actual noises, but he does hiss lowly whenever he makes particularly hard thrusts

He knows that copulation won't result in little Hive/Human hybrids running around with his blood in their veins, so 9 times out of 10 he will hilt himself and come inside you

Fluff

Uhhh, a w k w a r d

Anything that's fluffy is strictly delivered by you, and occasionally returned by Nokris since he doesn't get the point of such pleasantries

If you're fast enough, he will never get upset if you can sneak up on him for a smooch

Whatever he is doing, if you are available he much prefers having you by his side to have an extra set of eyes to help him observe (at least that's what he says)

Since his physical marks are healed quickly, he gifts you odds and ends from old planets his people have pillaged and little items you can wear on noticeable places

Hides it very well, but is extremely thrilled when you come to him when you want to do or learn something new

When you're particularly frustrated by something, he will comb his claws through your hair to his best abilities

Whenever you're with him, his demeanor is typically calmer; Savathûn's presence and influence over him is highly diminished in the face of your Light

The one thing he will willingly do with you that's remotely romantic is stargazing; not because of the romantic element, oh no, but because he wants to catalogue any changes and is very invested in teaching you about space faring

Has nicknames for you like Little Light or >Insert any game seal<

#destiny 2 #relationship headcanon #nokris #nokris x reader #eris morn #oryx the taken king #commander zavala #savathûn

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rosethornewrites · 5 years ago

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Fic: Bemuse’d

Relationships: Caline Bustier & Classmates, Caline Bustier & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Caline Bustier & Nadja Chamack

Characters: Caline Bustie, rNadja Chamack, Alec Cataldi, Principal Damocles, Classmates, Ms. Mendeleiev

Additional Tags: caline bustier salt, Enabling, Bullying, Interviews, Bad Teaching, bad adults, call outs, Alec Cataldi salt, Badass Nadja Chamack, ml salt, Salt, Exposure

Summary: Caline Bustier is excited but nervous when invited for an interview by Nadja Chamack about teaching what's become known by Paris as the Akuma Class.

Notes: Many thanks to angelofthequeers for the beta, and to CallMeDale for the conversation that inspired the title. Basically, Caline’s been bemuse’d by becoming the news. Boom. Fic idea inspired by a Discord conversation.

AO3 link

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Caline Bustier had hesitated when contacted by Nadja Chamack for an interview, but she realized how much good it could do for Paris to know how she worked with her class. She had learned through the request that Paris had started referring to her class as the Akuma Class, as so many of them had been akumatized. The interview would allow her to dispel some of those unfortunate stereotypes, she hoped.

So, ultimately, she said yes, and set a date.

Principal Damocles was supportive of her representing the school on a platform that was, as he put it, a bit more “reputable” than Alternative Truth. Apparently he had found Mme. Mendeleiev’s appearance on that venue embarrassing.

At least this wouldn’t be with the insensitive boor, Alec Cataldi. Nadja Chamack had a banner reputation, aside from her time as Prime Queen—and Caline couldn’t judge, given her own akumization.

She wore her best professional clothing: white pants, white blazer, a collared shirt that matched her eyes, and a white tank to keep the neckline from dipping too far. Her hair she put in her normal bun, which she felt added to her image.

It was a whirlwind, being prepped with makeup, and she was taken aback a little when they redid her hairstyle, moving her bun lower and making it more ornate. But they were the experts on TV appearances, so Caline said nothing.

Her nerves were jittery when her cue came to join Nadja Chamack on set, and she was relieved to make it to the armchair meant for her without tripping on national television.

“Here with me I have Mme. Caline Bustier of Collège Françoise Dupont, who teaches the class commonly known as the Akuma Class. Thank you for joining us!”

Caline managed a smile. “Thank you. I wish people wouldn’t refer to the class in that manner—they’re all bright young people who shouldn’t be blamed for their emotions.”

Nadja smiled. “Of course they shouldn’t. So many people in Paris have had the misfortune of being targeted by the terrorist Hawkmoth. Your class simply has such a high rate of akumizations, so it unfortunately leads to these things.”

“Yes, I suppose so. We do have a couple students who have not been akumatized, and they serve as positive examples for the others. These students are so important, as they have a lot of love to give. It’s important they learn responsibility.”

“Ah, yes. We of course can’t release their names, as they’re minors,” Nadja warned gently. “I understand you have been akumatized as well?”

Caline flushed, trying not to lose her composure. She had nothing to be embarrassed about, but it was still humiliating. “Yes. A student was unduly upset, and as I was reminding them of the love she had to share, and the forgiveness she should offer, an Akuma targeted her. I was akumatized trying to fend it off.”

Nadja tilted her head. “The student was upset? What had happened?”

“Well, the student made me a birthday gift, and another student had taken a marker to it.”

A shocked murmur went through the audience.

“I hope the other student faced consequences—vandalism isn’t acceptable.”

“I believe it’s more important to teach children forgiveness and help them avoid giving in to feelings of anger.”

Caline was startled by the frown that crossed Nadja’s face.

“So you expected the wronged student to… just be positive?”

The way she said it sounded so… negative.

“That’s—no. Basically, if we can serve as positive examples to people who have trouble thinking beyond themselves, we can set good examples. She could help the other student change in that way.”

“I see.” Nadja Chamack’s voice was icy. “You expect the victim to ‘suck it up,’ essentially. It’s unsurprising an Akuma came for her, in that case.”

Caline was shocked silent.

“Have the other akumizations occurred in similar situations?” Nadja asked.

“I…”

She thought about it, running through the situations. Ivan because Kim had teased him. Kim because his romantic aspirations hadn’t worked out. Nathaniel had been upset his crush had been revealed. Myléne because she’d been embarrassed about her stage fright. Alya because she had been suspended. Juleka because of the class photo. Rose because her letter to Prince Ali had been torn up. Max over video games. Nino because he’d been upset over not having a party for Adrien’s birthday. Sabrina because of arguments with Chloé. Chloé because she was upset with Ladybug. Lila had been upset once by Ladybug and the other time by Marinette’s accusations.

“I don’t think so… All of them have been different.”

“As I understand it, the mayor’s daughter has been the cause of quite a few of them, and was behind the vandalism of the student’s gift to you. And has never faced any punishment.”

Caline felt like the chair had been pulled out from under her.

“I can’t… Students are minors and I can’t talk about them like this. They are entitled to privacy.”

Nadja’s smile was like the blade of a knife, cutting. “You expect students who have had their belongings vandalized, who have been bullied, to accept their treatment with a smile, Mme. Bustier. And that treatment just continues because there are no consequences for the perpetrators.”

“W-we can’t force people to change, Mme. Chamack—”

“No, but you can make their behavior inconvenient via consequences so it’s in their best interest to change how they act.”

“But that isn’t true change!” Caline protested.

“It is to their victims!” Nadja almost shouted. She looked momentarily surprised at herself, before continuing only slightly less forcefully. “What you are doing is known as enabling, Mme. Bustier, and it is a form of abuse. Goodness, it’s little wonder your class has had so many Akumas!”

Caline stood shakily. “I didn’t come here to be attacked. I came here to clear up misconceptions about my class.”

The look on Nadja Chamack’s face was one of disdain. “Oh, you have. Just not in the way any of us expected.”

The hostess turned toward the camera as though dismissing Caline.

“As you can see, Paris, there is a need for more appropriate training of teachers to handle bullies and bullying, so that victims receive the appropriate support. Perhaps we all should learn how to prevent harcèlement moral, in all levels of society, in an effort to help our heroes fight Hawkmoth. After the break, I’ll be discussing the psychology behind helping Akuma victims with an expert—maybe she’ll weigh in on this issue.”

As the crew broke to commercial, Caline felt as though she might collapse. In five minutes, it had all been turned around. She had been made a villain to all of Paris. Even being interviewed by the ridiculous Alec Cataldi would have been less humiliating.

Nadja stood, looking at her with a measure of pity. “My daughter’s babysitter is in your class. And she deserves better than what you’ve provided.”

Caline could only stare, frozen, as the woman walked off-set. She was escorted off herself by a crew member, too numb to do anything but obey as she was seated in a chair away from the camera lines.

Where had she gone wrong?

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #my fanfiction #caline bustier #bustier salt #nadja chamack #alec cataldi salt #ml salt #miraculous salt

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arlakos · 5 years ago

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The problem I realized with Adrien Agreste (and many of the other miraculous characters)

Ok, let me just put a disclaimer here.

I love all the characters in miraculous Ladybug, I really do. I mean, aside from Lila and Gabriel, but really who doesn’t? I think all the characters are cool from both design and initial character standpoints and made you wish we see more of them.

But just like most of my other posts, I see both good and bad in the show and acknowledge all of it. I like the concepts, but I don’t have to necessarily like all the executions of said concepts.

I’ve been holding off this post for a while due to me wanting to take some time to review the show first and see if there was anything that would have made me change my mind on my newfound stance. But surprisingly, there really wasn’t.

So let me get to the point

Adrien Agreste...Is one of the blandest characters I have ever seen in a show

As with most to all the other characters in the show as well.

(Cue sounds of betrayal)

“But Arlakos!” you might say, “Why would you think this way? You love Adrien! He has a great personality!”

Yeah, I love him. I love his initial character and I think he as Chat Noir is just amazing. But having watched three seasons of a single show, as well as comparing Miraculous to ANOTHER similar show, I have to address this issue and how it affects all the characters.

So first, let's talk about the show

Spanning three seasons, Miraculous Ladybug, as of this moment has released 78 episodes of this show (also including the Christmas special). In comparison, the show I'm using has released 87 episodes, so I feel that after this long, its fair to now compare the two shows, even with the 9 episode difference.

After watching Miraculous Ladybug for so long, I realized by this point that a lot of episodes in the series are pretty much flash and no substance, along with some ship teasing. I would call it filler, but that's under the implication that there was any plot they were following, to begin with. With each of the episodes bottled into one standalone story, most of the episodes have no impact to each other aside from a few rare few. Season 1 was chock full of this, but it was ok for the time being as Season 1 was used to introduce most of the characters in the show and the world itself. But that has also been the basis for the other two seasons as well, especially those that promised to expand the story of the show.

But it didn’t. Each of the episodes would occur, their story would end, and any important lessons the characters would learn would be forgotten by the end. The episode and its story would never be brought up again, aside from the Akuma if the person in question was to be re-akumatized again. Maybe it would be brought up in passing, such as Kim and Ondine’s relationship, but truth be told, none of the episodes mattered to the lore or plot of the show. You could feasibly cut out most of the episodes, aside from episodes introducing a new hero, the finales and the first episode of each new season and the show would still work plot-wise.

Because of this format of the show, the characters have undoubtedly suffered a lot development-wise, due to character resets cause of the nature of standalone episodes, most characters not being utilized in most episodes unless its for setting up an akuma, and the overall Marinette focused nature of the show not allowing any other characters to have focus.

And nobody has really suffered more, that the Big Cat himself, Adrien Agreste.

But why though?

To understand this, let's go over his initial character traits

He’s Kind

He’s willing to see the good in people

He’s Lonely and has no friends

He’s a model

He loves Ladybug.

He makes puns (as Chat Noir)

He’s flirty with Ladybug (as Chat Noir)

As you can see, most to all of these character traits are pretty much all the traits Adrien has shown in season 1. Actually, all of these traits were shown in just the Origins itself which, being the first chronological show in the series, does a pretty good job of setting up Adrien's initial character.

(Also just a quick mid note here, I just realized why the show produced this episode last compared to the others. If this was the episode that came out first, most to all of the other episodes in comparison would just be seen as boring. With the origins being both action-packed and plot rich with its main cast, most of the other episodes would be seen as filler if they came out after this banger of a season finale.)

But going on the topic of later seasons, ask yourself:

What have you learned about Adrien's Character in season 2 and 3?

And when I say character, i mean actual stuff about him. What other stuff does he like? What does he want to do in the future? What does he do when he spends time with Nino? What does he think of other people (aside from Lila)?

Chances are, that unless the stuff you’re pulling at might be from a headcanon in whatever fanfic you are writing, most of you will answer nothing. I mean, sure some people may say that he’s likes games as made evident from Gamer, but that is probably the only moment where we see a bit more of Adrien's character, and again we are talking about season 1, so it doesn't really count

Some people may say that Gorizilla was an episode that explored Adrien's character. While I do agree that it was more Adrien focused than others, and easily one of the best episodes in the show, looking back on the episode, I realized that more or less all it does is show how Adrien is pretty much a Disney Princess more helpless than Snow White. He’s trapped in the house, unable to escape, waiting for a hero in spots to ‘save him’ from his loneliness. Also, it had some Adrienette in it, but again it was just teasing.

(Note: I just gotta say though that Wayhem’s character and growth were just the best. Being just another fanboy at first, he realized his mistake and even stood up to an Akuma to save Adrien, then apologized at the end even though he would pretty much get no reward for his action, becoming an actual character in the process rather than just a background one. The fact that Adrien became friends with Wayhem was just heartwarming for a background character. Despite Roi Singe being a blast, I’m really sorry that they restricted Wayhems character to just being another Akuma in Party Crasher, it would have been nice for Wayhem to be an actual Friend Adrien could talk to outside of school and add more development into the show.)

So back on the Topic of Adrien, we haven’t really learned much about Adrien's character or see him develop in any meaningful way. The only thing we ever see him really do outside of being part of the Squad (Alya, Nino, Adrien, Marinette) is just either pine for Ladybug in his spare time, or complaining about not being able to spend time with his dad. No seriously, look at most episodes where Adrien's at home and that's all he does!

But now for the topic of Chat Noir. I mean, Adrien is trapped as a normal boy, so it would make sense that Chat Noir would be able to develop as a character and show the world he is more than just a sidekick right?

Unfortunately, Chat Noir, just like his civilian counterpart, also suffers from a lack of any meaningful character growth. Shorts vids on youtube aside (which btw should never be used to develop the main characters, otherwise what is the point of the show), we never see him talk to Ladybug in any meaningful way (I mean he does try, but chances are Ladybug shuts him up because (a) she wants to leave and (b) blah blah secret identity)

Basically, he has three different moods.

He flirts with Ladybug, often using puns to do so.

He’s a suicidal mofo who takes hits for Ladybug, saying its because she's the only one who can save the day (Hot take though, I just think Chat Noir is just the persona of Tumblr that wants to die)

He worships Ladybug and thinks shes amazing, complimenting her on the daily, as well as comforting her and giving her pep talks when shes low.

Other than that, he’s written as basically useless. Don’t expect him to come up with any plans and if he does, expect them to fail (Reflekdoll). Don't expect him to actually help Ladybug and for Ladybug to always say him. If Ladybug is in any way made useless or incapacitated, be sure that Chat will in no way be able to help Ladybug as he will be made to be more useless than Ladybug so that Ladybug has to take care of him (Reverser). Also Chat will flirt at the worst times to show Ladybug is better and more ‘professional’ at being a hero (Prime Queen)

Also Chat Missile

WARNING: Not suitable for anyone under 13 years old. Only use if your a superhero with increased Strength, otherwise it may hurt your back.

These are all the same traits we see in every episode, without change without fail. I mean, in Glacitator Chat promised to stop flirting with Ladybug because she likes another boy, but since characters reset after every episode he went back to flirting the next episode. So yeah, that's it. Next episode

Aside from that, we never see him do anything else, nor have anything as a hero impact him in any way. The only times I have ever seen him be impacted as a hero was

Syren, where he was tired his partner kept hiding secrets from him (as HE SHOULD), and was about to quit, but reconsidered once Fu arrived and explained some stuff, which bascially set him back to normal, which i guess its fine, but i wish the episode had more of an impact on Chat’s character.

Frozer (where Astruc was making Adrien salt cause Luka)

The Ladybug episode, where he saw a living, thinking duplicate of Ladybug, who had just become free from Mayura and became a hero, killed by said villain, and was just about to have a heroic breakdown and attack Mayura. However, this one was cut off due to Hawkmoth, resulting in Chat going from Heroic breakdown to making puns about Hawkmoths age. Really?

However, despite all that I have said, some of you may still think I am wrong. You may think that Adrien does show more character and that I'm just pulling facts out of my ass. You may think he does show character because of that one ship tease moment that you think qualifies at plot development.

But some of you may also think, why does this even matter? Its called Miraculous Ladybug, the show is about Marinette and Ladybug. Its all about her. Who cares about the other characters? Who cares about Adrien? He doesn’t need character development, we need to focus on Marinette and her making Adrien's birthday gifts for his next 35 birthdays. We should all just stop worrying about Adrien's character. All he should be is just a kind pretty boy for Marinette to idolize and have as a prize at the finale, and for Chat Noir to be useless comic relief while Ladybug saves the day, because she is juuuust that amaziiiiing.

Well first of all

It’s called Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir. Miraculous Ladybug is just a nickname used by fans and writers to simplify the name. The name implies that there is another main character, known as... Chat Noir. It's not called tales of Ladybug and Marinette, get with the program.

The show can still focus on one main character but still develop other characters as well. If anyone thinks otherwise, they either have a character bias or don't realize how to make a good show.

If anyone actually thinks this way, well then screw you. Developing a character should not be made at the expense of another character. Chat Noir should not have to be made to be comic relief just because Ladybug is the only one who can purify Akumas.

Secondly (yes I realized that I used 3 points but IDC) there’s another show that is very similar to Ladybug that also focuses on a school girl saving the world with the help of her sidekick male character.

That’s right, I’m talking about ... KIM POSSIBLE!

But to be more precise, I’m talking about its secondary hero... Ron Stoppable.

This guy right here, just in case any of you thought I was talking about the kung fu naked mole-rat.

But in all seriousness though, let's talk about him.

In the series, Ron Stoppable is the partner of the teenage heroine Kim Possible. Just like Chat Noir, he helps KP on her missions, and unlike Chat, is actually seen as a sidekick by the world, including KP.

Then why is it that I think he’s a better Character than Chat?

Well, the thing is unlike Miraculous, the show has a good job of integrating its school and hero stories together, and it helped to explore Ron’s character as well. Sure, he was a clumsy dude who got scared a lot and had an unhealthy obsession with Mexican fast food, but we still got to explore his character.

Just a few small examples:

Most episodes in KP had the fine job of adding stuff to Ron’s Character. Small stuff, but it fleshed him out over time He shows in one episode that despite being clumsy in the hero business, he can cook pretty well! In another episode, he learns he is pretty good at running and becomes a back runner for the football team at his school.

He also gets to have a few episodes where he and his buddy Rufus (the naked mole rat) get to shine despite being a secondary character. He becomes the second incarnation of the fearless ferret (an in show super hero), visits Japan where he gets to learn some monkey Kung Fu, and often times fights villains himself, though this is usually in one of the situations where he gets a one time power up or Kim Possible is not available, but it still showed that Ron could be a hero as well. Hell in the finale, he actually helped Kim Possible as a partner rather than a sidekick.

Now I get that Miraculous and KP are two radically different shows. Secret Identities aside, Kim Possible has a large variety of villains, while Miraculous only has the One big villain, so it's very difficult to have Chat be able to stand on his own two feet while the only thing they are fighting is something only Ladybug can fix.

But in that regard, this also shows the importance of Miraculous needing more plot progressed the story. Unlike Kim Possible, who’s many villains and overall lack of an ‘ending villain’ can allow for one-off episodes involving Ron and some villains, Miraculous only has the one. Once Hawkmoth is defeated, the show technically ends (future version not counting), so It would make sense that the characters should develop over time as the show gets closer to that finale.

So in that Regard, what could I do to make Chat Noir more fleshed out?

Honestly, you could add in some moments in the show where Chat noir interacts with Paris. Like maybe in one episode Chat rescues lost cats and takes them to the shelter, or perhaps he works at a cat shelter in his spare hero time.

Perhaps have an episode or two where Chat saves the day on his own while Ladybug is busy or oblivious to the trouble in Paris. Regarding Akuma, I have often considered Chat should have an ‘ability’ similar to Ladybugs that allows him to ‘purify’ the Akuma by disrupting the magic inside the Akuma (the ability being called Disruption), but can’t use it too often without proper training due to the dark energies in the Akuma being too harmful to Chat to use often. That way Chat can occasionally take on a few Akuma by himself.

Have a few episodes where something happens which allows the audience to learn what Adrien/Chat likes. Maybe there’s an episode where he learns to cook desserts, and finds out he’s actually pretty good at it!

I feel the need to add some ideas in because in the end I still love Chat Noir and consider him my favorite character. But I also have to acknowledge this problem because it ruins the quality of the show.

In fact, I think that Adrien's problem isn’t just limited to him, but also to every other character in the show, and even Marinette to an extent.

Going back to the show and looking at all the side characters, it's obvious that looking at them, a lot of them are very one dimensional in their character. We don't learn much about them or their personality, and even when we do, we only learn about them when it's their turn to be akumatized, or if the akumatized person is related to them in some way like in Markov. Once they usually are done, we don't get to see the characters much, unless there is a second akumatization.

Juleka only became important when she got akumatized twice and aside from that, we don't get to see her much or learn about her. Ivan and Mylene were basically forgotten after they became akumatized. Pretty much no one is affected post akumatization with any sort of trauma or worry, so nothing about the characters actually changes as a result of events in the show.

Even those that do become heroes don’t really get any character growth, they are just considered to be worthy to be heroes because they are good people, but considering the qualifications of good in the show are determined by if you like Marinette, that means pretty much everyone in Marinette’s class could be a hero, aside from Chloe because HEY! SHE DOESN’T LIKE MARINETTE THEREFORE SHE’S VILLAIN!

(God I hate Miracle Queen)

Also, these problems pretty much apply to Marinette as well.

I mean, all the things she does in the show basically comes back to the same simple fact that ‘Marinette is kind and helpful’. That's it.

She helps Jagged getting some glasses, its because she is kind and helpful. Helping her classmates? Kind and Helpful? Helping Kitty Section with Costumes? Kind and Helpful? Helping Adrien? She wants to get into his pants.

(Also because she’s kind and helpful.)

Like, this isn’t bad, but nothing seems to change about her, she goes and helps people as Marinette, helps people as Ladybug, and despite this, is unaffected by the school or her life. What is she going to do post Lycee? How is she going to become a fashion designer? Work as an intern at a fashion company. Work at Gabriel Agreste’s company? Startup her own local business? The show refuses to acknowledge any of these things, despite her being a schoolgirl, because she has more important things to worry about than school. Such as being a Guardian for a box magically bound to her that will take away her memories if she tries to get rid of it.

(God Miracle Queen was a mistake, she didn’t even learn how to be a Guardian yet! )

To close things up, most of the characters in the show lack any meaningful character development, which i can safely say is due to the structure of single-story episodes in a show that has a defined ending (and therefore doesn't work) lack of care for writing these amazing characters, and just the writing in general.

Despite what some people may say about Astruc, it's clear that beyond all that, he’s not good at writing stories and characters beyond initial design, he’d rather go making one-dimensional characters and show off how amazing Marinette is, rather than allowing them to develop in any logical and meaningful way that shows the distinction between earlier and later seasons

Here’s to hoping these characters get some character development in season 4. Even if all we get is Plagg learning he likes milk.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. As always, thanks to the amazing @twin-books for talking to me and helping to refine my views on the characters and the show!

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug salt #ML salt #Miraculous Ladybug critique #Miraculous writers salt #Adrien salt #Though not for Adrien himself but its lack of character growth #Marinette salt #Miraculous class salt #Salt of every character for its lack of character growth #Astruc salt #Long Post #REALLY LONG POST

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miraculouscataclyyysm · 5 years ago

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Seating plan au part 4

On the train so enjoy an update for my seating plan au, but warning I’m dyslexic and sins I’m on the train I’m posting this from my phone so if there are any miss spellings are wrong place punctuation ignore that please

Link to Part 3

Alix, Kim and max are a LOT less convinced by Lila in this au, they would probably slap their canon selfs for being so easily manipulated by her, especially Alix who is completely done with her bullshit, sins Alix, max and Kim are so close with Mari and Felix they can see how ridiculous her lies are about them which means Lila has 3 more people on her shit list (list of people she Doesn't like for no other reason than there honest and see her true colours)

After the advents I’d Buzz-kill (check out part 3 for full deeps but basically Felix was akumatised into Buzz-kill) Chloe starts referring to him ass Buzz-kill, this goes on for about a week, Felix didn’t pay her any attention, he says she’s not worth it but Marinette and Alix get more and more frustrated until one Friday afternoon in class Chloe says it again, there discussing ideas for the class dance when Chloe piped up “well we all know Felix won’t have any ideas, Mr Buzz-Kill would happily see us all sat in a dull grey room forced to watch paint dry” Mari reaches her boiling point and says “well if that’s true then you’d have us all paralyzed and at your mercy? Sins you always have to be the centre of attention, is t that right queen wasp?” The. Alix adds “or she’d blow up the school just so she could ‘save us’...I’d rather take my chances with lie-la” cue fake hurt Lila “well that was rude” “I’ll have you all expelled for this Sabrina call my father right now tell him to get my helicopter ready I’m going to see mother in New York” Chloe then storms out of class

After his disaster of a birthday party Felix starts avoiding Adrian a lot more than usual witch means chat drops in for a lot more late-night visits to Marinette who’s basically his unpaid therapist now, on one occasion he was there so late Mari fell asleep as he was talking so chat/Adrian moved her into bed and tucked her in and whispered “thanks princess” before leaving to wander the street of Paris trying to think of a way to apologise to Felix

By the start of season 3, Felix has his suspicions that Mari is LB, he Doesn't actively try to find out though, he knows how important the secret identities are so he plays ignorant, but he can’t deny the similarities

Prime queen is a clusterfuck too say the least, all of Paris knows Chat Noir is deeply in love with LB but the internet has been going mad lately with rumour’s about LB and Renard arctique being I love, so when the chat show happens Chat is less joking and more bitter because Nadja in team Chat and demands the truth from LB “are you aware of the increasing number rum are around your relationship with your fox teammate?” *Chat eyes roll so hard they almost fall out of his head* “do we really have to talk about him?” *LB hits Chats shoulder* “Renard is amazing but he’s just a friend” *cue Nadja getting yelled at via her ear pice* “just admit chat is your soul mate ladybug, Admit you love him, I no your not seeing Renard Arctique, that’s obvious, I know you wouldn’t betray chat like that” “I’m not betraying anyone” “then tell us the truth, Paris deserves the truth ladybug” “deserve....why do I have to be attached to a man...seriously is my relationship status the only important thing about me? if I’m dating Somone, if my partner is more than that? hello, I save Paris on a daily basis isn’t that interesting? I’m more than the men in my life, I don’t have to tell you anything” *mic drop from LB*

After Nadja is akumatised the fight goes down the same but the aftermath is something else, Felix wasn’t aware of the LB RA dating rumours so in class the next day he brings it up with Mari....who’s still irritated by the whole thing, Felix notices and asks her what up so Mari goes on this massive rant about how media focuses so much on woman’s dating life, how lb gets asked so much about chat etc but never how she juggles her civilian life with hero work *heart eyes +soft smile from Felix* Mari notices Felix face and blushes “why did you bring it up anyway?” Once Felix remembers the point of the conversation he says “I only just heard about the rumours and thought I’d ask, you pay more attention to the hero’s than I do...but I thought the whole thing seemed stupid” “stupid?” “Yeah I doubt LB would date a fellow hero anyway, they probably have a code of conduct or something to keep them all safe... Secret identities and all that, plus ladybugs too much of a badass for those idiots” Mari soft smile act cats and Felix forgets how to breathe*

In Desperada Marinette instantly recommends Luka to Jagged Stone, sins she’s not head over heels for Adrian in this au, this also means Luka gets the snake miraculous right away, enter Viperion who will eventually join carapace, bunnix and Renard as a part-time hero (instead of a call on when needed hero) with a once a week patrol with LB or Chat

Felix askes Marinette out on a date completely by accident, the gang is in the park like normal, Luka is strumming his guitar, Alix and Kim are arguing over something dumb and Mari and max are playing a game on Max’s phone when Felix gets a text from Nathalie reminding him of the fashion show that night so without thinking he asks “I have a fashion show tonight would you accompany me Marinette” Mari looks up quickly but before she can reply Alix says “of course she’ll be your date” (the rest of the gang has been silently shipping these idiots for months) “you want me to be your date?” *Felix makes a mental note to either kill or thank Alix depending on what happens next* “yes” “then I’d love to accompany you” Felix later orders a thank you fruit basket to Alix home

Part 5

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gav-san · 5 years ago

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The Hollow Kingdom

Review and Defense of a classic fantasy favorite.

Warning: Below is a large explanation that spoils some upcoming projects and talks about things you may be uncomfortable with, but are important to talk about. Also, spoilers of the book.

Please consider reading the book!

There’s a stage that man girls go through, likely after watching the 1986 Labyrinth. I like to call it the ‘Goblin King Craze’. After all, few things match the childhood spectacle of David Bowie dancing in very tight pants with his cohort of bumbling goblins, coupled with the magic of Jim Henson.

I can imagine many of you who have watched this movie, had like me, also longed for the imagination and craze in your own life, or at least something similar in fiction.

Cue being a teenager, and discovering The Hollow Kingdom (published 2003), but mere chance in your hometown library.

Here is the Goodreads summary: “In nineteenth-century England, a powerful sorcerer and King of the Goblins chooses Kate, the elder of two orphan girls recently arrived at their ancestral home, Hallow Hill, to become his bride and queen...”

It’s no surprise that I ended up loving this book.

This book is generally under a YA fiction/fantasy tag. It has won various awards, including the 2004 Mythopoeic Fantasy Award for Children's Literature. It’s well-written, relatable to a young woman, and full of intelligent moments and clever thinking. The characters are fully-fledged, as are the societies they live in.

It’s not a perfect book. Sometimes the pacing and choice of focus can be inconsistent, and sometimes the timing and structure are not as strong as they could be. Its lack of care for developing romance can cause problems with the reviewers, had they been expecting a romance.

Now let’s chat a bit. As a teenager, it was an eye open experience to discover a book that didn’t pander another tale of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ once again. Meaning, an easy tale that force-fed me obvious morals, and condescended to my 'age-level’. And, I thought, it was better to talk about difficult things then pretend they didn’t exist.

And so time passed, the internet grew, and the Me Too movement rolled along, said hi, and sorta gave a half-hearted wave as it did so. Now, much older, I have finally had time to work on some projects that I’ve been thinking about for a long time. I do fanfic’s as a writing exercise, but my true love is illustrating stories on the webtoon platform. I have a series called ‘Vixen’ out that has been a trial run of sorts to sharpen my skills and get me back on track.

One of the long-running projects that I’ve desperately wanted to illustrate for a long time is ‘The Hollow Kingdom’. I am only in the beginning steps and have yet to contact the author or any of the other relevant sources. This research stage is mostly an exploration to see if this is even possible, and how it would be done.

As I’ve delved into the internet to see how my old favorite has aged... I was a bit startled.

Despite its initial accolades around 2018, when a lot of Hollywood was being stripped and scattered, and there were many accusations worldwide of prominent figures accused of sexual abuse, perhaps it was predictable that a complicated book that does not deal with a traditional happy ending started becoming maligned in general. And as social media, as a rule, tends to ignore content in favor of a thoughtful readthrough, I felt the need to go reread and reassess my POV.

So I did.

And I still enjoyed the book. As did the roughly 10,000 others who rated it 4 stars and above.

But to be fair, here are some reviews from other who didn’t:

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1. The end is some sort of apologia for rape, abduction, and Stockholm Syndrome.

2. I expect that when I’m told said female protagonist is intelligent for her to actually be intelligent, like you know, by giving her any ounce of sense, resourcefulness, or deductive skills.

3. (The Goblin King)...seriously tries to justify his actions by saying he doesn’t have a choice...

4. I also did not like the pointless slaughtering of animals…which really if you think about it made no sense…why would the monkey and wolf not be threats and be all for following kate but not the bear or the snakes…

5. It didn't help that I was well aware of how the main character got tricked. I mean, if her guardian believed her and was concerned for her sister why would still keep Kate locked up in her room and offer freedom from the room in exchange for info on goblins?

6. A young woman is coerced into marrying the Goblin King, Lord of the Hollow Kingdom.

7. What I'm trying to get across is that this is another example of a story where a young woman gets virtually everything taken away from her - her passions, her freedom, everything - but (through Stockholm Syndrome or sheer stupidity, I'm not sure) she forgives it all in the name of love and becomes a supremely contented Stepford Wife.

8. So a girl is kidnapped by the Goblin King, and is trapped in the goblin kingdom. The end. Well, she ends up liking it, doesn't struggle, doesn't really care about what is happening to her.

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Sorry, that was a lot. I understand that there are many who are just not going to jibe with a book. But I think it’s fair that on the complaints that accuse the book, it can be rebutted.

1(a). Perhaps many of the problems with the book that people expected it to be the perfect mash between Labyrinth and Beauty and the Beast. First of all, Beauty and the Beast is a classic tale, which many accuse of Stockholm Syndrome. It isn’t, by the way, but that’s not why I’m here. Or here.

Neither is the Hollow Kingdom. It seems that many of the reviewers are sure that Kate is forced into marrying the Goblin King. She wasn’t. She actually ends up going to the Goblin King and agreeing to marry him in exchange for the release of her sister.

But Gav-san, the Goblin King )Marak) misled Kate into thinking they had her.

No, they didn’t. It even points out that had she asked, they would have told her. It’s stated very early on that Goblin do not lie under any circumstance (though are prone to being crafty beasts).

Kate never is isolated with her captour, or ignore his awful parts and has does not fall in line with his ideas, holding strongly to her own. In fact, it’s her very ideals that lead to her success in the end, and that leads to Marak’s change of ideology. Kate’s own honor often compelled her to make choices that seem frustrating to the (modern) reader (who perhaps forgets this is 1815 England). To demand modern ideologies from the protagonist is awfully stupid and presumptuous.

1(b). This book, in no way shape or form, is an apology for rape and abduction. It’s a large point in this book that is unavoidable. The Goblins and Elves kidnap humans (and the occasional elf) to marry. The King must always marry outside of his race. This inevitably leads to unhappy women and broken families.

It is not seen as a happy, good event, but often a stressful, angry one that leaves tragedy and scars that echo across the generations. It is also a revealing look at humanity and our own atrocities. Much like the goblins and elves, sometimes these things are painted as noble when they weren’t, and thus it makes the societies feel real, having these pitfalls.

And, as a King whose entire, beloved kingdom is at stake, do you chose to make one person miserable, or condemn the entire lot to a slow death?

It may make us uncomfortable to see the reality of this situation played out in such close-to-the-chest terms.

Because Kate ends up happy and the victor, even in a situation that was not perfect, should she be condemned? I don’t think she or any women forced into that situation should be denied a healthy joy they find.

Remember, at the end of the book, it’s because of Kate that the Kingdom continues.

2. Kate is intelligent. (How could you miss her relentlessly scheming, most that succeed?!?!) And due to her heritage, she has top-notch instincts (untrained though) she continually outsmarts and outmaneuvers the Goblin King and the meddling human family. I think, had her Uncle not kidnapped Emily, she would have escaped. But her own concern for her sister was more important, and so she made that choice. That’s why she agrees to settle in, and that’s what open’s the door to her falling in love with Marak. She isn’t his prisoner, but his equal, who he learns to respect. Many human relationships could learn that last part better.

3. The Goblin King doesn’t justify himself in any degree. He knows he’s not going to be a desirable, handsome husband to any woman, especially in 1815 (or any time before and long after). If the only way a magical kingdom could continue is the misery of one person outside your race who is treated well, all things considered, then why would a brusque goblin who is not naturally inclined (thanks to his heritage) to get his feelings hurt easily worry? Many of the King’s Wifes never fell in love with their husbands, especially the sensitive elves.

In the animal kingdom, it’s not as important. Stop projecting modern standards on a fantasy culture. JRR Tolkien's goblins murder, are crass and cruel, but we don’t expect them to be human and learn to be polite. Dunkle’s Goblins are far more genteel and human-like, but they are not humans.

4. At the end of the book, there is a sorcerer who is a bad man and uses human and animal parts in his spells. If you are sensitive to that, perhaps it’s something to consider, but the book doesn’t go into great detail of these things. And frankly, ‘traditional’ medicine in many parts of the world does the same.

And why would Kate release animals that would hurt her?

5. Kate’s Guardian was never concern for her. He thought about murdering her and was concocting plans to do so. As it says in the book, society would not be kind to Kate or Emily. This is no surprise. A wealthy young woman in 1815 England? A prime target.

Kate manages to trick the doctor who the guardian brought (to put her in the insane asylum) and save her sister, though she needed to Goblins help. She was in a bad position!

6. Why are people so determined to take away Kate’s dignity and choice? Her uncle lied to her, and he was punished for it later, by the Goblin King. She went to the Goblin King and bartered her own freedom. Women make their own choices and feminism is respecting those choices as a man’s would. Her acceptance of the Gobline Kingdom is not proof of her weakness, but a show of her strength. You will face difficult problems you cannot change, and the only decision at that point is how you react.

Just because Sarah didn’t chose the Goblin King doesn’t make her strong. It was what she learned doing it. The point of reading the book is the journey.

7. Or you can see this as a book that takes on the idea of conflicting cultures that are forced upon a woman, and she makes decisions that ensure the important things to her are seen through. A real woman who, much like real women, is put into a difficult situation that is fraught with dangers and missteps, and does a decent job at navigating them without giving up her integrity or beliefs.

Don’t be taken in by easy illusions that meant to be as shallow as they appear. Feel free to message me and we can chat about it more.

In the end, this is just my opinion. But I don’t think I’m wrong, and I stand by it, which is why I’m writing it, and why I hope to illustrate this magnificent work one day.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

#the hollow kingdom #hollow kingdom #Clare B. Dunkle #review #webcomic #defence #book #Ya lit #goblin #goblin king #fantasy #slight romance #adventure #spoilers

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breg21 · 5 years ago

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Ladynoir Month: Animal Tendencies

@ladynoirjuly2019

Ao3 FFN

*Has basket of fluff in arm* who wants fluffffff? *Tosses freely into the air*

Please enjoy.

Animal tendencies. It was something that got the best of Chat at times since receiving his miraculous. And sometimes, it was a pain in the butt to deal with.

Take for instance, the first time he purred in front of Ladybug during the whole Prime Queen deal. That was embarrassing, and while it wasn't ever brought up afterwards, he knew Ladybug still remembered it. That very thought would haunt him until his grave.

But what spurred this particular thought was right after an akuma attack. The press was huddled around the two, asking question after question, when a group fans started to mix in as well.

There had been one boy among the rest that was really adamant on getting Ladybug to notice him, so much so, that he shouted her name, and waved frantically for her. It took her a few minutes, but soon enough, she saw him and waved back, causing the unknown dude to take that as the initiative to sprint over to her, something ready in his hand for her to obviously sign.

The jealousy hadn't sparked quite yet. After all, it was just a fan, nothing harmful.

It was when he tried to grab her hand and kiss it, that something ticked in his chest, because that was his thing. But he didn't own her, it was a simple kiss, him trying to be a gentleman and Chat knew his lady enough, that she could have the guy on the ground in a second flat if need be.

But then, he leaned in, invading her personal space, showering her with compliments and was definitely making her uncomfortable.

His eyes locked onto hers, silently asking if she needed help yet, because he'd show the creep just what it felt like to have a cataclysm to the ribs if need be. She shook her head, letting him know that she was okay and could handle it. She'd tag him in if need be.

He kept his guard up as the guy continued to talk with her, keeping his hands to himself for the time being— Chat knew the second he would touch her, she'd have him on his back, and probably not in the way the poor sap wanted— And tried to make as much small talk as he could.

Now, this was where the animal tendencies came in to play. As the twinge of jealousy began to grow when Ladybug tried to make polite conversation and the boy just wouldn't read her cues of wanting it to end. Chat was overcome with a need to rub himself all over her, and leave his sent imprinted on her skin.

And in that moment, he had never cursed Plagg so much in all the time that Adrien had him.

Ladybug was his girlfriend. Not his property. He had no right to scent mark her. He had no claim over her like she was his territory, nor should he in the first place. So his stupid animal tendencies could just shut up for all that he cared.

Eventually, Ladybug couldn't take much more of the conversation, she told him that she was becoming uncomfortable, and she really had to go. The guy seemed shocked— maybe he thought his advances were working and he couldn't read her signs? — and left with an embarrassed goodbye.

He could tell the second she was relieved, and skipped back over to him, but made sure not to get too touchy with him, the crowd may have dissipated in the past ten minutes, but they were still wary about people find out about their relationship.

"Hey, kitty." Even after that off putting encounter, her face remained bright, and it went full force she was near him.

Just over a year of dating, and he still wasn't used to that. In fact, he doubted if he'd ever get used to it. It seemed something out of a fairytale when she looked at him the way that she did.

And he was thankful, each and every day for her. "Hey, bugaboo. Patrol tonight?"

She laughed and nodded. "You know it. Same spot?"

He winked. "See you there."

The night came quicker than expected, though, it was evening already when they had fought the akuma, and the couple were already seated on the tower, trying to soak up what little bit of spring that they had left.

Chat couldn't help but think back to the idea of wanting to mark Ladybug earlier. It wasn't right with how his primal thoughts took over. He couldn't push something on her like that, there were still boundaries someone had to keep, and that wouldn't be fair to her if he went all primal and marked her as his. And he definitely wouldn't ever do that without her permission.

Even if a small part of him wanted to, he'd never ask her if he could do something like that in the first place. The act alone was just too embarrassing. No, he wouldn't. He'd let it be, and get some control over his stupid cat instincts. They couldn't control him. He wouldn't allow them to.

But she could tell when he was off, she always could. "Kitty." Her voice was soft, but as always, commanding in the fact that she wasn't going to back down. That was his lady for you. He turned his head to the side to look at her. "What's going on?"

He sighed, but did his best to reassure her. "Nothing, bugaboo. Just some stuff going on inside my head."

Ladybug scooted closer, brushing her arms against his and his mind went blank after that. Touching was really making thought a hard concept to connect in his mind. It shouldn't be that hard to think, to do something that was an easy task, but any thoughts just drained out of him. But he pressed on. "I-I don't want you to think less of me."

"Oh, Cherie." She cooed, grabbing his face and moving him until they were eye to eye. Dang, it. She knew what that nickname did to his heart. She knew his weaknesses too well sometimes. Cute little ladybugs and their cute little ocean blue eyes. Why!? "You can always tell me. I'm never gonna judge you harshly like that."

He knew that. He really, really did. But it was hard sometimes. He always had to be careful with what he said around his father. One word out of place and he would be in big trouble. He knew that wasn't the case with Ladybug, but the thought had been scorn into him for so long. Old habits die hard. "I just ..today, with that guy that was trying to flirt with you. You already have heard how I purr when you and I got too close together during Prime Queen. Well, turns out wanting to mark things that my stupid brain considers 'mine' is a thing too."

Her eyes bulged out of her head as she looked forward, completely taken aback by his answer. "Oh." She breathed.

"Yeah."

And now he made it awkward. Of course. Ten out of ten.

Would not recommend though.

Why did he have to make it awkward? Why did he have to ruin everything good for himself?

He couldn't look at her after that. He expected to be pushed, lightly slapped, or at the very least, have her look away in disgust,

But, instead he heard a soft sigh from his left, from her lips, and then, out of nowhere, she moved herself the rest of the way into his lap. "Chat." She breathed tenderly. "Look at me. Please."

He did, but not without a lot of will power to do so. His breath caught at the sight of not seeing any anger or disappointment stewing in her eyes. "Yeah?"

"I'm not angry." She promised. "It's okay. It's okay that you felt the way that you did, you didn't act on what you thought, besides, I kinda see it differently."

His eyebrows knitted together just above his mask. "How so?"

Her smile was bright enough to make people think it was actually day time instead of night. "Because it's not being territorial. You don't look at me and think you have a right to me, kitty." Her fingers started to lightly stroke his jawline and he leaned into her touch as if it beckoned him— and he melted as always. "I'm yours, freely willingly, as much as you're mine. Nothing else to it. We're equal in this. There's a difference between being territorial and wanting to be each others."

"But-"

"We're not animals, Chat." She cut him off. "We're human. Maybe we get some of our kwami's tendencies, but we're still human. Being connected to them doesn't make us them. No matter what, you rubbing on me isn't gonna make me locked to you. That's for us to decide. We get to choose forever. Not some scent marking. "

His chest deflated somewhat at that. "You're right, I know that. It's just hard sometimes to control. Especially today, when that kid was trying to get special attention from you."

She proceeds that, her fingers halting their track and almost causing him to whine, but he held it in the back of his throat. When she procced what he had said, her eyes lit up, clear and endless. "Why don't you just ask me then?"

He blinked several times, her words downright frazzling his brain and sending every connecting wire to short circuit. "Wha-what?"

Her lips parted and he wanted to take them between his own. It should be illegal to be that cute. Along with the giggle that passed said lips. "I said, ask me. The worst thing I could say is no. I'm not that scary. I promise, it's not as big of a deal as you think."

But it was, and it was more than he could ever explain in his lifetime. "I don't wanna put that on you."

Her eyes were understanding, and her face remained soft as it always did when she was trying to get through his thick skull. "Though, I do appreciate the thought that you wouldn't want to do anything like this without my permission, I fully with a clear mind, know that this is a lot to you. And it's okay. I promise. I want to."

He tried to swallow the pins and needles that pricked the inside of his airways. "C-can I..um..can I-"

Thankfully, she had mercy on him and nodded between a few bouts of laughter. "Yeah, kitty. Of course."

He pounced without another thought, knocking them both on their backs, and causing her bell of laughter to reach even higher and fuller than ever before. His nose ran the length of her face, her head, cheeks, nose, everywhere he could get his mark on her, making sure to press just enough to leave his smell behind.

His pur revved up as he felt comfort take hold— she loved his pur, he knew that for sure so it was just an added bonus— and all he could feel was warmth, safety, and that taste of home that she often brought to him. He craved it, almost desperately.

Her arms wound around his neck, her fingers teasing the tuffs of hair that met the neck and hairline.

Then he found a particular spot on her collar bone where, when he pressed his nose into and purred just a little more loudly, was rewarded with a small little chirp.

That… was interesting. He did it again.

Another chirp and he smiled against her collar bone. "Bugaboo, did you just chirp like a ladybug?"

It was her to turn to be embarrassed as he pulled back to look at her. "No…." But her eyes refused to meet his, and he knew she was flat out lying, in tease, of course. His lady wasn't a liar for real.

He booped her nose. "You did. I knew I'd find your bugs, eventually."

Her eyes narrowed. "That wasn't even a good one, Chaton."

He fake gasped in offense. "Me-ouch. That was a good one, and you know it."

She rolled her eyes as he finished the rest of his rubs against her. He pulled back, ready to take his weight off of her as he was sure his weight was becoming too much. But as he put the little space between them, she combed her fingers through his hair, petting him and pulled him back to her, refusing to let him go, as she silently asked to keep him as close as possible.

He agreed, he always did for her.

When he sniffed to see if it worked, he was overcome with his scent mixed with hers and he felt that swell of pride in his chest.

His his his was all his brain could chant.

He chuckled against the skin of her neck, his warm breath causing her to shiver just enough for him to see. "Guess you're mine for forever then." He said in jest to his earlier fears.

She shook her head. "I already made that decision a long time ago, kitty." She corrected. "A long time ago."

Husband's Note:

Wife: "Today's prompt is Animal Tendencies."

Me: "Ah so this is the chapter that our lovebirds go all," *wink wink, nudge nudge*

Wife, now less amused: "No."

Me after proofreading the chapter: "Nevermind this is way better."

I mean, there was only like 125 people at the wedding, that's not TOO many witnesses that I have to worry about, right? I can claim it never happen, right? XD

I promise, I do love him.

#ladynoirjuly2019 #LadyNoir #ml #mlb #love square #miraculous ladybug

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⇾ tessellate 02

⇁ hoseok x female reader x jungkook

⇁ smut, slight angst || fuckboi!au

⇁ public sex, exhibitionist themes, angsty sex;

⇁ 10.1k

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“ Triangles are my favorite shape Three points where two lines meet.” (tessellate)

Triangles are supposed to be the strongest and most stable of all geometric shapes. You wonder how true this statement is if applied to real life situations. The way you see it: triangles aren’t a reliable structure for relationships, especially if the parties you’re involved with find commitment to be a foreign concept.

↳ or : a fuckboy’s guide to polyamory

⇀ start | 01 | 02

Your life is a mess — figuratively and literally. Empty coffee cups fill up your wastebasket; messy notes are strewn across your desk. Your sheets are in desperate need of washing — not that you can bring yourself to care when you’ve been falling asleep at your desk for the last three days.

Sleep itself has become a foreign concept. Cup ramen and dry shampoo are now your trusted best friends. Although you do require ten different alarms on your phone to make sure you don’t miss class, your body miraculously manages to function properly enough for you to trudge through the week more or less unscathed.

The past week in question is a blur; one never-ending, miserable routine that starts and ends with schoolwork. When your days aren’t eaten away by your part-time job and classes, you spend the rest of your time cram studying in cafes or finishing off your semester project in one of the available art studios on campus. You’re too caught up with your mountain-high pile of workload to dwell on any relationship troubles, especially when finals are knocking at your door, ready to promptly drag you down to your grave.

"Rough night?"

One of the only classmates you’re acquainted with, Joo, slinks into the chair beside yours, her leather messenger bag dropping to the floor with an audible thud. The familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts under your nose, and your sleep-deprived eyes are immediately drawn to the venti-sized cup she nurses in her hands. Your stomach growls — a loud reminder that you’ve been living off nothing but shots of caffeine and instant noodles.

"Is it that obvious?" You cover the undersides of your eyes self-consciously with your sleeve-covered hands.

Has your concealer worn off already? The drugstore brand isn’t renowned for being long-lasting but it should, at the minimum, last longer than an hour… What the hell? You had been relying on the product to make you look somewhat human. You grown inwardly, already imagining how frightening you must look with your panda eyes and greasy hair haphazardly tied into a poorly put together bun. You make a mental note to stay away from the sight of your reflection only because you want to spare your eyes the pain.

Your clothes don’t help your case, either — the wrinkled hoodie that dwarfs your form makes you look like an unidentifiable blob who has been living in the same outfit for the past week...which, admittedly, wouldn’t be too far from the truth. You’re sure anyone who takes one glimpse in your direction would think you’ve given up on looking like a normal human being. Between the fight with Hoseok and finals looming over your head like a dark cloud, you’ve been neglecting to take care of yourself properly. And, in all honesty, you would rather sleep an extra fifteen minutes than get up to apply a layer of makeup.

"Don't worry, you don't look worse than anyone else here..." She gives you a friendly pat on the shoulder after noticing your gloomy expression.

A cursory glance around the room confirms Joo’s statement. Her words, however, fail to cheer you up. To know that you’re not worse off than the rest of your classmates is not the most comforting piece of information. A sea of red-rimmed eyes, sunken expressions and grayish complexions surrounds you; it’s a sight you would expect to see in post-apocalyptic movies, not in a 10 am painting class.

"I stayed up until four finishing the damned thing. Thank God for coffee, right?" ” Joo’s lips curl into a frown as she pulls out her essay from her overstuffed bag. She curses under her breath when she notices the front page is dogeared and runs a hand over it in an attempt to flatten it out.

"Yeah.... I haven't been able to sleep much. I wish Professor Park would give us some slack.”

"Him? Give us a break? Yeah, right. He gets off watching us suffer. Why else would he give us this much work before finals? Fuckin' sadist.” She leans forward to press down harder, face contorted in a frown. “He can't wait to see us breakdown from the stress alone." Finally, she kicks one of the legs of the chair in front of her and slumps in her seat, apparently having given up on fixing the crease that mars the cover of her assignment.

Right on cue, the door slides open, and she peeks though her fingers, probably expecting Park to storm in right then. Her tense shoulders relax when the last students shuffle in instead of Park. She waves one of her friends over to the vacant chair next to her, her expression perking up.

You don’t recognize her friend, but, then again, you’re disgustingly bad at remembering faces. If Joo hadn’t struck up a conversation with you several weeks ago, you probably wouldn’t remember her, either. Your eyes stay peeled on her approaching form, partly out of secret admiration; unlike the rest of the zombie lookalikes in the class, her skin glows and her hair is perfectly sleek and shiny (the shampoo-advertisement glossy perfection you see on TV, not the gross kind of oily).

"You lot look like you've gone to hell and back again." The tall girl says in lieu of greeting, turning up her nose at the sight of the two of you. The look that crosses her face suggests she’s accidentally planted her heeled boot smack dab in a pile of cow dung… It does wonders for your ego.

"That's 'cos we have.” Joo grumbles behind the rim of her cup of coffee. “Did you forget the 12 page essay due today?"

"I'm more surprised you remembered. You're so unorganized, it’s a wonder you get any assignments done on time. It stresses me out every time I see you write your homework down on your hand. You can’t keep living this way… It’s April and you still don’t own a fucking planner!”

"Yeah yeah, whatever, mom. I'm not the only one who looks like death. Why don't you scold ____, too?"

You freeze up as they both turn to look at you, feeling the weight of their stares sweep over you.

The look Tall Girl appraises you with makes you flatten the top of your hair in a half-assed attempt to look more presentable. You don’t need confirmation of your repulsiveness when you're already all too aware that your tangled and knotted tendrils look like an open invitation for birds to come make their nest atop your head.

"I overslept today, s'all, didn’t have time to brush my hair," you mumble intelligibly between your teeth. You tug the sleeves of your sweater further down so that your fists are covered in the soft fabric, silently wishing that the ground would choose this exact moment to swallow you whole.

"It's cool that you're so confident in your appearance. I think if I dated someone so handsome, I would worry a lot more,” she says, leaning forward on her elbows to get a good look at you. You’re running dangerously low on sleep and patience which is why the mention of Hoseok instantly puts you in a crappy mood.

"Not everyone is that superficial, Lin. Exams are next week. Only you would care enough to get a Brazilian blowout four days before exams start." Joo forces out a laugh, trying to dispel the silent tension that had inched its way into the conversation. “Lin is a bit of bitch, don’t take it personally.”

“We all have our faults,” she shrugs, unbothered. “I’m a superficial, materialistic bitch — the kind trophy wives aspire to be. But at least I’m upfront about it. Say what you want, but I’m not the worse of the batch… Some people don’t have any morals.”

“You have morals? I’m surprised that you have a soul,” Joo snickers, earning an eye roll.

“Some things just go against my principles. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing UGG boots, for example. Not even if you paid me to.” You can’t help but look down at her outfit — the sparkly pink ensemble looks straight out of the set of Scream Queens. “I only smoke weed on weekends and I don’t kiss boys who are taken.”

Mr. Park chooses that moment to enter the classroom, and you silently thank him for the save. You’re not sure what you could have replied to that, anyway. This is why you try not to interact with anyone, you think to yourself.

As the voice of your professor drones on, going over the study material for the nth time this week, your mind unwilling drifts back to Hoseok, prompted by Lin’s words.

It’s not like you’re actively thinking of him every second of every day. The God honest truth is that you’re trying your best not to let yourself be consumed by thoughts of him. For the most part, your method works well. You’ve got so much to juggle on your plate at the moment that your romantic woes are on the bottom of your growing list of concerns. Yet there are inevitable times when you’re forced to acknowledge the jumbled feelings you haven’t been able to sort out since the night you walked out on him.

Now being a prime example.

Lin’s words bring you back to last week’s fight, the incriminating messages found on his phone and his refusal to explain himself. You still have no clue what you should make of it. Your experience is limited; none of your past relationships have ever been this complicated or dramatic. The entire situation makes your heart clench with anxiety. Bubbling panic brews in the pit of your stomach when your thoughts linger on this subject too long.

Avoiding Hoseok will only postpone confrontation but you would rather battle one fight at a time. Finals are the most important. That’s what you tell yourself anyway, trying to justify your actions when you refuse to call him back after he leaves yet another voicemail.

Mina [10:21 am] you owe me lunch

Mina [10:21 am] it’s been a week

Oh, right… Mina had ordered you a cheese pizza last week when you refused to come out of your room. You had promised to pay her back, only to eventually forget.

You glance ahead, trying to type your reply back as surreptitiously as possible.

Mina [10:22 am] pls feed me today

Mina [10:22 am] i’m broke af rn. my paycheck doesn’t come until the end of the month

You [10: 24 am] okay, fine. meet up for coffee at 12?

Mina [10:24 am] yes!!! I love you <33

Mina [10:25 am] is now a good time to tell u I finished your apple pie this morning

You [10:25 am] !!!!!!

You [10:26 am] I fucking hate you

Mina [10:28 am] sorry :-( will do your laundry for a week

You type back the last message with more force than necessary, a frown marring your features.

A voice interrupts your internal monologue, “Miss ______.”

The call of your name makes your head snap up, your wide eyes meeting the stern gaze of your professor. Although you feel like a deer in headlights, you try to mask your dread with a look of innocence. Several students have turned around to glance at you, and your cherry cheeks burn under the scrutiny.

“Yes?” Your response comes out as a nervous squeak, the sound betraying you. As you clear your throat with a loud cough, the hand that grips your phone under the table trembles.

Park heaves a sigh, the sound echoing in the silence of the room. “Please come see me after class.” The expression etched on his face informs you that whatever discussion he wishes to have with you will most likely not bode well for your future.

“Yes, sir,” comes your meek reply.

Joo shoots you a sympathetic smile you weakly reciprocate.

It seems like your week from hell can get worse, you despair, holding back a groan. Stress eats away at you and you find it impossible to concentrate on the lesson when your thoughts cycle between Hoseok, your professor, and how your life just monumentally sucks.

When class is finally dismissed, your shoulders sag with the weight of your accumulated troubles. You plod on over to your teacher’s desk, your apprehension visible on your face.

“Your essay on George Seurat and Neo-Impressionism you handed in last week was, quite frankly, a disappointment,” is what he says once the last students have cleared out.

Your stomach drops and you think you’re about to feel sick. Being told you’re failing class is not on the list of words you want to hear, now or ever. Back in high school, your work was always highly praised with a stellar grade to prove it, but you feel like your luck is about to change.

“This isn’t the first month of college anymore. We’re almost at the end of the year, so I expect more from you. If you turn in something like that on the day of the final exam… Don’t expect a passing grade. I’m telling you this because I know that you’re capable of doing better.”

He hands you your paper, red scribbles smirching the entirety of the first page. You take it back gingerly, afraid to read through all of your teacher’s commentary. Clutching your paper to your chest like a shield, you brace yourself for further criticism.

“The factual content on the color theory is not false but your explanations are muddled and clumsy. If you follow the methodology we went over in class, you wouldn’t be having this problem. You seem distracted lately, and today was not an exception.” You respond to the pointed look he aims at you with a sheepish expression.

“You don’t have a lot of time left, so make sure to straighten out your priorities. You have to get yourself back in the game, _____. Don’t lose focus of the objective now! You don’t want to see me next year again, alright?” The small smile he gives you makes you nod automatically. You thank him and promise him that you’ll try harder.

Outside, Joo looks up from her phone when you finally come out of the classroom. Lin stands behind her, inspecting her nails with a bored look plastered on her face. “So, how did it go?”

“Oh...it went fine. He’s not as scary as he looks,” you force out a smile, feeling a little dead inside. There’s a head-splitting ringing in your ears that makes your vision spin — almost as if someone has just hammered you over the head. “He just wanted to go over the essay we turned in last week.”

“Cheer up,” she pats your shoulder awkwardly, your hand falling back to her side. “We’re going to work on our paintings this afternoon in Studio B. You should come too, if you’re not busy.”

“Yeah, okay.” The corners of your lips hurt, but you continue smiling.

Your body moves on autopilot for the rest of the day — your feet two lead weights you drag across the floor to your next class. The only thing you look forward to is your lunch date with Mina. You’re so down that you don’t mind spending an extra ten bucks on sweets because you’re in serious need of a pick-me-up.

The café you usually study in is packed; tables all around you are taken up by the MacBooks of students. You manage to find a seat in the very back, next to a lady in her seventies feeding her Chihuahua the crumbs of her cookie. There is not much elbow room, but Mina somehow manages to fit the tray of Danish pastries and her plate of Black Forest cake on the small table.

She doesn’t waste a second — her fork attacking the desserts like a woman possessed.

“You aren’t getting that?” she mouths around a bite of Spandauer.

Your phone buzzes four more times on the table, a selfie of Hoseok with his older sister's dog you’ve set as your lockscreen staring up at you.

'Two Missed Calls from Hoseok' your phone alerts you, making your roommate raise an inquisitive eyebrow in your direction.

You choose to ignore both the call and the look she aims at you, your face schooled in a mask of nonchalance. “Hm? It can wait. I’d rather spend my time with you.”

“How sweet,” she says, not without her suspicions. “It's fine, you can answer. It might be important, you never know... And please.” She rolls her eyes. "Don't say that when it’s never stopped you before.”

“Ha ha," you say drily, cursing how she's able to see right through you. "Is it so hard to believe it when I say I would rather talk to you? It's been a while since we've spent time together.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you would rather be sucking Hoseok’s meat stick. Not that I blame you… I’d suck that dry if I could. Not that I would since you’re dating him but y’know. I’m getting pretty desperate... I’m this close to letting Dandruff Dan take me on a date. Don’t look at me like that! You don’t know what it’s like, okay? My vagina hasn’t had any action in so long, it’s starting to feel dusty.”

Next to you, an old lady splutters into her coffee cup, shocked no doubt by the vulgarity of today’s youth. One look at the scandalized expression carved on her face and you don’t know whether to laugh or to feel embarrassed. A nervous, strangled giggle leaves your mouth before you can stop it, earning you another glare. You’re thankful at least Mina has the decency to mouth her apology while handing the elderly woman a stack of paper napkins.

“I’d love for her to have a chat with my gran,” Mina says under her breath after making sure the white-haired woman could no longer overhear your discussion. “She used to be a groupie and followed rock stars around from city to city. If you knew the stuff she did… Makes pornos look tame. Ah, I really miss her… She’d be so disappointed in me if she knew I haven’t had dick in over six months...”

She takes another bite of cake, looking thoughtful. "Are you sure Jimin isn't down to mingle?"

"Dunno..." You twirl your stripped straw around your smoothie, refusing to think about Jimin. Jimin makes you think of Hoseok, and Hoseok is a problem you can't bring yourself to solve. "Haven't seen him around much lately."

You've never interacted much before, but now that you're giving Hoseok the silent treatment, you're hell bent on avoiding any of his friends as well.

"What's going on? I can tell something's up. You've been biting your straw non-stop since we sat down and just look at your nails." You look down, finally taking notice of the tragic state of your nails, uneven with chips of fading blue nail polish still coloring your thumbs. "And it's not like you to blow off Hoseok twice in a row like that."

"Just, you know... Stupid stuff."

"It's not stupid if it's bothering you. You can tell me what's wrong, if you want. I'm not the best at giving advice, but I don't like seeing you like," she waves a hand around at your face, "this. You look like…”

“Death came knocking at your door this morning," she supplies with a grimace. "Jesus, when was the last time you took a shower? Seriously… What's bothering you so much? Is it Hoseok? Did you guys finally have a fight?"

"Finally? What is that supposed to mean?”

"Well, yeah. It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

"Wait, what? You aren’t surprised?”

“Honestly?” Hesitation crosses her features as she mulls over her words. The beat of silence speaks volumes and gives you your answer before she finally speaks again. “Not really. What happened exactly?"

"I found some weird pictures on his phone. This girl he's been talking to sends him semi-nudes."

Mina shoots you an apologetic look. “I’ve always thought relationships built on sex don’t last long. Don’t take offense, okay? But all you two do is fuck. Any of your interactions involve getting each other off some way or another. I’m not saying that he should take you out to a fancy restaurant or anything, but... Do you guys even talk? What do you guys even do?”

“We do talk!” You’re quick to argue, used to defending yourself from accusations. “We text each other and we call each other when we can. Both of us are really busy right now, that’s why we haven’t been able to spend time with each other as much as I would’ve liked...”

“Okay...” She smiles, unconvinced. “And what do you guys talk about exactly?”

“Just, like...normal, mundane stuff. How our day went, what we’re having for dinner. But we’ve never argued before this...”

“So...superficial talk. You could have the same conversations with anyone else, am I right? And what do you even know about him? What’s his favorite color?”

“We don’t have to know everything about each other,” you argue. “We just started dating! You can’t expect us to know every single, little thing about each other. And, besides, I don’t know much about you, either, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t close. Knowing or not knowing his favorite color shouldn’t be a reason enough to be with him or not.”

“It was an example, gosh. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t see what’s changed between now and the time you guys were just casually fucking. Like, cool, he calls you his girlfriend now, but what does it matter if he’s off wetting his dick whenever you’re too busy to let him come by.”

“I don’t know about that. He did say that he didn’t get with her since he started dating me... I shouldn’t care about who he’s been with before that.”

“You actually believe that excuse?” Mina lets out an unattractive snort. Stabbing a fork into her slice of chocolate cake with more force than necessary, she scoops out a huge mouthful that she somehow manages to swallow in one bite. “Honey, he could at least try to sound a little more convincing. He got that straight from a 'How to be a fuckboy' manual.”

"Hoseok isn't like his friends," you insist, stubbornly.

"Sure, sure. Take off your rose covered lenses for a second and hear me out. Birds of a feather flock together. Even if he's not as bad as his fuckboy posse, he can't be squeaky clean either. He and his friends name themselves the Pussy Terminators... Not only is that cringe as fuck, it's also a quite telling."

"I think Hoseok mentioned Jimin was the one who came up with that..." you add as an afterthought.

"That's not the point here! The point is, those types of guys are good for a fuck, and that's it. I'm glad things were working well with Hoseok, but I also don't want you to get hurt. So talk it out, listen to what he has to say, but don't let him play you like the naive freshman he might think you are."

She takes one of your hands between her own, “Don’t let him step all over you, okay? I know you like him a lot, but I can see how stressed out and miserable you look.”

You chew on your bottom lip, mulling over her words in silence. While she does have a point, you want to give Hoseok the benefit of the doubt, even if you aren’t sure if he deserves it.

The dilemma that rages inside your heart but be readable on your face, for Mina squeezes your hand in comfort. “Go home, take a hot shower. You’ll feel a lot better, trust me.”

It turns out that Mina is right about at least one thing. The hot shower does wonders for the crick in your neck, and you feel like a different person now that your hair is clean and the thin layer of grime has been scrubbed off your body. A hot shower is not a miracle solution for all of your problems, but it’s one step in the right direction.

Feeling rejuvenated in clean clothes, you head on over to the art studio to advance on your semester paint project with a spring in your step. Painting always helps your clear your mind — once you get in the zone, no one and nothing can distract you.

The scaled down frame forces you to focus on the tiniest details, invisible to the untrained eye. With meticulous brush strokes, streaks of golden brown start to fill in the stenciled field. Every measured stroke is thought out and calculated; your hand is steady, your breath synced to each subtle movement of the paintbrush that glides across the smooth surface of the canvas.

Any of your previous worries are pushed to the back of your mind, out of sight. You don’t even notice when Joo and Lin eventually leave the studio, too immersed in the task at hand. The sun shifts in the sky, casting shadows that make it impossible to continue your work.

It's when you finally set down the tool in your hand that you begin to register your immediate surroundings. The hands of the clock hung up on the wall indicate how much time has slipped by and, distantly, you tell yourself that you should hurry on home if you want to catch the first few minutes of the TV show you've been into lately.

However, instead of heading back home, you stare blankly at your unfinished painting. Intense dislike twists your insides and you have to fight down a scowl.

The bright, warm hues of your painting are meant to reflect inner peace and happiness, but one glance tells you that the mix of colors look startlingly wrong. The blue of the sky is too icy, the golden field of wheat grim and inhospitable. You feel nothing when you stare at it, and that vacancy in your chest leaves you feeling bitter.

Nothing in your life seems to be working out right now.

You have no idea how to repair what’s been broken or where to even begin. Mina’s right, you think, you are miserable. Being with Hoseok had only been a temporary bliss, but it wasn’t a solution to all of your existing problems. While the rest of your life slowly spiraled out of control, you found refuge in his touch and his whispered words of reassurance.

A quiet knocking at the door breaks your concentration. Speak of the devil and he shall appear... Somehow, you know who it is before the door even opens. Call it intuition.

The thick wooden door slides open, and the face of the person you've been avoiding appears. Your heart stops, and, for a second, you think you’ve mistaken a dream for reality.

Hoseok is dressed in sweats and the university jersey, his hair pushed back beneath his snapback. Being familiar with his schedule, you suspect he’s come straight from practice. The dance studio he trains in is situated on the other side of campus, and judging by how sweat still clings to his brow, his face glowing with a sheen of perspiration, you surmise he must've rushed here right away.

No one makes a move. Time is suspended — seconds seem to stretch into minutes in front of your very eyes. Beneath this silence, there's a tension that lingers in the air, an awkwardness that was never present before.

"Hey." Hoseok has his hands buried deep in his pockets. He tries to sound casual, like nothing is out of the ordinary.

It only confirms everything you've been thinking about for the last few days. The two of you tend to ignore the problem in the hopes that it will fade and disappear by itself. Still — he's here now, isn't he? That has to mean something.

"Hi," you say back, but even to your own ears, the greeting sounds contrived. You wonder how long you’ll keep on dancing around the elephant in the room.

As much as you would rather not have this conversation, you know that you can’t keep running away from confrontation forever. This is why your relationship isn’t working in the first place; because the both of you have been turning a blind eye whenever any kind of problem arises.

Now that you've acknowledge that there's an issue, will you really keep on ignoring it? How can you possibly keep pretending that all is okay when you feel the weight of all that was left unsaid pressing down on your shoulders?

Hoseok must feel it, too.

“Can we talk about this now? Or are you still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you,” you clarify with a sigh, setting down your palette.

To this he raises a brow, evidently not convinced, “Well, how else am I supposed to interpret all the missed calls and unanswered messages? Would you have even talked to me if I hadn’t come here and sought you out?” Although he’s trying to stay levelheaded about this and speak calmly, you can detect traces of frustration slowly seeping into his speech. "If Kook hadn't told me where to find you, I wouldn't even be having this conversation with you right now."

He leans his weight against the doorframe, his head tipping back as he lets out a frustrated exhale. The column of his neck is exposed to your stare, making it easy to spot the fading pink bruise you had left him near his chiseled jaw. "I don't blame you, if you are. But we should be talking this out, yeah? You never gave me the chance to explain the other night. Well— " He pauses, chewing his bottom lip as he measures his next words carefully. "That night, I didn't tell you everything so...I can understand why you would misunderstand. I don't know if I'm too late but I'd like to explain myself now."

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you I needed some space, but I needed time to think about...us.” A beat passes as you gather your thoughts. You’re thankful he doesn’t jump to conclusions right away and gives you the time to speak free of interruptions. "

“Did you work it out?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“Good. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us — especially about this. Yuna? She means nothing to me. Not even — we never… I’ve never hooked up with anyone else since we started being together. I know I don’t have the perfect reputation, so I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me, but I’ve never cheated on you.”

“Hoseok, who is she?” The silent accusation is loud enough for him to flinch.

His tongue swipes over his dry lips. You expect him to give you a roundabout, vague answer that will only add fuel to the sparking fire.

After a moment of silent debate, he inhales deeply, choosing to stick to the truth. “We hooked up a few times over Christmas break before New Year’s. I thought we were on the same page, that those few times didn’t mean anything but good fun, and for a while Yuna didn’t do anything to make me think otherwise. Sometimes, one night stands think that they’re something more and it’ll complicate things, but Yuna was always chill."

Hoseok notices your expression and continues, "But ever since we started dating, I don’t know what’s gotten into her… No matter how many times I tell her I’m not interested, I can’t shake her off. There’s not much I can do but ignore her messages and leave her calls unanswered...”

“So…you’re telling me that she’s the one making passes at you? And that you can’t do anything but reject her over and over again…” Saying it out loud makes his explanation all the less believable.

“I know. I know it sounds like a weak ass argument. God, I’m sorry, you deserve better," he berates himself, the corners of his lips pulling into a frown. "I wish that I could tell her to fuck off for good.”

“Then why can’t you? Isn’t this harassment? You have to tell her to stop! This isn’t okay, and I’m not just saying this because I’m dating you, or because I’m jealous or want you to myself or—” You inhale deeply, catching your breath before you continue, "This isn’t okay, Hoseok. If a guy kept sending me dick pics even when I clearly told him I wasn’t interested—"

“I know," he cuts off your rambling with an exasperated sigh. "I know and I try to avoid her when I can, I do, but she’s in the fucking Mayday Showcase. If she was any other fuck, I would set her straight, but I don’t want to pick a fight right now. Our teamwork already sucks as it is… The showcase means too much; I can’t let myself screw it up.”

“You’re not the one screwing anything up. If this is true, she shouldn’t be acting this unprofessional in the first place.”

“Yeah, but it’s also my fault for not following the rules. We’re not supposed to fool around with anyone on our team for this exact reason. I should've known something like this would happen.”

“So what? You’re going to let her come onto you until the year is over? How in the world does that help your teamwork?” You cross your arms, lips pursed in displeasure.

“What else am I supposed to do? Jun even told me to deal with it on my own. ‘Keep your side fucks in line’ is what he said. Crude, but he has a point. It’s my fault, right? As the saying goes, I've made my bed so now I have to lie in it."

“Jun’s a dumbass…" Shaking your head, you don't know who you're more annoyed with — Jun for giving the world's shittiest advice or Hoseok for accepting his words without protest. "No wonder the teamwork is shit, when you have him as your captain. Maybe you should take it up with your dance instructor instead. Surely they’ll intervene, right?”

“So they can, what, pull Yuna from the showcase? And mess with the dance formations? We’ve been practicing this for months, it’s not something so easily changeable. If that happens, it’ll take more effort to adjust and rearrange the choreo. Dance comes first, it always has. It’s all I have, you know? It's all I’m good at. If I lose this chance, then there won’t be anything left for me to do.” He trails off, his eyes fixing a stain on the wall with feigned interest. He tries to mask his discomfort but you can see right through his act. It's not often Hoseok divulges his inner thoughts and insecurities; he probably feels embarrassed and regrets speaking too much.

A pause laden with tension follows, filling the empty void between the two of you, as you try to make sense of what he said. You're momentarily at a loss for words. Normally, you would provide gentle words of encouragement, but this time they get stuck in your throat. You still don't know whether or not to buy his explanation. It would be so easy to give him the benefit of the doubt and just go back to how things were in the past...

"Don’t get me wrong." The silence is finally broken with an awkward cough. "I don't care about Yuna; I don’t even consider her a friend. But I can deal with it. It’s a major pain in the ass, but I can deal with it."

You nod, not sure who he's trying to convince — you or himself. What is that even supposed to mean? Is he doing you a favor by letting this girl send him pictures of her in various states of undress? Mina’s words of warning ring through your head again, reminding you not to let him take you for a fool.

“I… I just don’t understand why you couldn’t have told me this earlier,” is what you say about a bout of silence. “Why did you have to hide this from me? Don’t you think this is just a little bit important?”

“I guess I… It sounds dumb, but I didn’t want to ruin things between us. Things are stressful as fuck right now, but when I’m with you, I forget about all that for a while. For the short amount of time I get to spend with you, things become easier to swallow. No deadlines, no practice, no drama. But I don’t want to make up some lame excuse. It was wrong, I know I should’ve told you right away and I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“Alright.” The curt reply is all you can manage. Talking has only made you more frustrated. So you’re just a stress reliever to him? That’s what he’s getting at right… What are you supposed to make of that? Does he expect you to be grateful?

The residual anger hasn’t washed away yet, and you feel the traces linger.

“So, we good?"

"Are we?” You’re tired of brushing things under the rug. “I don't think we've ever been good... I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and talking to Mina helped me straighten my thoughts out.”

Your heart feels like it’s about to burst from the confines of your chest. You can feel the thrum of your pulse in your throat. Hands curling into fists at your side, you try to steel yourself.

“I...I thi— I think it's best if we break up."

“y/n…”

“What we have isn’t a relationship—”

“Is that what Mina said?” He scoffs, slightly mocking.

“It’s what everyone is saying!” You throw your hands up, your pent up anger exploding.

“And since when do they matter? They don’t know anything about us.” The exasperated look he shoots you only irritates you further.

“But are they wrong?”

“Okay, fine." He huffs, his brows pulling into a frown. He continues the next sentence in the same heated breath, "Maybe things aren’t ideal between us. Maybe we aren’t perfect together. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the poster child for any 21st century romance. But since when are relationships supposed to be a smooth sailing? Throw those ideals out the window. The stuff you read about in books doesn’t exist."

The look of frustration he pins you with roots you to the spot. You can't remember the last time he's gotten so worked up over something. Pushing himself off the wall, he stalks over to you, closing the distance in three long strides.

"But you know what’s real?" Hoseok doesn't wait for your answer, "I don’t need other people telling me how I should feel. I know what’s real.”

For the first time since you've met him, the words aimed at you are harsh and scathing. It feels like he’s digging an accusatory finger up against your chest even though he isn’t touching you at all.

“How you feel?" You can't keep the incredulity out of your tone. Scoffing, you cross your arms in the hopes that you won’t waver. You need to be strong, you remind yourself.

"Please don’t try to convince me to stay when you don’t even love me. Do you — Do you even like me?"

"Do I even—? That's not the issue. Of course I like you.” He looks horribly affronted by your underlying suggestion, the crease between his brows deepening. A wounded expression falls over his face then, and he suddenly avoids your gaze. “But I— You’re right... I don’t know if what I feel is love. But at least I can say that I’m trying. Are you really going to run away at the first sign of trouble? I don't know much, but I don't think that's how relationships work."

“You always claim that you’re not the ideal boyfriend, but I’m not perfect either… I’m selfish, and I want a lot more than I lead on.” Your cheeks burn scarlet as you toy with the hem of your sweater, trying to distract yourself from the embarrassment that comes with your admission. It’s the first time you’ve been so honest, and, honestly, it makes your stomach turn. “I’ve never liked someone like you, I’ve never… I’ve never liked someone as much as you, either. But I feel like I’m investing a lot of myself in a relationship that isn’t going to work out. And as much as I want to be with you, I’m scared that I’m going to end up with the short end of the stick.”

Hoseok repeats your name, one of his hands tentatively reaching up to cup your jaw. His eyes don’t leave yours, like he’s trying to silently communicate the feelings he’s unable to voice out. You fix the tall bridge of his nose instead, then his pink lips — anything but the chocolate brown of his eyes. You’re afraid you’ll end up projecting your own feelings...and the last thing you want is to interpret his look for something else. You don’t need the false hope.

“I’m really sorry,” he whispers, thumb stroking your chin, your lips. “You’ve always deserved better. If you’re selfish then what am I?”

When his lips meet yours, your eyes have already fluttered closed in anticipation. If you gasp into his mouth, he’s quick to swallow down the sound before it can reach his ears.

Your hands fist the collar of his shirt, pulling him down closer to match your height. Greedily, you drink him in. His mouth tastes like the familiar, sweet flavor of Wrigley’s juicy fruit gum and the bittersweet taste of finality. You realize then how much you have missed him — his touch, the scent of his cologne that clings to his clothes like fabric softener, the way his lips work against yours with the intent of pulling you apart from the very seams.

"Ah, fuck," he curses under his breath when you nip the underside of his jaw, your tongue soothing over the mark with kittenish licks. You reach to pull off your pink hoodie, discarding it somewhere on the floor. The thin tank top you have on underneath draws attention to your cleavage which Hoseok can’t resist venerating with his gaze.

The art studio isn't a private space. On the contrary, anyone is free to walk in unannounced just like Hoseok had moments ago. But like every single one of your risky encounters in the past, this knowledge only fuels your arousal. The desire that sparks within you whenever he's around always wins out.

One day, your kinks will surely get you arrested, you think self-deprecatingly. Arrested or kicked out of school. The thought barely forms in your mind before Hoseok tilts your head to deepen the kiss, wiping out your train of thought. His lips dull your senses — or rather they make him your sole focus. Whenever you’re with him, you don’t realize how severe your tunnel vision is. Lost in the moment, all you can do is concentrate on the way he gently cradles your jaw between his palms. Heat blooms inside of your chest with every swipe of his tongue against yours until you can’t remember anything but his name.

Hoseok seems to sense your urgency; he reciprocates your advances, his grip tightening around your waist as he backs you up against the window. Your back hits the cold surface with a thud. A throbbing heat spreads at once, your body reacting to his like it’s been conditioned to do so, but the pain doesn't have time to register, not when he presses himself against you and you find yourself sandwiched between the glass panel and his toned body.

He pulls back and levels you with a heated look, "You want it here?"

Your breaths mingle as he rests his forehead against yours while waiting for your verbal assent. With the way his arms cage you in his hold, you find it impossible to look away from the expression of lust that paints his face in bold streaks. It's like ripping off a Band-Aid, you think to yourself, convinced that it'll hurt less if you just fuck him out of your system for good. Hoseok interprets your silence for uncertainty so he adds quietly, "You can always say no. It's okay."

"I want this." Your answer spills from your swollen lips, too quickly for your liking, revealing your desire for the man in front of you. Having nothing left to hide, you decide to drop all prior pretences. "I always want you."

It's a truth you don't like to admit but can't bring yourself to deny. How can you pretend any differently? You've always been too honest about your intentions and your feelings, ignoring the warnings from your sister to never wear your heart on your sleeve. Although you understand the need to protect yourself from heartbreak and disappointment, you would rather experience that then live through a cycle of regrets and 'What If's'.

Hoseok's features soften at your admission, his thumbs hooking themselves in the loops of your jeans. Silently, he draws you closer still, your bodies perfectly intertwined, like two puzzle pieces slotting to make a match. Only a few layers of clothing separate you from him — you're so close you swear you can feel the drumming of his heart against your right breast.

From this close, you can't help but notice how the fire in his eyes is now smoldering rather than scorching. Sometimes the heat of his passion is so intense you feel like you'll combust into a mess of flames and smoke. If Hoseok is the sun, you are the fool who can't resist singeing her wings. But this way, it's bearable, you think to yourself, his darkened gaze making you slowly melt into a puddle instead.

"You're so good to me." His breath grazes your skin, his eyelashes fluttering as he stares you down. A thumb traces the curvature of your bottom lip like a sculptor admiring a finished masterpiece. "My good girl."

The words sear through you, no longer providing the comfort they used to. But the ache they leave in their wake is momentary, your mind refusing to dwell on the painful feeling.

Hoseok’s ministrations help distract you. Deft fingers inch under your shirt, caressing your supple flesh as gently as a bamboo brush sets ink to paper. The drag of his digits across the canvas of your skin is feather-light, almost hesitant, and you suspect this is Hoseok's way of making sure you truly want this as much as he does before going any further.

When you don't immediately back out or push him away, he pulls your top down far enough to expose your bra-clad chest, and cups your breasts over the last strip of fabric until you’re moaning against his mouth. The skimpy lace material leaves you vulnerable to his every ministratio — the soft squeezes of his hands on your mounds and the heel of his palm rubbing into you to provide delicious friction — and you can confidently affirm that no other man knows how to get you as riled up as he does. Hoseok is so familiar with your body that he could probably find each of your weak spots blindfolded. He uses this knowledge to his advantage, immediately honing his attention on your sensitive nipples, his thumb dragging over the lace covered buds until they're stiff and aching.

"A-ah, Hobi please..." Your tongue molds the words with familiarity, so used to begging for him.

"I know you enjoy that. Are you getting wet for me? Hmm, not yet?" He pinches you through the lace, the fabric chaffing your sore nipples. Your body jolts, breasts bouncing in his hands as he continues to play with your swollen buds. You have to swallow down your moan, unable to articulate the traitorous thoughts running through your mind. The longer this pleasurable torture continues, the more your body yearns for more. Still, you refuse to give in completely, wanting to test how long Hoseok could hold back.

Whenever you played this particular waiting game, victory had never been on your side. Not because Hoseok was unaffected — but because your desperation eventually became too much to tolerate.

But expressing your desire through lidded eyes is a challenge; Hoseok chooses that moment to trace the slope of your neck with his lips, his head now buried in the crook of your neck, hidden from you. You tug the hairs at the nape of his neck, trying to make eye contact again but he doesn’t let you steer him away from his goal.

Hoseok presses each kiss onto your skin slowly, with purpose, as if you had all the time in the world to indulge in each other.

Why is he acting like this right now? Your teeth catch your lip in their hold out of sheer frustration. Each delicate print of his lips on your body reminds you of what you can't have, and your heart aches, heavy in your chest. The soft material of his jersey crinkles under your grip as you try to keep yourself upright and composed. You hate it, the way he his tender touch sparks something inside of you, chipping away at your resolve.

Over his shoulder, the clock on the wall catches your attention, and your spine straightens as reality sinks in.

"Hoseok," you tug insistently at the collar of his shirt in your attempt to remind him you were both short on time.

"Mmm, be patient." His teeth nip your ear lobe to accentuate his command.

"But we don't have—"

"If you want me inside your cunt, I want you nice and wet for me. Wait a little longer, okay? Be good." His sickly sweet smile is a hoax; it tells you right away that he's taking the utmost delight in making you squirm in his hold. Upon noticing the glare you sport, the corner of his lips quirk into a smug smirk, confirming your suspicions.

Patience is not your strong suit. On normal days, Hoseok is usually kind enough to cut to the chase, but for some unexplainable reason, he seems to want to draw this out.

Slow sex is welcome on lazy Sunday mornings, under the cover of thin sheets, in the privacy of your room. It's not convenient nor desired when you are running late for afternoon lectures, and even less so when the place you're trying to get it on is an empty classroom anyone is free to walk into. Of all the locations for a quick romp, it had to be the fucking art studio…

You know that if you want him to fast-forward the maddening pace he's set you need to lead the game. Hoseok knows your body inside out — but the same could be said for you; you know what makes him tick, what gets him unbearably hot under the collar, which cards to use to get his heart pounding.

Jutting your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, you lower your voice into a sultry purr "B-but I'm dripping already." You almost tack on the word 'Daddy' for good measure, but you aren’t in the mood to play that game today. You don’t want him to be sweet or caring; you don’t want to trust him blindly anymore. All you want is to wash him out of your system as painlessly as possible.

If Hoseok doesn't react verbally to your confession, you don't let that deter you. The rigid muscles under your clutch tell you that you've hit your mark.

“It’s not the same without you,” you continue, lust making you shameless. “I need you.”

You’re scared to acknowledge how much truth there is to these words. Deep down, you know they’re spot on, but you refuse to acknowledge it. You don’t want to be dependent on him, not for your pleasure nor anything else.

Thankfully, Hoseok doesn’t let you linger on those thoughts for too long. He unbuttons your jeans and slides them down your legs, pulling your underwear along with the denim. Material barriers now gone, a breeze of cool air caresses your exposed skin.

“You’re right,” he smirks, thumbing over the incriminating wet patch on your panties. You can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed about it, too impatient to get it on. One of his hands reaches past the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls out his hardened member, the thickness making your mouth go dry with desire.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders as he picks you up by the meat of your thighs, the prints of his fingertips digging into your skin. You loop your arms around his neck like a lifeline; breath caught in your throat as he positions your hips over his erection.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, feeling the head stretch out your walls as he pushes himself in inch by inch. You’re lubricated enough so that it isn’t painful, but there’s no dismissing the way his girth slowly works you open. However, the uncomfortable sensation quickly melts away and leaves room for pleasure.

The week you haven’t been with him feels like a month, and your body is eager to make up for lost time.

“God,” he moans, brow creased, evidently as affected as you. His nostrils flare, muscles in his neck tensing, and he shudders when you clench around him without warning. Sweat drips down the side of his face, the tiny beads of perspiration making his skin glisten under the late afternoon sun. Your eyes drink this sight in, subconsciously trying to commit every minute detail of his face to memory.

His hands keep you pinned against the wall as he works his hips against yours in careful strokes. You can feel the delicious drag of his cock inside of you as he pushes in and out, your body adjusting to the gentle rocking. He buries his head in the hollow of your neck, mouthing at the spots he knows make your knees buckle.

"Always feels good with you." You almost miss the way he murmurs the praise against your shoulder blades. It's delivered so quietly, you can barely hear it over the hammering in your chest and the roaring in your ears, and you wonder if he means for it to reach you. The words aren’t said for an added kick or for show, you realize.

"I want it d-deeper."

He's already giving it to you so good; the fluidity of his movements, the way he angles his hips into yours and keeps your legs hoisted up around his middle — all of it a lethal combination intended to make you scream out his name. But desperation claws at you — you need more, need the pleasure to numb all other distracting thoughts. You want to overindulge until you’re so full from pleasure that you’ll never need to come back for seconds.

"Yeah? No one can give it to you like me. You love it when I fuck you out," he rasps, the sound rough around the edges. A whine leaves your parted lips when he lifts you back down onto unsteady feet. His hands slip down to your waist, keeping you stable as he turns you around so that your back faces him. “Turn around for me. That’s good, yeah—right against the window.”

Wobbling only slightly, you brace yourself against the windowpane, the position all too familiar. Except now, when you look down, you can see a swarm of students below, some walking to their next class, others sprawled across the freshly mowed lawn as they try to bathe in the last rays of afternoon sunshine. From the fourth floor window, you’re capable of distinguishing their faces if you squint, so you’re sure that if they happen to look up, they’ll be able to spot you, too. Even though the glass panel only exposes your face and the peak of your cleavage, you know any student who catches a glimpse at you whilst in the throes of passion won’t be duped into thinking otherwise.

Eyes blown to comically wide proportions, your pulse kick-starts at the thought of someone observing you from below. Your breaths come out in short pants, and you can physically feel shivers run down your spine. Hoseok’s hand is steady on your waist, grounding you.

“If you want to stop at any time, just tell me, okay?”

“Just go,” you gasp, breath fogging up the window.

Hoseok heeds your words of advice, not wasting any additional time as he lines up his slick shaft along your weeping entrance. When he pushes into you, your mouth parts to let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure. It’s only now that he’s stretching you out that you realize how much you’ve missed this, craved this.

With one hand groping your left breast and the other tight on your hip, he fucks up into you, his hips slamming into yours from behind. He quickly abandons the slow, languid pace from before, his thrusts now rough, fueled by the need to reach his end.

The lewd sounds that echo in the studio could alert anybody standing outside the door of what you’re doing. You wonder who is most likely to find out what you’re up to — a person walking by in the hallway or a student down below. With the way he’s fucking you, there’s no way of knowing.

It’s a miracle no one’s caught on yet. Not that you would have noticed them. Every piston of his hips makes your skin flush, perspiration making your shirt stick to your torso. His cock feels so good inside you — like it was meant for you — and you have a hard time controlling your facial expressions, your arousal evident with each mewl of pleasure to spill from your lips.

“Is it wrong that I want them to see?” Hoseok breathes into the shell of your eat, the hot air making you shiver. Your mind ruses to supply the image his words conjure up and you can’t stop yourself from clenching down on his hard cock. “I want them to know that I own this pussy. They’ll take one look at us and know they’d never compare.”

His words make you tip your head back and you’re weak to resist the way his tongue finds your own, fucking your mouth to match the steady rhythm of his hips. It doesn’t take long for you to fall apart on his twitching cock, not when he knows how to please you so well. Hoseok’s pace falters as he feels your walls try to milk his cock. He ruts into you, swiveling his hips as far as he can go, his fingers bruising against your skin. He chokes your name between grunts before emptying his seed inside of you in thick spurts.

When your beating hard slows down enough for it to be bearable, your fingers twitch against their position on the wall, yearning to reach down and keep Hoseok inside of you. He pulls out almost too soon for your liking, leaving you truly empty with only traces of semen running down your inner thighs.

It’s ironic...or maybe it’s fate, you think to yourself as you pull up your jeans, skin sticky with sweat and bodily fluids.

You and Hoseok have finally come full circle, it seems. You started your relationship with Hoseok with sex and you ended it the same way. A relationship built on sex isn’t meant to last long.

“I’ll see you around?” Hoseok says awkwardly. It’s strange seeing him at a loss. With you, he’s always taken the lead, so self-assured and experienced. The timid, unsure image of him in front of you makes you soften and grant him a small smile.

“Of course,” you humor, knowing the words are said for formality’s sake. Now that you aren’t dating or having sex, there’s no reason to bump into each other. Your classes aren’t on the same side of campus and you run with different circle of friends.

Hoseok opens his mouth to say more but ends up swallowing his thoughts and keeping them to himself. You know the feeling. No matter what you try to tell yourself, you know that it won’t be that easy to move on — for you or for him. It’s only a matter of time before both of you somehow find a way back to each other.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, the figure leaning against the oak tree readjusts his cap, dark eyes never leaving the window where your figure was pressed up just moments ago.

#i accidentally queued this for jan 1st 11 pm OTL #sorry for the slight delay !!! happy new year's !!!!!!#hoseok scenario #bts smut #bts scenarios #hoseok smut #junghope #hoseok #jungkook #series #kpop smut #kpop scenarios

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walks-the-ages · 2 years ago

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Okay okay okay.

There is.

A lot. To unpack here, considering I found this in the Adrien salt tag.

On rechecking the post this seems to be yet another of Tumbler's useless search function glitches, so pardon the aggression, I have had a long day at work and I am not going to deal with the misogynistic bullcrap migrating from Reddit and YouTube to Tumblr.

Marinette's actions are not more egregious, and Adrien's actions are not him simply being ""pushy"" as the show as clearly, deliberately put those words into your mouth, (because that's literally how the writers operate they used the word "pushy" in the show exactly because they knew fans would watch onto it as a downplaying word to describe his actions as not actually being a big deal!)

Adrien is sexually harassing Marinette. No if ands or buts about it: he is harassing her.

He is not being pushy, he is harassing her.

Deliberately. He knows exactly what he is doing because he has acknowledged it, out loud, multiple times! He is fully aware that he's been flirting with "Maribug" against her will since S2's Gladiator, which he verbalizes out loud in Glaciator and most recently Glaciator 2.0, a full two seasons later, where every episode is filled with him flirting with her. Trying to kiss her against her will, and treating her like shit when she once again has to turn him down because he has once again asked her out on a date when he knows 100% that she hasn't wanted him to treat her like this for TWO FULL SEASONS!

Did I mention he also lies to other people about them being in a relationship and even does so right in front of her, despite knowing how much it upsets her? (copycat! Prime queen! Oblivio! Glaciator 2.0! And beyond! And everywhere in between!)

You claim that "the show itself condemns Adrien's actions" because Marinette turns him down, and I am sorry, but I literally do not understand how you can be getting that message from the show simply because Marinette is forced to turn him down literally hundreds of times now--

Adrien being turned down over and over and over and looking sad and tragic as he does so while every single writing and music cue tells you to be on his side is not the show ""condemning his actions"" lol, it's literally there to make you feel sorry for him and want Marinette to just give in and give him a chance

We know this because Felix! Because Glaciator 2.0! We know this directly from the words of the creators themselves! We know this from every single scene in every single episode where he harasses Marinette for the 6000th time and we're supposed to think his actions are romantic! We're supposed to think that Marinette is leading him on!

You literally cannot watch this show and say in good faith that you honestly believe the show condemns his actions, because at this point you're straight up lying or trolling, and directly stealing phrases from people like me, who criticize Adrien's actions and more specifically how horrifically the writers are winning in their very obvious goal of normalizing and romanticizing sexual harassment and incel behavior aimed at a target audience of young girls, because Adrien Stan's have done this dozens of times and it's laughably, hilariously bad how much they fail to understand the words they are trying to use.

The show is not condemning Adrien's actions in any way shape or form.

We're not supposed to be embarrassed or humiliated on his behalf when he flirts with "Maribug" the way we are when Marinette sneaks into Adrien's room, we're supposed to be rooting for him. This is literally in the text.

Adrien's behavior is not being "condemned" by the show when he can spend an entire episode treating Marinette like complete and utter shit (Glaciator, frozen, more), or deliberately sabotaging her attempts to save her parents lives, resulting in his friend and classmate Marinette dying while he doesn't bat an eye (Weredad)

because he was too busy trying to kiss Maribug against her will while she singlehandedly fought an Akuma to save her parents from dying horribly (Weredad!) Only for the episode to always, always, always end with Maribug having to tell Adrichat just how great and irreplaceable and fantastic and respectful a friend and hero he is, completely ignoring and erasing everything he's done the entire episode, up to and including trying to murder her (Ladybug!)

Also, literally no one who points out that what Adrien is doing is sexual harassment has ever cheered Adrien on for his horrific actions in Multiplication, literally where on earth are you getting that? Because I'd love to see literally any kind of proof, because this is yet another game that Adrien Stan's love to play-- the straw man.

Literally every single person who criticizes Adrien's behavior as Chat Noir has been upset but not surprised by Adrien's actions in Multiplication, and the only "cheering" going on is for the fact that his actions in this episode have now finally changed the minds of a large part of the fanbase that was in denial about his actions being wrong-- getting to see him trying to kiss Marinette against her will, over and over and over again, including after having Alya physically restraining Marinette so she couldn't run away?

That's been the final fucking nail in the coffin for even some of the most die-hard Adrien Stan's, because they can't pretend anymore that he didn't know he was in the wrong for treating Ladybug the way he did as Chat Noir, not after seeing him deliberately and repeatedly violate Marinette 's very clear boundaries while they're both civilians, not after watching Alya physically restraining Marinette so she can't get away from his unwanted, terrifying advances--

And did I mention that even just the fact that Alya is there, physically restraining Marinette is literally just to draw the fandom's ire in her direction instead of Adrien?

Because the writers literally do not want you to see anything wrong with his behavior.

The fact that you can barely acknowledge Adrien's behavior as being in the wrong -- even while you downplay it as "him being pushy" the way the writers literally planend for? -- Literally the only reason you can even see that is because other people pointed it out first, often enough and with enough real world experience that people couldn't look past the Adrien-Is-Perfect-Colored-Glasses the show wants you to see in.

Marinette's actions are bad, yeah, but there's a world of difference in between how the show treats her actions and how Adrien is treated. You want to see actual examples of the show actually condemning a character 's behavior?

Go rewatch Chat Blanc, and watch how Marinette using her powers to "sneak into Adrien's room to sniff his pillow" literally results in her being brutally murdered by her boyfriend and the entire world coming to an end to traumatize a Marinette from another timeline specifically to punish her for using her powers for personal gain,

Vs "Lies" where it's revealed that for the entire course of the show, Adrien has been using his powers for his own personal gain, going around town as Chat Noir, mooching off of Le Grand Paris for free food and drink long enough that Chat Noir and the baetender are on familiar terms and Adrien a has a "usual" order-- oh, and did I mention Adrien deliberately tries to akumatize multiple people in this episode, because he doesn't care who gets hurt, as long as it's in his pursuit of the object of his affection? He literally stands there and gleefully hopes that Chloe will abuse Sabrina (you know, his friend? Supposedly? Someone he cares about?) into a breakdown and get akumatized, and when that doesn't work, deliberately tries to get Mr. ramier akumatized ?

Do you remember that? Because I do!

Or how about when Adrien decided he didn't feel like turning up to akuma battles anymore, forcing Marinette to constantly fetch temporary heroes and leaving the city undefended while she did so, and this was played for his sympathy and to make us feel sorry for him and angry at her for "abandoning him"?

Hmm? Any of this ring a bell?

And no, I'm not reading any of the bullshit screenshots from the cesspool that is Reddit ML, because just from skimming I know it's just a cesspool of misogyny and trying to reverse the narrative of Adrien action's towards Marinette by calling her a "perfect Golden Child" and coming up with bullshit about Kuro Neko lol.

So yeah pardon the clear anger but I am not dealing with this bullshit here, especially when this is in the Adrien salt tag. If you want to see actual examples from the show of each character's flaws you can search my or @rjalker 's blogs for "Actual Marinette Salt" and Adrien salt.

I can promise you literally no one on Tumblr has ever cheered for Adrien to "be more pushy" in Multiplication.

What I find interesting about “Maribug salt” is that the majority of people that criticise Maribug (9/10 female) will also criticise Chat Noir’s pushiness, but they focus more on Mari’s “infractions” for mainly two reasons:

Maribug’s actions are far more egregious than Chat’s (don’t get me wrong the pushiness is bad and the writers should have dropped it in season 1, but what she does is literally criminal irl);

The show itself condems CN’s actions towards LB. She turns him down, pushes him away, trows him, physically trows him into a garbage bin! But when it come to Maribug being possessive of him even if they’re not dating, stealing his phone, breaking into his house (multiple times) and sniffing his pillow, stalking him (no one should know the schedule spanning three years for someone they barely know especially without their knowledge), going around with an agenda with said schedule plus other personal information, having his position tracked (shanghai special), etc… The show never acknowledges nor frames any of this behaviour as wrong. They portray it as “cute”, “quirky”, “romantic” or even “normal” (even the creator claims it’s normal for teenage girls do to such things when they have a crush). But imagine if roles were reversed with Adrien doing the same things to her. Yeah, that wouldn’t fly, and rightfully so!

From what I’ve seen from people that criticise Maribug (and some of them are fans of her) these two are the biggest reasons. They don’t hate “her” per se, what they mostly dislike/hate is how she was written and her actions framed by the narrative. Most just wished her character got better writing.

In the end, both characters do wrong things at times and I think it’s fair to criticise them both when the writers have them do dodgy stuff. Being CN flirting with LB after she told him to cut it out, or Maribug obssessing over Adrien.

What is actually fascinating is how Adrien keep trying to kiss Marinette in “Multiplication”, despite her being visibly uncomfortable, was hailed by the same people who criticised and called Chat Noir the worst things under the sun for doing the same thing with LB. Some even cheering the action on and saying he should “keep pushing”. Honestly, I find it confusing, bordering on hypocritical (at least be consistent!), but that is another topic.

Finally, here’s some comments I found while looking into this, plus some choice posts from a few threads (x, x) created by Marinette fans in search of answers:

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Much ado in Britain about Prince Harry and an American bride

By Karla Adam and William Booth, Washington Post, November 25, 2017

LONDON--Merry olde England has had a glum run of news. The divorce from the European Union is going badly--a lot of fuss about alimony. There’s been a “sex pest” scandal in Parliament. And the British pound is getting pounded.

So, as if on cue, the flash story this week was the feverish speculation about exactly when--never if--Prince Harry and the American actress Meghan Markle would finally announce their engagement to wed.

The only thing better than royal babies are royal weddings--but one must precede the other. Of course, the most momentous royal news of all is also on the horizon, another life event, this one sad yet inevitable. Queen Elizabeth II turned 91 years old in April, God save her.

On Friday, the tabloids went a little nuts. The Sun ran a salivating headline claiming that a Harry and Markle engagement announcement was “imminent.”

The Daily Mail was more specific. They had a date and time. On Friday, it tweeted, “Prince Harry and Meghan Markle rumoured to be announcing their engagement at 5pm TODAY.”

Today came and went. No matter.

If you’ve missed your latest copy of Hello magazine, Markle is a 36-year-old actress, born and raised in California, best known for playing Rachel Zane in the well-liked New York legal drama “Suits,” which is filmed in Toronto.

It’s rumored that she will quit her acting career and will continue her charitable work. She is a global ambassador for World Vision Canada.

The 33-year-old ginger-bearded Harry is fifth in line to the British throne. (He will be bumped to sixth place after his brother Prince William and Kate Middleton welcome their third child in the spring.) With modern medical science being what is--and the Tower of London now a tourist attraction versus a gallows--Harry’s chances of sitting on the big chair are virtually nil.

Still, Harry is one of the most popular royals, said to have inherited his mother Princess Diana’s mischievous side, as well as her common touch.

The last time an American married into the royal family, Britain was plunged into a constitutional crisis. In 1936, King Edward VIII abdicated the throne to marry the American socialite and divorcée Wallis Simpson.

There are no hard and fast rules for royal engagements, but perhaps William and Kate can offer us clues as to how it might be done this time.

William and Kate were engaged after a lengthy courtship. The tabloids called her “Waity Katie.”

Palace officials announced their engagement at 11 a.m. on a Tuesday--on Nov. 16, 2010, to be exact. Kate pronounced William “a true romantic” and said he popped the question on an African safari to view wildlife. The couple held a “photocall” event with the world’s media and then gave a sit-down interview to a broadcaster, which was aired later in the day. They were married five months later.

Rumors of an engagement between Harry and Markle have been swirling for some time.

In November 2016, Prince Harry revealed he was dating the actress when--in a remarkable statement from Kensington Palace--he blasted the press for subjecting Markle to a “wave of abuse and harassment.”

The palace condemned “the smear on the front page of a national newspaper, the racial undertones of comment pieces, and the outright sexism and racism of social media trolls and web article comments.”

Markle’s mother is African American, and her father is white.

Her relationship with Harry has been a source of intense media speculation ever since the statement. And along the way, royal watchers wondered if the couple wasn’t dropping clues that there was a wedding in the offing.

In April, Markle ended her lifestyle blog, The Tig, after three years.

“Something to tell us?” queried the Daily Mail.

The same newspaper reported that the couple had tea with the queen last month, sparking rumors that they were seeking her majesty’s blessing.

Apparently the meeting went well--a good thing, too. Under ancient rules, the monarch has the right to refuse a royal marriage.

The duo made their first public appearance together in September at the Invictus Games, a sporting event for disabled veterans founded by Harry. They held hands, they kissed, they canoodled--they were snapped alongside Markle’s mother, Doria Ragland.

Markle has been living in Toronto, where “Suits” is filmed. However, there are rumors she has left the show and is planning on relocating to London, where she could move into Harry’s two-bedroom cottage on the grounds of Kensington Palace.

“Has Harry pupped the question?” ran the front-page headline in the Sun, Britain’s best-selling newspaper, making a very tabloid-esque pun after stories appeared that Markle was moving her dogs to London. The paper said that “BBC staff had been primed” to expect an announcement.

“What DO they know?” asked the Daily Mail on its front page, noting that a British bookmaker stopped accepting bets on Harry popping the question this year.

Markle has spoken about their relationship in prescient and hopeful terms.

“We’re in love,” she told Vanity Fair magazine. “I’m sure there will be a time when we will have to come forward and present ourselves and have stories to tell, but I hope what people will understand is that this is our time. This is for us. It’s part of what makes it so special, that it’s just ours. But we’re happy. Personally, I love a great love story.”

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December 2019 Wellness Horoscopes Are Here FTW

Your December 2019 wellness horoscopes are prepared, and so they’re in it to win it.

With Mercury direct, fortunate Jupiter kicking off a brand new yearlong stint, a photo voltaic eclipse new moon, AND one of the best day of the yr for many indicators, December can be a fantastically benevolent month. All throughout vacation season, no much less! So fire up some mulled wine, cozy up by the fireplace, and get to astrohacking along with your December 2019 wellness horoscopes—the final of the yr and decade. As at all times, try each your solar and rising ‘scopes. I hope you enjoy reading as much I love writing. Happy holidays, and I’ll see you on the opposite aspect!

December 2019 Wellness Horoscopes

SAGITTARIUS (NOVEMBER 22-DECEMBER 21)

Happy Sag season! Luckily for you, your birthday present this yr ahead possible comes as a well-earned monetary windfall. Jupiter, your ruling planet, enters money-minded Capricorn on December 2, the place it’ll keep via mid-December 2020. Perhaps you’ve been placing in lengthy hours on the workplace solely to discover ways to get by with much less. But this frugality lastly sees indicators of an finish. (Until then, take food-budgeting suggestions from a HUM RD’s $50 weekly grocery haul.) Keep tabs on the times surrounding December 15, when Jupiter aligns with Uranus, one other terrific facet regarding your hard-earned dollars. But wait—there’s yet one more date to star! Following the photo voltaic eclipse new moon on Christmas, Jupiter’s alignment with the solar on December 27 signifies a stellar new alternative to brilliantly rework your work/cash sitch. Chandler voice: Could there *be* a greater time this yr for you Archers? I feel not.

CAPRICORN (DECEMBER 22-JANUARY 19)

Sagittarians might need it good this month, however Caps are about to kick off their best yr in over a decade. (I informed you final month you’re in for one thing particular!) You’ll really feel an preliminary uptick when Jupiter (luck, journey) enters your signal on December 2. At first, issues may transfer too slowly on your liking. However, shake up your routine and mindset to get in sync with Jupiter’s feel-good groove. Want to be proactive? Swap any lingering resentments for gratitude as a substitute. The latter can increase your emotional capability whereas giving your hardworking mind some essential relaxation. Then circle December 14-15 as a great time to socialize. You could even meet a possible suitor this weekend, or maybe over vacation break. Alternatively, your present relationship may flourish. Or, you’ll get a burst of creativity to channel into a brand new initiative of your selection. Finally, the solar and Jupiter align in your signal on December 27. Use this uncommon, benefic facet to overcome your best targets with hardy Cap tenacity.

AQUARIUS (JANUARY 20-FEBRUARY 18)

This month, almost half the planets will lay low in your 12th home of privateness and instinct. Translation: Go incognito and carve out some additional me time. Most folks prep for and enact 2020 resolutions solely come January 1. But Aquarians will profit from utilizing all of December to guage what works and what doesn’t. Feel stress brewing? Work out any lingering ickiness with at-home self-massage instruments. You may also soothe your senses in a heat soak with a DIY tub bomb. Your reflections could shift gears, nevertheless, as you’re smack dab in the course of Mars in your 10th home of achievements. Long-awaited profession information is more likely to come across the final third of the month, so get your get together hat primed and prepared. Come the intermediate vacation week, you need to be able to spill the beans on a giant secret or companion up for an thrilling new challenge.

PISCES (FEBRUARY 19-MARCH 20)

Feeling such as you’ve been combating towards the tide since early summer season? Rejoice, candy Fishes, as your ruling planet of Neptune is lastly direct. Trust that your relationships and initiatives will go extra *swimmingly* from December ahead. From the get-go, your 11th home of sociability is lit up just like the brightest Christmas tree on the block. Jupiter will keep right here via 2020; you’re more likely to make new, lasting friendships that can broaden your visions and assist your goals. Next, household and residential reign supreme round December 11’s full moon. Follow therapist-approved tricks to keep away from potential battle, excellent for the vacation season and all yr spherical. Stay out and about for the week/finish that follows, when Uranus in Taurus mingles with Jupiter in Capricorn. The theme: joyous information and/or recent begins with siblings, journey, or profitable initiatives.

ARIES (MARCH 21-APRIL 19)

Last month, you yearned for a increase. This month, you’re set to nab it when Uranus syncs with Jupiter in your 10th home of achievements. Jupiter in Capricorn on December 2 (for the following yr onwards) will heat profession and cash issues up. Also circle December 13, 19, and 22 for work wins. However, December 25’s photo voltaic eclipse new moon will actually set issues ablaze. The planets will work most potently from Xmas via New Year’s. Not on vacay that week? Then Ram-p up your skilled prowess. On one other word, Jupiter in your ninth home of journey offers a contented go-ahead for journeys from December 11 via 18. Protect towards dropping temps with dietary supplements for winter, and beat dehydrating airplane circumstances by ingesting water and moisturizing prefer it’s your J-O-B. Finally, by December 27—the luckiest day of the yr for many indicators—focus in your companion in the event you’re coupled up. As for my fellow singletons? Venture out to a gathering or on one other getaway; you may simply meet your subsequent S/O.

TAURUS (APRIL 20-MAY 20)

Feel such as you’ve been trudging via muck and mire for the previous two months? In spite of any pitfalls or ache factors, you’ve possible constructed up stealthy psychological armor and established perception. Alas, issues ought to loosen up by December Eight, when Mercury retroshade in your reverse signal of Scorpio says TTFN. Jupiter in Capricorn commingles with Uranus in your signal on December 15, a uncommon assembly of those two planets. From December 12 via 20, you’ll be capable of sufficiently shake off any guilt journeys and wonky dynamics which were cramping your model. Cue: “Bulls on Parade” à la Rage Against the (Qi-Draining) Machine. Furthermore, keep watch over constructive developments associated to worldwide issues, increased training, and media. Next, December 25’s photo voltaic eclipse new moon will actually get the ball rolling in beforehand stifling conditions. Last however not least, Venus (your ruler) in Capricorn suggests flirty enjoyable for single Taureans via December 19, notably over the primary weekend of the month. (P.S. Have you learn up on the legit well being advantages of being single?) Boo’ed up Bulls may also count on a leg up in love.

GEMINI (MAY 21-JUNE 20)

Twinnies, get able to hit the jackpot. Jupiter in Capricorn in your eighth home of different folks’s cash—is it simply me or do you additionally love how that sounds?—signifies an impending windfall from non-salary sources via 2020. Whether the origin’s a aspect hustle, inheritance, or plain dumb luck, make like (pre-breakdown, pre-“awakened”) fellow Gemini Kanye West and say welcome to the nice life. Additionally, Uranus and Jupiter collab in your skilled favor round December 15, guaranteeing you’ll earn what you’re price. December 25 and 27 are different bankroll-beneficial dates. Money apart, December 11’s full moon will tug at your heartstrings. And Uranus (surprises) nudges Mercury (your ruler + communication) on December 30, indicating you’ll uncover or obtain one thing pleasantly surprising. Gems, it’ll be a heavenly month, as long as you don’t succumb to self-sabotage through negativity and poor wellness habits. Since Twins rule the nervous system, get your thoughts proper by meditating, journaling, or via calming respiratory workout routines.

CANCER (JUNE 21-JULY 22)

Relationships (love, enterprise) haven’t been strong for a lot of Cancerians this yr. However, you’ll lastly catch a break round December 15. A handful of planets will collect in your seventh home of partnerships, which the photo voltaic eclipse new moon will totally catalyze at Christmas. While the photo voltaic eclipse in Cancer on July 16 was possible bitter, this one ought to be candy as pie. Coupled-up Crabs may see marriage on the horizon, whereas singles profit from Mars in Scorpio in your fifth home of enjoyable and romance. Cancers are pure homebodies, however the planets counsel operating the vacation get together circuit. Pre-party, enhance your vanity à la the Queen of Confidence. After, comply with these starlet-approved vacation wellness tricks to keep wholesome. Final notes: Watch out for unearthed secrets and techniques (maybe even your personal) across the December 11 full moon. Also, take into account placing your pinchers away if an event doesn’t actually warrant retaliation.

LEO (JULY 23-AUGUST 22)

Leos begin the month glad as a clam following November’s new moon in our fifth home of enjoyable and love. Harness the sunshine of the Sun (our ruler), particularly over December 7-Eight. The alignment between Neptune and Venus suggests you attend or host a glittering occasion for the ages. However, by December 11, Neptune’s angle with the total moon could set off alerts in your bank card assertion. Beware of defective or—possible for luxury-loving Lions—jaw-dropping prices. Next, Mars in Scorpio in your fourth home of house/household all month suggests spatial revamps or internet hosting your kin. December 13, 19, and 22 are all cosmically authorized dates for such. On one other word, by mid-month, restructure your method to work to make it each satisfying and sustainable. Finally, with Jupiter settling into your sixth home of exercises and wellness, it’s prime time to jumpstart a new-you routine. December 25’s photo voltaic eclipse new moon energizes you into motion. Given the month’s potential monetary hiccups, chances are you’ll wish to avoid wasting cash by understanding at house. Otherwise, in the event you’re a (budget-averse) studio hopper like yours actually, take inspo from HUM’s Lagree Megaformer problem. Additionally, ebook any MD appointments you’ve put by the wayside.

VIRGO (AUGUST 23-SEPTEMBER 22)

TBH, I’m nonetheless apologetic for delivering your Wonder Bread model of a wellness horoscope final month. (Though in normal Virgo trend, a co-worker did take pleasure in hers from a practicality standpoint…) Anyway, I hope I’ll redeem myself by letting that December will deliver you close to planetary perfection! Six heavenly our bodies will congregate in fellow earth signal Capricorn, notably in your fifth home of real love. (Spoiler alert: The new yr brings the zodiac’s greatest amorous features to your signal.) While you’re usually in your head, your perspective will shift extra to your coronary heart. You can begin to make deliberate energetic shifts by practising yogic coronary heart openers. My ideas embrace backbends similar to bridge pose, bow pose, and upward-facing canine through chaturanga—all of which nonetheless present the grounding you want and crave. Additionally, you’re more likely to expertise profession good points on the times main as much as and following the December 11 full moon. Virgos, overlook enterprise as traditional. Ride this cosmic goodness to shake issues up and let others acknowledge and admire you at your fullest potential.

LIBRA (SEPTEMBER 23-OCTOBER 22)

Jupiter in Capricorn nestles into your fourth home of house and household from December 2 onwards. Read: Take care to spruce up your house. First, you may obtain Libran spatial concord through feng shui. Additionally, Venus (your ruler + magnificence) stays within the fourth home via December 19, so improve or refine your decor by then. Otherwise, hold a watch out for too-good-to-be-true actual property offers. Your dream dwelling may await, particularly come the December 27 photo voltaic eclipse new moon. Yes, your pockets could take successful, because it most likely did final month as effectively. Instead of wallowing in purchaser’s regret, reframe these bills as worthy investments. In reality, long-term technique and fast decision-making are the themes for this month. You is perhaps using a monetary rollercoaster, however by the brand new yr, you’ll be higher located to relax and loosen up in higher, brighter environment.

SCORPIO (OCTOBER 23-NOVEMBER 21)

Open, lively communication can be the secret beginning December 2. You’ll be at your greatest in the event you harness the present of gab. Once you begin to communicate up extra, you’ll discover that conditions and relationships will work in your favor. Be direct and actual like I do know you Scorpions can. However, within the phrases of RHONY’s Dorinda Medley, make it good. Willful Mars in your signal generally is a catalyst for aggression, however as a substitute, attempt transferring that power into extra tender ardour. (In reality, research counsel that kindness, amongst different issues, can induce pleasure by producing oxytocin and activating your mind’s reward facilities.) In phrases of affection, whisper candy nothings in your S/O’s ear on December three when macho Mars warms as much as coy Venus. You may also plan for a enjoyable outing or romantic getaway on December 13. Finally, be careful for the gold-star day of December 27. The Sun, by nature ruling your 10th home of honors, occurs to align brilliantly with Jupiter, by nature ruling your second home of earnings. Read: A piece/cash win may very well be imminent.

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