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clarktooncrossing · 1 year ago

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Giraffe's Eye View: Christmas Specials Special (2023) | A Christmas Special: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost is nipping at your nose. Mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again. All the dogs in the neighborhood somehow learned to bark Jingle Bells in sync. Yet retail workers are still more annoyed with Mariah Carey. Snow is getting shoveled, tossed, and formed into sentient beings leading parades without permits. It makes for an excellent distraction as the Krampus abducts children for bad behavior. Fruitcake is exchanged only to find its permanent home in the garbage. Terrorists have hijacked the Holiday office party right before your boss can give you a Jelly of the Month Club membership as your bonus. And of course, the Turducken has returned to wreak its fiery vengeance upon an unsuspecting world! If all this doesn’t put you in the Christmas spirit, perhaps these following Holiday specials will!

Greetings people of today and robots of tomorrow! It is I, Santa Clark, your geeky giraffe friend with a deep love of Christmas! My obsession for the yuletide is rivaled only by Maleficent’s hatred for it, which is saying a lot considering she once teamed up with Mad Madam Mim to kidnap the literal Spirit of Christmas. Yes, that really happened. I know this due to my annual pilgrimage to the Island of Misfit Specials, home to obscure or nerdy festive media ranging from movies, TV episodes, and comics. It’s no easy journey. Constantly I find myself confronted by sinister snowmen, genocidal gingerbread men, and worst of all, crappy commercials. Getting stabbed in the foot by a candy-cane wielding cookie is one thing, but I swear I’ve seen that ad for Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium more times than I’ve seen Miracle on 34th Street! Sometimes at night I catch myself reciting that jingle. Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium: Where Christmas meets Convenience! Huh, maybe Maleficent had a point.

Nah, my deep-rooted appreciation for this time of year can weather even the most moronic marketing! It helps that most of the merry media I’ve seen have put me in the perfect Holiday mood! Examples include the time a Ninja Turtle found himself trapped in a truck full of stollen toys, a drunk department store Santa stumbling onto a wish-granting magic bag, Big Bird nearly becoming a popsicle, Gwenpool waking up in a world where Galactus took the place of jolly ol’ Saint Nicholas, a terrifying tree stump trying to slaughter some saps over a stupid ship war, and the year when Death gave the Little Match Girl the greatest gift of all. Needless to say, I thought I had seen it all. That is, until I took my friends on a trip to the Island, tasking them to find me new, strange, seasonal specials to review! Some of them were fair, finding me festive favorites as comforting as coco in front of the fireplace. Others were fiendish, wanting to feed off my misery like Gremlins after midnight. Regardless of how naughty or nice my companions were, I’ve compiled all of their suggestions into a makeshift advent calendar! So stay tuned everyday until Christmas to see how badly my buddies can shred what little sanity I have left.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my buddies gave to me...

I am a geek. Yes, surprising innit? There’s a lot of dorky information about various things that live in my head rent free. Miraculous Ladybug is not one of them. My only exposure to this show has been the copious amount of fanart littering deviantART, otherwise I have no absolutely no connection to it. So naturally you can imagine my confusion when my companion Fluffy (xXFluffyPachirisuXx) asked me to check out the episode A Christmas Special: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. The confusion only grew after reading that title. Were the writers being paid by word? Did they think fans would be confused if it was simply called A Miraculous Ladybug Christmas? Why not go the extra mile by adding ‘Dawn of Justice’ or ‘Giant Monsters All-Out Attack’? I don’t know and I don’t care, for this title is très magnifique! Seriously, somebody give these peeps an award just for how ridiculously long that is! No kidding, this is actually how it’s listed on Netflix. Disney+ had the common sense to shorten it to Santa Claws, a more fitting name as you’ll soon see. Just a reminder, I’ve never seen any other Ladybug adventures before, so forgive me if I get a few details wrong.

We open with the titular Ladybug in her civilian identity Marinette (Cristina Valenzuela), passing out treats in her parents’ bakery while singing one of five subpar songs sprinkled throughout this episode. The first one is about Marionette's secret love for her friend Adrien (Bryce Papenbrook), her hidden desires on par with the title in terms of subtlety. Or at least, I presume that’s what she’s singing about. Much like a majority of the dialogue, it’s delivered so quickly that I barely have any time to register what was said. Was The Flash the vocal coach on this production? My only guess as to why everyone’s reads are so rapid is due to this show being Parisian, meaning they have to dub everything in English later. With French being the fast-paced language that it is, it’s no wonder all the characters are speaking at sixty syllables per second. I’ll have to go to a hospital when this is over due to how badly I suffered whiplash.

Time to slow down is given when we are introduced to Adrien, having a notably less joyeux noel at home. His mom has recently passed away and his dad is too busy sulking in his office to mourn alongside his son. Realizing he’d rather not spend Christmas Eve alone in a mansion, Adrien activates a Sailor Moon transformation, becoming Cat Noir to spend Christmas Eve alone outside. Personally I would’ve just put on Die Hard, especially if it meant I didn’t have to go out in that skin-tight supersuit. People say Black Cat’s costume is senseless, but at least hers doesn’t come a pointless tail in the back. Bad guys must stomp on that thing all the time! It’s impressive how impractical this kid’s suit is. My mocking remarks can be applied to Mary’s form-fitting ladybug onesie too, having switched into it to find her runaway romantic interest. She finds him soon enough, having calmed down long enough to befriend a mysterious mall Santa. Aw, that’s nice. Ladybug proceeds to pummel the crap outta the old man. Our hero, folks! She assumes the jolly stranger is secretly under the control of their enemy, Hawkmoth (Keith Silverstein), Adrien protesting that wasn’t the case. Ironically, it’s only after Bugbutt assaults this kindly elder that he’s mutated into a monster by the aforementioned fiend.

Gotta give Hawkmoth credit, his corrupted Claus looks more like the Grinch than Illumination’s iteration did. Now it’s up to the combined might of Cat and Bug to stop Santa Claws before he does something evil or something. All he ends up doing is riding around repeating the same song before having his reindeer eat some spoiled millennial’s presents. That twisted bastard! His sled can fly, yet the story goes nowhere, that being the major issue I have here.

Plot points are presented, then never given any proper conclusion. Mary gives Adrien a gift, he never tells her thank you. Adrien runs away, returning with some stranger dressed like Père Noël and everybody’s apparently cool with it. Hawkmoth corrupts the Claus, it’s fixed almost immediately. All that time spent coming up with that confusing title couldn’t have been spent streamlining the story? I know you folks only have eighteen-minutes but ease up on the gas please! Twenty-second Christmas commercials have better pacing, most of them delivering payoffs to whatever stories they started. Having said all that, there are aspects I liked. The characters themselves seem likable, I dig the idea of setting a superhero series in Paris since not a lot take place outside the States, and the animation style I thought would be awkward actually worked well for the action sequences. Overall this wasn’t bad, but it didn’t miraculously turn me into a fan. Maybe what I need are some different teenagers with attitude.

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elcycyromem · 23 days ago

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woops i saw a giraffe and turned into the ostrich next to it. woops i saw a sunset on the savana and turned into an antelope. woops i ate some grass and turned into a hawk flying above. woops i got struck down by gods lightning because.multuple miraculous transformations in a short period of time is against the rules

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justagalwhowrites · 2 years ago

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Lavender - Ch. 48

You, Joel and Ellie make a home for yourselves in Jackson. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-47 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 4.2K

Summer, 2024

“You swear I’m not going to sink,” Ellie looked skeptical, waist deep in the lake.

“I promise you’re not gonna sink,” Joel said, smiling a little. “I’ll be right here, not gonna let you drown, Kiddo.”

“So I just, what, fall and the water catches me or what?” She asked. “Because that sounds like bullshit.”

“Come out a little deeper,” Joel stepped back a bit and Ellie hesitated before she obeyed. He arranged himself beside her, one arm behind her back and the other low in the water to help bring her legs up. “Alright, stick one leg straight out and lean back….” She winced as she did it. “Right, now the other one, too. Don’t worry, not gonna let you drown.”

You watched as she rose to floating on her back, her face scrunched tight for a moment before she smiled, eyes opening.

“I’m doing it!” She yelled. “Doc, look!”

“I’m looking!” You shaded your eyes with the book you’d been reading, watching from the shore. “You’re doing great!”

“See?” Joel smiled, standing up straight again, hands on his hips. “Don’t need me out here at all.”

You watched as he showed her how to move her arms and legs while on her back, then helped her move to her front, sweeping her arms forward and pulling herself through the water.

“I can swim!” She called to you. “I can fucking swim!”

You smiled at Joel and he smiled back at you, both of you loving the chance to have Ellie be a child for a change.

Jackson had been good for her. You were all still settling into it in a way. It was strange to think that, a year ago, Ellie hadn’t met Joel and you and Joel were avoiding each other like the plague. Now, you all lived under one roof, together as a family.

You’d overhauled Ellie’s room first. It was girlie, far too girlie for a girl like Ellie. She thought about what she wanted and sheepishly came into the living room one afternoon with a notebook in her hands when you were reading, your head on Joel’s lap.

“Is this dumb?” She asked, holding the notebook out.

“Almost definitely not but let me look,” you said, setting your book on your stomach and taking the notebook from her. It was a mural of the stars, an astronaut floating in space with the Earth a swirl behind them and the long neck of a giraffe reaching into the stars. “In what universe is this dumb? This is awesome!”

“Yeah?” She smiled, leaning over the notebook. “See, I did the astronaut with the kind of space suit that Sally Ride used…”

“Brilliant,” you said. “Let’s do it!”

“Fuck yeah,” she smiled.

Joel made it a point to look for paint when out on patrol and it didn’t take long before you had everything you needed to make it happen. You showed Ellie how to work with the larger space, sketching out the mural in quadrants at first and then starting to paint. It took a few days to finish, the two of you working together on it. She painted the last star, you holding the step stool so she could reach high enough. She came back down and looked up at it, proud, before yelling through the house.

“Joel!” She called. “It’s done! You gotta come see!”

He came in, a dish towel over his shoulder, soap suds still on his wrists.

“Well this is damn impressive,” he said.

“Right?” Ellie said. “It’s like I’m a real artist!”

“You are a real artist,” you smiled at her. “You made something. It’s art. You’re an artist, kid.”

“Hell yeah I am,” she smiled up at the mural. Joel pressed a kiss into your forehead and smiled. When your eyes met his, you knew you were thinking the same thing: Any sacrifice was worth this.

She was a little prickly about school at first. You waited more than a week to start her there, spending most of the time with the three of you piled together on the couch, either watching movies on the TV and VCR in the living room that - miraculously - still worked or playing board games. The family who lived in this house before had a decent stash in the basement - Clue, Monopoly, Scrabble, even something called Settlers of Catan that neither you or Joel had ever heard of but quickly became Ellie’s favorite.

The three of you seemed to do best when you were close together. It reminded you, again, of what it was like coming to the QZ with Andrew. You’d thought you were better prepared for it this time - and maybe you were - but it did little to ease the worry that rose in you when Joel left the house to pick up food or Ellie went to shower and was out of your sight for more than a few minutes. The nauseating, hot ball of anxiety seemed constantly primed and ready to fill your stomach. You saw it in them, too. In the tension of Ellie’s jaw when Joel left the house, the relief on both of their faces when you came back into the room after taking a shower.

But you needed to integrate yourselves into life here. Your leg was already doing better, Joel’s side was healing well. The two of you needed to start contributing and Ellie needed to start school again. The teacher in you was vaguely horrified at the kind of learning loss she must have had over the past few months on the road. And she needed to spend time with kids her own age, not the two middle-aged adults who had been her only real human contact for months.

“But you’re a teacher!” Ellie protested when you sat her down to talk about it. “If I really need to learn shit that bad, why can’t you just teach me?”

“Because I’m not the person who should teach you things like English or history,” you replied. “And you need to spend time with kids your own age.”

“Fuck kids my own age!” She crossed her arms and flopped herself back in her chair at the kitchen table, staring daggers out the window panes in the back door.

“Ellie,” Joel scolded lightly. “C’mon. You know she’s right. You need to have a life…”

“I do,” she said. “There’s plenty of shit to do in the house and if I run out of shit in here, I can go in the yard.”

“We can ease into it,” you ignored her protests. “Tomorrow, we can go to the mess hall for meals, talk a bit with some other people…”

“I don’t trust other people,” Ellie’s eyes darted to you and Joel before looking back outside.

“Baby girl,” Joel said gently, leaning onto the table. “You really think we’d send you somewhere that was bad for you? Somewhere you’d get hurt?”

She glared at you both for a second before she sighed.

“No.”

“We’re here for a reason,” he said. “You can have a normal life here. School here ain’t like what it is in the QZ. Give it a shot.”

“Besides,” you said when she was quiet for a moment. “We’re going to start working soon and you’ll just be in here, by yourself all day. That’s not good for you.”

She looked at both of you for a moment, her jaw set firm.

“Fine,” she muttered eventually. “But if it’s stupid as fuck I’m blaming you.”

It only took her a week and a half to admit she liked school. She’d made friends, including a girl named Dina she seemed particularly excited about. She liked her teachers (“Way better than in the fuckin’ QZ - no offense, Doc.”) and seemed to be excited about what she was learning.

“Thank fuck we got a kid who’s excited about school,” Joel sighed one morning after Ellie all but ran out the front door with barely a “good morning” on the way past. “Really wasn’t lookin’ forward to her fightin’ us on it every step of the way.”

“She’ll find something else to fight us on, I’m sure,” you smiled at him over your cup of tea. He smiled a little back and kissed your temple before going to get dressed for the day. You savored it for a moment, the small signs of a quiet, domestic life. You hadn’t realized just how badly you wanted that life. It was like you’d been afraid of wishing for anything quite that much because, in the QZ, when you thought Joel hated you, it was so far out of reach it would only bring you pain to want it.

You had it here.

After a few weeks of working at the clinic, your leg was healed but you were feeling restless. You’d never been able to get a call out to Andrew to tell him that you made it here. Every little kid you saw in town reminded you of Elizabeth and Jonah and how much you wished they could grow up in a place like this. There wasn’t a day that went by in the clinic where you almost talked to Andrew out of sheer force of habit. You were providing medical care, Andrew should be there. That’s how it worked.

“I need to make a trip to the radio tower.”

You said it simply one evening, when Tommy and Maria were over for dinner.

“Absolutely not,” Joel said immediately.

“For a change, I agree with Joel,” Maria said. “We have a strict policy here for a reason…”

“Why d’you need to go?” Tommy frowned. You smiled a little at him. Of course he’d be the only one here who was maybe on your side.

“I just need to make one call,” you said. “To Andrew, let him know we made it OK.”

“It’s too dangerous,” Maria shook her head. “We can’t afford giving away our location…”

“I won’t say anything about where we are,” you said. “He knew we were heading out west, anyway. And it’s Andrew, he’d never say anything to anybody about where we were. He’s completely trustworthy, ask Tommy.”

Maria looked to her husband. He shrugged.

“She’s right,” he said. “Knew the guy for years, I’d trust him with my life. And I know damn well he wouldn’t do a damn thing to hurt her.”

Maria sighed.

“Just the one call,” she said. “That’s all?”

“That’s all,” you said. “I swear.”

“Fine,” she said. “But that’s it. You can’t share where we are, nothing like that.”

“Of course,” you said.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Joel snapped.

“Nope,” you smiled. “It’s cute that you think you do, though.”

He quirked his jaw and glared at you but was quiet until the two of you went to bed that night.

“I ain’t takin’ you out there,” his accent was thick. He was pissed. “After everythin’ we did to get this far and you wanna risk it to call back to fuckin’ Boston…”

“I’m not asking you to take me,” you shrugged as you climbed into bed. “You need to stay here with Ellie, we can’t both leave her and we’re not taking her back outside right now.”

He stared at you for a moment.

“Who the fuck is takin’ you then?” He demanded. “I know you ain’t stupid enough try to go out there on your own…”

“Tommy will,” you said. “He already said he would…”

He got into bed next to you.

“Am I supposed to be happy ‘bout that?” He asked.

“No,” you said. “But you should feel good about Tommy taking me since you know he’ll get us there and back in one piece.”

“Can’t say I’m thrilled about the prospect of you traipsin’ through the wilderness with your ex-boyfriend,” he muttered.

“So you don’t trust me because I was fucking him eight years ago?” You asked, brows raised.

“Course I trust you…” He frowned. “Wait, eight years ago?”

“Yeah?” You said. “That’s when he left, right? So, eight years.”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, you split up…”

“Well yeah,” you laughed a little. “But then we kept… well, you know. Did you really not know about this?”

He was deathly silent for a moment. You could practically feel the rage building in him.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill ‘im.”

Joel threw back the blankets and started getting dressed.

“You can’t be serious!” You got up, too, putting yourself between him and the bedroom door. “You are not going to pick a fight with your brother over ancient history…”

“It ain’t ancient history if he was fuckin’ my goddamn wife for four years longer’n I thought,” he was seething. “Fuckin’ hid it from me for years!”

“OK let’s take a breath,” you said, putting your hands gently on his bare chest. “One, you’re going to freak out Ellie. Two, if you go storming over there, you’re going to get us kicked out of town. I had to convince Maria that I wasn’t a succubus who had come to town to steal her husband, she actually likes me now, please don’t ruin that because you’re pissed off over something that happened almost a decade ago.”

“He lied to me,” Joel snapped. “For years. Goddamn years because he knew, he fuckin’ knew he was doin’ something shitty…”

“Joel,” you cut him off. “You hated me then…”

“No,” he shook his head. “Never hated you…”

“You were acting like you hated me which, for anyone watching, is the same damn thing,” you said, crossing your arms. “Did you expect me to sit at home, never sleeping with anyone, waiting for you to come around?”

“No,” his jaw tensed. “I expect my brother to keep his hands off my girl, especially if he’s just gonna be fucking her and not treatin’ her right…”

“We broke up because I couldn’t get over you, you idiot!” You had to try to keep your voice down, which was rare for you. You weren’t much of a yeller. “Not that I’m some kind of prize but you’d already won that one! So no, you’re not going to beat up your damn brother because he was sleeping with me when you wanted nothing to do with me. That’s bullshit. You know that’s bullshit.”

He looked at you, his brown eyes a bit softer.

“You really break up because of me?” He asked, hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“See, I guess Tommy didn’t tell you that either,” you rolled your eyes. “But yeah. I warned him when we got together that I didn’t think I could love anyone who wasn’t you. And I was right. So we split up.”

“Well…” he cupped the back of his neck awkwardly. “That… makes it a bit better…”

You rolled your eyes. Men.

“So can we go to bed instead of having you mess up our entire life because you’re trying to be an asshole?” You asked, brows raised. “Because I’m tired. I’d like to go to bed.”

“Let’s go to bed,” he sighed, pulling you against his broad chest and kissing your forehead.

The two of you got back under the covers and you burrowed into him once he turned out the lights.

“Feeling better?” You asked, your nose buried in his throat.

“Still pissed my brother thought he could get away with fuckin’ my wife for years,” he muttered.

“I’m not your wife,” you said, teasing a little.

“Hm?” He pulled back to look at what he could see of you in the dark.

“I’m not your wife,” you said again. “You keep calling me that but, last time I checked, we weren’t married.”

“Right,” he pulled you back against him. “Just… feel like my wife…”

“Well you feel like my husband,” you yawned into him and pressed closer. “But ball’s in your court on that one, Miller.”

It took him less than two weeks. You’d just finished getting Ellie out the door for school, Joel coming in from an overnight patrol at the same time she was leaving.

“Hey Hon,” you called out to him, taking a sip of tea before starting to wash the pan you’d made hashbrowns in. “I can make you eggs or something if you want, I’m not due at the clinic for another two hours…”

You turned around and there he was, down on one knee. It surprised you so much you jumped. He smiled a little at that.

“I had different plans for this 20 years ago,” he said. “Something involving you’n me at that coffee shop where I first saw you and you ordered one of those lavender lattes you like so much. Then I’d take you to a hotel room with a real big tub we could take full advantage of.”

You had to lean back against the counter to keep from falling over, happy tears already catching on your lashes.

“This ain’t that,” he said. “But it is what you’n me have made and you make it everything, Baby. You do. Wouldn’t be here without you - wouldn’t want to be here without you. Seems like everything good I’ve got I can trace back to you, you’re the best of all of it.”

He reached into a pocket and pulled out a necklace, a purple gemstone with a small diamond above it where the pendant met the delicate gold chain.

“It ain’t a ring,” he said. “But I figure a ring’d be in the way at the clinic, anyway…”

You damn near tackled him, almost falling over in your rush to throw your arms around his neck.

“Didn’t even ask you yet,” you could hear him smiling as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“Sorry,” you said voice thick, still holding onto him. “Ask, I’m listening!”

He laughed.

“Baby, I love you more than I knew it was possible to love another person,” his breath was warm against your neck as he spoke. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You were still clinging to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and let himself fall backwards so he was sitting on the kitchen floor instead of kneeling. He pulled back from you enough to kiss you.

“Good,” he smiled a little. “Because I’m too old to be on my knees that damn long…”

You got married a few weeks later. It was a small affair, just you and Joel with Ellie and Tommy. Maria officiated and you exchanged matching rings Joel made out of scrap metal that he’d polished to shining. You’d never been happier.

You toyed with the pendant, watching your husband and daughter swim, smiling a little. This was all you wanted in Jackson. All you’d ever wanted, really. A life with Joel, one that was quiet and happy, one where there was no specter of death and pain. You sometimes couldn’t believe that you’d found it, in the face of everything, you’d finally gotten here.

“Y’all headin’ back soon?” You turned to see Tommy on horseback, heading back toward Jackson.

“Time is it?” Joel yelled.

“Pushin’ four.”

“Oh shit,” Ellie clumsily maneuvered herself to standing. “I’m supposed to be going to the mess hall with my friends at like 5:30…”

“Mind taking Ellie back?” You asked.

“Course not,” he said, waiting patiently as Ellie dried off and pulled on her sneakers.

“I’ll probably be home late!” She called over her shoulder as she climbed on the back of Tommy’s horse.

“Have fun!” You watched the two of them ride off back toward town, so distracted you didn’t even notice your husband coming out of the lake until he dripped water on your bare leg.

“Should put that book down, Baby,” he said, a look that almost dared you disobey.

“No,” you shook your head, trying not to smile. “Absolutely not, that water has got to be fucking freezing…”

“I’ll keep you warm,” he said, scooping you up off the blanket you were laying on. You shrieked and dropped your book before it got wet, Joel carrying you into the cold water.

“See?” You said, teeth nearly chattering as you wrapped your arms around your waist. “Fucking freezing!”

He tugged you against him and you could feel his hard length through his swim trunks. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went around your waist.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he said again, voice low and wanting this time. You smiled a little at that.

“Oh will you, Mr. Miller?” You asked, the teasing edge to your voice picking up the the needy ache that was rapidly building in you.

“I will, Mrs. Miller,” he traced his fingers along your arm before he kissed you, his wet curls dripping on your wrists.

His kiss deepened, his tongue slipping into your mouth, curving around your own. He moved his hands lower until they were cupping your ass and he lifted you so you could wrap your legs around him. Once you were secure, he brought a hand around to your front, running his fingers over your aching slit through your swimsuit, pressing the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit.

You moaned and he reached down, freeing his cock and nudging your suit to the side, his thick head against your entrance. He pressed into you and you clung to him as he stretched you open, the feel of him easing the painful neediness that burned inside you.

“Fuck Baby,” he kissed the top of your shoulder. “Somethin’ about havin’ you in the water…”

You dug your nails into his skin, not able to help yourself, your breasts pressed flush against him.

“Probably because that’s how you first had me,” you panted, holding him deep inside yourself. “Really wasn’t fair, you making me lose my virginity to the best sex I’d ever have… Ruined me for anyone else, never had a shot.”

“Good,” he said, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass and leveraging you up his cock before bringing you back down on him with a satisfied grunt. “Like you ruined for me…”

He moved you up and down his thick length, starting easy and shifting to hard and fast, each thrust forcing your aching walls apart as he made room for himself inside you, his head meeting the place inside you he’d marked as his own that day in the pool almost 25 years before. Your body was clinging to him, your core so tight that it was bordering on pain and you couldn’t stand to have him pull away from you again. You tightened your legs around his waist when he thrust into you, forcing him to stay deep inside as you started to cum around him.

“Shit, Baby…” he moved his hands from your ass to your lower back, pressing your hips closer so he could push somehow deeper inside you. “Going to…”

You were too lost in your own orgasm to fully understand the implications of what he said. You’d run out of your birth control stash about two months earlier. The two of you had been practicing the pull out method and keeping your fingers crossed. Now, he was emptying himself into you, his cock throbbing as he filled you with his thick, hot spend.

You groaned, savoring the feeling of him coming apart inside you. You’d missed it, missed how close to him you felt when he lost control while part of him was a part of you. It took until both of your orgasms had faded for you to realize what just happened.

“Shit,” you breathed, pulling back from him enough to see his face, his cock still sheathed within you. “Joel, you didn’t pull out…”

“I know,” he was still catching his breath. “Fuck, I didn’t even think about it…”

You pressed your forehead to his, acutely aware of where your bodies were joined. You could feel his spend inside of you, his head right at the mouth of your womb when he came.

“I guess we just keep our fingers crossed,” you sighed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have held onto you like that…”

“Never apologize for doin’ that,” he said, giving you a squeeze. “Felt fuckin’ amazing.”

You laughed once. He was quiet for a minute.

“But would it be that bad if I got you pregnant?” He asked softly.

“Joel,” you almost laughed before you realized he wasn’t joking.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to have kids with,” he said. “Life is good here, people have babies here and they’re happy’n healthy. They have a life. It’d be worth it, here.”

“I’m turning 46 in a few months,” you said. “You’re going to be sixty in a few years…”

“Yeah,” he said. “But our kid - your kid - would be worth it.”

You kissed him, soft and gentle, your heart full.

“Yeah,” you said, your lips brushing his. “Yeah, they would be…”

He trailed his mouth along your jaw as he brought a hand back around to your front, pressing two fingers to your sensitive clit, his softening cock still inside you.

“Fuck, Joel,” you panted. “What…”

“Tryin’ to make you cum again,” he said, voice thick. “Think it takes better if you cum after I leave myself inside you…”

You moaned and pressed your face into his neck, rocking your hips against him, falling apart in the water at your husband’s touch.

A/N: One chapter left to tie up a few more loose ends. I hope everyone is enjoying some lovely Miller family time!

Thank you all so much for being here. I truly can't believe this fic is almost done. It's going to kill me a little to end it (I'm still going to, I don't think I can keep writing without a story to serve) and it feels like I just started writing it a few days ago.

For anyone who enjoys my work in general and not just the characters of Joel and Doc, I did start a new TLOU fic today. It's called Yearling and can be found here. I hope you can find something about it to love!

Thank you for spending your time with me and with Doc and Joel. I can't imagine sharing this story without you all. Love you, truly!

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princess-of-the-corner · 4 months ago

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Once upon a time, the great Chinese seafarer Zheng He returned from one of his voyages with a giraffe, causing surprise, shock, and growing confidence in the administration of the ruling Yongle Emperor for a simple reason: this previously unknown animal was identical to the mythical Qilin, and the admiral just finding one while on a voyage ordered directly by the Emperor could only mean divine approval.

In light of this, I like to imagine that there's no Qilin Miraculous, only a Giraffe one that some members of the Order insist calling the Qilin Miraculous.

Huh. Fascinating

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kari-go · 1 year ago

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Part 2!!

Chris is Caladrius, Lila is Torina, Alya is Inspirit, Juleka is Terreur Noire, Alix is Zebrix, and Rose is Joy.

Anyway, I love how Caladrius looks, exactly like I imagined it. For Inspirit I was trying to make her look a little like a princess ('cuz of the tiara) and a cheerleader('cuz of the power). I am not sure if I really succeeded but the top looks pretty nice but the bottom looks... bare? Maybe I should've given her shoes or something.

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mymiraclebox · 2 years ago

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Parra's bio is now up!

Parra, the Giraffe kwami of Confusion. It can be challenge to make sense of what she's saying, considering that she's usually spouting nonsense or switching between languages. Her goal in life is to not make sense, and she does it well.

#kwamis #kwami oc #oc kwami #kwami #parra #giraffe miraculous #giraffe kwami #kwami of confusion #my art #ml oc

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kari-go · 1 year ago

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OOH so cool!!

About the name, Spott is probably too on the nose so how about Poppy?

OC Giraffe: kari-go

Taking our penultimate spot is @kari-go who's one of two people who helped me in the past before when it comes to oc miraculouses. Their first choices were cat & teleportation, but since those two were already taken, their second choices are giraffe & pocket dimension creation. I will say I did struggle with this one, but nonetheless, I persisted, and here's what I cooked up.

| Kwami | the Giraffe. Miraculous of Dimension, which grants the power of Pocket. Tool is Kubotan. Jewel is Headband. Phrases are "Expand / Condense".

I chose Dimension for it's concept cause it's self-explanatory and as for the power Pocket: when activated, the patches on the holder glow and are actually small pocket dimensions. The holder can also remove these patches and put them down anywhere for others to use. These dimensions are mostly used for storage and have stuff inside from previous holders. I made the tool a kubotan, which is a self-defense keychain weapon, and the only reason I chose it cause I found one that had a giraffe print.

Honestly I can see myself with one of these. As for the name, I leave it up to kari, so until then it's blank.

Four down... One to go... bye bye gremlins.

#like the seeds?#theres plenty of them and they're 'hidden' in a pod #miraculous ladybug #not my au #giraffe miraculous #im not sure if im making sense right now #im tired

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imsparky2002 · 2 months ago

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Miraculous Animal AU: Theatre Class + Ondine

Ayesha the Lion - She's one lighthearted lion. Ayesha is possibly the only one who can outhappy Rose, and you can often find her gleefully roaring about something or other. Ayesha's always on the prowl, looking for ways to cheer people up. She loves cartoons and watches them with Nathaniel and Petra, even if she doesn't do a good job in drawing them. Whenever she gets down, a good pounce will often put her back into happy spirits.

Dot the Groundhog - Dot loves organizing her burrow along with other trinkets her friends find. Her and Sabrina often sniff the air for the smell of new treats. They also collaborate on maintaining track of projects by the other animals. Dot checks for her shadow every day.

Petra the Woodpecker - Petra's one passion in life is pecking. She drills tiny holes into trees to make drawings, and spends hours on each one making sure it's perfect in their eyes. Woody Woodpecker is their favorite cartoon to watch, and they prefer making art with Nathaniel and Ayesha.

Roxie the Rhino - A hot-tempered Rhino who will always debate their farm friends on any subject. Roxie loves charging, grazing and rolling around in the mud. They act as a bodyguard for their smaller friends and can always sniff out trouble. They can't stand untruths, so they usually keep their distance from Lila.

Anthony the Bat - During the day, he can be rather snarky, but at night is when he truly feels alive. He likes flying around the farm with Eri, using his echolocation to find the location of prey. He and the other gothic animals usually listen to records and brood together. He's very affectionate to his mate, Jesse, often snuggling up in his wool.

Eri the Raven - The Avian Queen of Darkness, and one dramatic raven. Eri's known for her loud caw, her theatricality and appreciation for all things macabre. For this bird, every day is Halloween, and she's always up for a scare. Her mom went viral for cawing Shakespeare and she wants to be an animal actor to follow in her footsteps. Eri loves carrying sticks in her beak and flying around with Anthony.

Candace the Gazelle - Candace is the "mom" of her farm, always making sure that everyone's behaving themselves. She's the leader of a cheer squad, with her, Staci and Margo making noises of encouragement for the other animals. Candace likes grazing and sprinting to remove excess energy.

Staci the Red Panda - The most acrobatic member of the cheerleading trio, Staci likes to swing and climb from branch to branch, munching on bamboo. Don't let the cute and cuddly appearance fool you, she's one of the snarkiest critters in the farm. She'll show her love on the inside, rather than the outside.

Margo the Polar Bear - This cheerful chilly bear is the muscle of the cheer squad, lifting up the other animals. She likes to lumber around, holding knicknacks and climbing on furniture and hunt for a nice fish. Serving as a matchmaker along with Rose, she lets out happy chuffs if she sees mates together. She also loves to cuddle with Lacey and Reshma.

Brecken the Bull - This bull's a country animal at the end of the day. His family originated from Texas, so he's got a big stature and a big heart. A sweet and earnest cow, he loves a good charging as well as nudging his friends and his nightingale mate. His moo will always brighten up your day.

Soo-Yeon the Giraffe - Soo-Yeon has heard all the tall jokes in the book due to being such a large creature. He can be clumsy, tripping over his long legs, but he's always got friends to catch his fall. Soo-Yeon has a fun game where he'll nudge a basketball with Victoria and Adrien. As the "dad" of his farm, he keeps everybody on track.

Parker the Wolf - Even if her friends aren't wolves like her, Parker sees them as members of her pack. She's all about maintaining order and rules, which means she'll often bark at any troublemakers before they cause a scene. She also has a soft side, always trying to motivate the others and keep them from harm. Parker bonds especially with Sabrina and they often howl together at the moon.

Aggie the Alligator - This short Scottish snarker loves basking in the sun and hissing at her friends. She's got gremlin energy and is relatively small for an alligator her age. Aggie loves skateboards and keeps trying to become one herself.

Mona the Sloth - She may be slow, but she isn't slow-witted. Mona is an easy going sloth who prefers it if everyone would just mellow out. She loves napping, almost as much as she loves movies. Mona will often hang on a tree, watching a flick through the window of the house next to the farm.

Evie the Nightingale - A prim and proper bird, Evie's always got a tune to belt out. She is from a long line of famous singingbirds used in circus attractions and has gone viral for her tweets and chirps. She can be a bit of a perfectionist, and stubborn, but knows when to fold 'em if her friends or mate are in trouble.

Eloise the Armadillo - Eloise is a very brainy animal, loving a good math problem, even if she's unable to write out the solution due to her tiny claws. Eloise can always be counted on as a voice of reason, when she's not too busy using her tongue to eat termites and grubs. She does need help making her way around certain areas of the farm due to her poor eyesight.

Anais the Owl - They may always be hooting and pecking, but that's because they're always looking for new scientific discoveries. It and Eloise are the best of pals, always looking to test their intellect. Her favorite thing to do is conduct experiments, even if they are simple by human standards.

Jesse the Sheep - Jesse is a bit sheepish, sort of neurotic, but one of the nicest animals around. He likes to graze quietly, so that he can have some energy when he helps manages little productions the animals put on. He's prone to bleating and having little panic attacks, but some deep breaths and a kiss from his mate Anthony will usually calm him down.

Missy the Shark - Don't let the sharp teeth fool you, Missy is a loyal yet gruff friend. She's very protective of Jesse and Ondine. Her and Kim have had a friendly rivalry since they were babies. She does like to rise from the water on occassion to give visitors a fright.

Ondine the Heron - A sweet swimmer, Ondine loves the water as much as she loves taking flight. Kim is her mate, and she loves nuzzling the monkey with her long beak. Though she can be a bit of a klutz when on land, she's working hard to always be there for her farmyard friends.

Ok, the last animal post is finally done! Lemme know what you think in the replies and reblogs and thanks to Weebs and Coco for choosing the animals! @artzychic27 @msweebyness @nerd-chocolate

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