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aventurineswife · 2 days ago

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so i know you don't want to write for sahsr right now so may i request a sagau where creator (also artist reader if you are ok with that) reader basically just adoring all the kid playable characters cause they think their just the cutest like the reader cheering on kachina as she makes her way through the night warden wars or the reader could name ingredients that diona could use for her drinks

Welp... 🧍‍♀️

I love that idea so much! It's really cute to think about the creator being absolutely enchanted by the kid characters in Genshin Impact, especially since a lot of them are so precious and funny.

As the creator, you are a being of incredible power and influence—yet at times, you can’t help but be utterly charmed by the smallest things. And nothing melts your heart more than the precious little ones of Teyvat, who always seem to be ready for an adventure (and often, mischief).

Klee

It all starts when you watch Klee during one of her explosive missions. She’s running around, her small feet taking her across the battlefield, her cheerful giggles trailing behind her as she launches bombs in every direction. And as much as the others cringe, you can’t help but adore her.

You find yourself cheering her on from your place above, your voice soft yet full of encouragement:

"Go, Klee! You’re doing great! You’ve got this, just a few more bombs and you'll show them who's boss!"

You can practically see her face light up, as though she’s hearing your words, her giggles growing even more infectious.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" she cheers, as the explosions continue, and you think, maybe I’ll draw her with all those sparkles around her next time—oh, how fun it would be to make her look like a literal firecracker in my painting!

Diona

Then there’s Diona, your favorite little bartender, who may look small but holds her ground with her ferocious attitude toward anyone who dares to doubt her drink-making skills. You’ve seen her concoct all sorts of strange but (somehow) delicious potions, and you're there, in the background, naming all the ingredients she might use for her drinks.

"Hmm, Diona," you muse from your corner, a grin spreading across your face, "How about you add some mint leaves for a refreshing taste and a splash of lavender for a calming effect. A little honey wouldn’t hurt either!"

She pauses, glaring at the air for a moment, as if pondering the suggestion. After a moment, she huffs, shaking her head. “Hmph. You think you know better than me? Fine, I’ll give it a shot. But it’s still gonna be better than anything that idiot swillmaster makes.”

You laugh, quietly, adoring her tenacity. You can’t wait to paint her, maybe with some of the fresh ingredients floating around her, her tiny arms crossed in that cute, pouty manner.

Kazuha and Sayu

Kazuha and Sayu often wander the lands of Inazuma together, sharing stories of the world. But you can’t help but notice how small and innocent they both look, especially when they get caught up in their small adventures.

Kazuha, while wise and calm, becomes this beautiful and somewhat soothing sight as he plays his flute while Sayu, despite being a ninja, tries to keep up but always ends up sleepy or distracted by the clouds.

“Hey, Kazuha, you should totally give Sayu a ride on your back,” you suggest with a soft chuckle, watching as Sayu tries to climb up Kazuha’s back and ultimately just ends up lying down instead.

You adore their dynamic. Kazuha always smiles when you’re cheering them on, and Sayu often gives you a tiny wink as if saying, “I know, I know. I’m cute.”

Nahida

Nahida, the archon of wisdom, might be incredibly powerful, but she has a youthful curiosity that’s completely contagious. You find yourself constantly beaming as she gets excited over learning new things, always running around with a little notebook, jotting down facts about the world, or chasing after butterflies in the fields.

"Look at her go," you muse as you watch her from afar, your heart swelling with pride. "She’s so curious, so full of life. You can do it, Nahida! Keep chasing that butterfly! It's yours!"

She looks up from her butterfly chase, beams with her bright, warm smile, as if hearing your praise. There’s a part of you that can’t wait to draw her—capturing her joyful energy, her hair fluttering in the wind, and her little hands reaching out for the world.

Meanwhile, the characters who watch you interact with these little ones are torn between being endearingly amused and very confused.

Albedo, who sees you painting these adorable scenes of the children, may quietly ask, “Are you sure you want to paint them this way? They’re… quite a handful, aren’t they?”

Zhongli, ever the calming presence, merely chuckles, his hands clasped. “Let them be, my friend. You’ve captured their true nature in your artwork, as always.”

Diluc, on the other hand, simply raises an eyebrow when he overhears you cheering for the kids. He can’t quite decide if it's adorable or baffling, but he keeps his opinions to himself, lest you get any more ideas to paint him in some weirdly soft light.

Before long, you find yourself starting an entire gallery dedicated to your love for the younger characters. Klee’s explosive adventures, Diona’s sassy bartending, and Nahida’s innocent curiosity are now immortalized in stunning, vibrant colors. Every character is fascinated by your works—some even request copies.

And you know what? It doesn’t matter that you’re the creator, or that your abilities stretch beyond the limits of mere mortals. For these small, lovable, and endlessly adorable children of Teyvat? They will always have your heart.

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eclipseberrycake · 2 days ago

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Satisfied (Onesided! Ginger x Reader x Cosmo)

AN: If y'all know Hamilton, y'all know. Now I know, I have requests and the next part of MBC promised (which is almost done and I'm so excited to show you guys), but I was struck with a thought in my headache riddled brain which was scattered all sorts. And it's my Blog so. >:D sucks to be y'all. /lh Also sorry for being gone for son long, I re-dislocated by knee and that was no bueno </3

This is the MBC! Reader, but I don't really emphasis on Sprout and Astro in this, so I just put it as Cosmo.

Lil bit of a songfic, but it's mostly just inspired by it.

Warnings: One-sided/unreciprocated affections, Ginger gets sad. Maybe her mains shouldn't pmo next time.

☁ Being a holiday toon had both it's pros and cons.

☁ On one hand, she loves seeing all the children and their excited little faces as they scamper about, smiles brightened by the cheer of the season. There's always a semi-permanent smell of cinnamon and pine in the air, lingering and almost tangible on the tongue.

☁ She gets to spend her days baking and enjoying life with the other toons, talking to them about their holiday wishes and going on runs with them. Those were her favorite moments, by far, were seeing all the other toons in action, playing a part that was so well rehearsed to them it was practically muscle memory.

☁ And, she got to see you. You were a distractor, a damn good one at that, and she found herself drawing towards you more and more.

☁The first time she met you was pre-outbreak. Her and the other holiday toons were just created for Gardenview's first holiday season, and some of the other commons were tasked with getting them acquainted. While originally she suspected she would be paired with Cosmo, as she was his cousin, she was pleasantly surprised when you popped up.

☁ You gave her a cheerful little wave as your entire body seemed to bounce with joy, never staying still as you introduced yourself. You offered a hand for her to shake, she remembers, your hold firm and confident. She remembers thinking in that very moment how your iris' reflected the light like stained glass. You were still talking, she remembers, but not about what. Just the sound of your voice.

☁ You spoke with vigor. Bold and bright, intelligent about whatever you were going on about. She liked that. She wasn't very bold herself, admittedly, it was a family trait, so to see you so exuberant made her chest burn.

☁ You were almost like a phoenix. One of those fire birds the children would tell her about. They were in stories and were known for their bright flames. There were more to them, but she couldn't quite recall, all she knew was that, like a phoenix, you burned like a star, calling her attention as if she were a moth.

☁ You led her around the kitchen areas, where she was able to spot Cosmo, waving at him. While he did acknowledge her with a bright grin and tight hug, she knew his eyes were focused somewhere else.

☁ She tried not to think about it, but ultimately it was all she could focus on. You welcomed your own warm greeting with Cosmo, making his cheeks dust a rosy orange as he wrapped his arms around you, his tail wagging in a blur behind him as he nuzzled into your neck.

☁ He looked at you like you were not only a star, but the moon, sun and planets all in one. Like you were a sight far beyond his own comprehension that he was merely lucky enough to see.

☁ Like he was simply a man in love, seeing the very object of his adoration.

☁ The thought stung in her chest. Cosmo, oh sweet Cosmo, was such a lover at heart. She knew this. He would give and give until he couldn't any longer, then would try to give more. She knew, if she had made her adorations of you known, he would've backed off. He would've encouraged her to get to know you. He would've done everything in his power to help her shine bright enough to match you.

☁ But she couldn't do that to him. Not when he looked so smitten, so...in love.

☁ That would be cruel.

☁ Though she supposed it was as equally cruel to force herself to admire you from a distance, watch as your flame burned with you, yearning just to feel the heat. She just wanted to know what it was like to hold your hand and twirl away to Christmas songs like Tisha did. Or to feel your hands wrap around her waist to boost her to the higher branches like you did with Scraps. Or even just for you to sit beside her with a cup of hot chocolate and cookies like you did with Goob.

☁ She wanted all those things and more. She wanted to know what your early morning voice sounded like, still heavy with sleep as you fought off the pull of your exhaustion once more. She wanted to know what it was like to feel you crawl into bed and collapse under the covers, whining for cuddles because you've had such a long day. She wanted to wake up and see the rays of sun cross your face as you continue to snooze, unaware and unrushed by the events of the day.

☁ She wanted. It burned in her chest so tightly it hurt, brushing against her ribs and pulling every time she caught a glimpse of your smile. The sound of your laughter made her stomach churn, knowing it wasn't because of her. Even the way you walked had her captivated, from the way your feet hit the ground, turning as you adjusted to upkeep conversation, seamlessly moving like a dancer.

☁ Just once she wanted you to dance around her, smiling like she was the same sun in your sky that you were in hers. Laughing at her jokes and spilling compliments unto her, holding her hand and kissing her cheek.

☁ Just the thought of it makes her cheeks burn before she's shaking the thought away.

☁ The shake of her head knocks whatever flashback she was reminiscing about loose, and she's back in med-bay, shoulders hunched as she fiddles with her blanket.

☁ It was a hard night, she remembers, a constant switch between throwing up whatever she could and clutching at her aching head. Cosmo was there, supporting her wherever she could, but to her surprise, you were there too. You were constantly moving from the med-bay, to wherever, returning to pass Cosmo something before dashing off again.

☁ It's a soft comfort, knowing you're there, and you're okay. She feared what had happened to you during the outbreak, but was caught where she was and left with the consequences.

☁ Cosmo had told her that you were the one to rescue her, briefly explaining the entire situation. You had risked your own life to save her own, and her chest ached at the thought.

☁ To see you once more was a dream come true, but to know you had done that all for her was....exhilarating.

☁ Cosmo was mid-explanation of her injuries when you made a return for longer than a second, looking exhausted, but still upright. You perked up when you noticed her gaze on you, giving a happy little wave. "Ginger! Good to see you awake! I hope the nurse hasn't been giving you a hard time." You joke, circling around behind Cosmo even as he shoots you a look.

☁ "Bite me." The cake rolls huffs, making you snicker as you angle your head to flutter your lashes at him. "I already diiiid." You laugh even as he swats at you.

☁ Ginger giggles at your antics, loving the mischievous smirk on your features even if Cosmo looks less then impressed by your antics. You settle quickly, diverting your attention to her with a far softer smile on your features. "How are you feeling?"

☁ "Okay." She responds, already feeling that familiar flutter return to her chest. You nod at this, perching yourself at the end of her bed as one of your hands gently sets itself on her leg. The very action makes her nervous system shudder, cheeks turning a softs pink as she pulls her hair over her shoulder to play with it.

☁ "I'm glad." You breathe out and the very noise you makes as you lean back, running a hand over your forehead and down the back of your head. The relief makes your shoulders sag, the evident (In hindsight) ease in tension relaxing the muscles in your face. You look older like this, more experienced, even if your youth peaks through in hints she knows to look for.

☁ It's in the same shine of your eyes, even as they haze a bit, unfocused but sharp nonetheless. Trained to pinpoint the slightest bits of movement, yet eased enough now they only look at Cosmo. She can watch in real time as the color of your eyes fills itself with something new. It's hearty and bright, nearly making your eyes gleam like an angel's. She knows what it is, and what hurts more is that there's something else there. There's a comfort there that's unique to you and him. Something that's always been there, and she's either remained ignorant or blissfully unaware of how to notice it.

☁ She can see it all now though. Much more clearly than she ever has before.

☁ It's comfort in the love you've found with Cosmo. It's the nervous butterflies of crushes and fresh romance that have settled and instead evolved into a home of reliability and adoration. It's the swell of your heart at the very sound of his name and the sight of him in any capacity, easing off the immediate jittery reaction into a softer, welcoming one that she's sure eases you more than anything else. It's the evolution of shy touches and evading eyes once they've been caught looking into lingering glances with cheeky quips and hands finding purchase in places they've traced a thousand times.

☁ There's other places she can see how young you look, especially in this light. It's in the way your fur falls, untamed and wild, windblown from the running, jumping and dodging you've done as a distractor. It's in your hands that carry a mass of scars. but no wrinkles. That are rough and calloused, but not worn and rigid. It's in your posture that slumps with fatigue and the weight of your responsibilities, not years of experience.

☁ Swallowing, she allows herself the one bit of comfort as she reaches and grabs your hand. It's not warm like she imagined, rather cool and clammy. You must clench your fists when you run and it must've cooled your palm since then.

☁ She gently drags the pads of her fingers along the lines of your palm before gently clasping your hand in her two. "Thank you. For what you've done."

☁ You blink at this and the tension returns, making her inwardly frown. But all you do is smile, that same, gentle and understanding twitch of your lips even as you avoiding look at her. No, you're looking at Cosmo.

☁ "No one really thanks me." You start, looking down at your lap for a second before returning to look at Cosmo. His own eyes are filled with the same look yours are and one of his hands find itself on your thigh. His knuckles flex as he gives it a gentle squeeze, as if urging you to continue. "So, thank you. But I truly don't think I'm worthy of it." Your lips upturn into a mischievous little thing. "Not if Sprout has anything to say about it."

☁ Cosmo scoffs. "With the amount of stress you bring to his life, I don't blame him." Her cousin shakes his head. "But. Ginger's right. You do deserve to be thanked."

☁ You don't look like you believe them, but let the subject drop with a optimistic little huff. "Well, if distracting is what it takes to meet some of the best people in my life," You pause and Ginger's heart practically shatters as your eyes immediately turn to Cosmo. He's already watching you and look that feels too intimate for her to witness laces his features. "It would have been worth it."

☁ The remnants of her chest collect into a dusted fragment that holds some sort of semblance to what it was before only to absolutely shutter and collapse once more as you shake off and stand, clapping your hands. She misses the feel of your touch and the warmth you provided simply by being there. It's momentarily made worse by the fact that you turn so Cosmo is in your immediate vicinity first, rather than turn to her first, even if you end up facing them both.

☁ "I have to get going. Sprout caught me on my last little run to get supplies and made me promise to get something to eat or else he would, and I quote, 'drag my sorry ass to the kitchen'." You shrug at this, even if Ginger has to hide a giggle behind a hand. Cosmo waves you off with a roll of his eyes. "Sure, sure, blame it on the warden. Maybe your just sick of my company."

☁ You fake an affronted gasp, holding a hand to your chest even as your lips tilt into a smirk far too charming to mean you took any real offense. "Me? Tire of you? Puh-lease." You lean down, gently cupping Cosmo's cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

☁ The simple action softens her cousin by a rather drastic degree, making his shoulders fall and his tail wag. She has to look away from the act for just a second, looking back before either of you can notice.

☁ You separate with a wave and promises of seeing Cosmo during bedtime, giving a final well wishes to Ginger before leaving. You were out of sight before long and Ginger swallowed the suddenly thick lump in her throat.

☁ Looking over, she watched Cosmo, who was looking at where you left with the same lovesick grin he used to wear pre-outbreak. It was just as dazed and awestruck as it was then, even if it's tampered by the familiarity of knowing you and your isms' and your little habits. She's sure Cosmo has become more than well-acquainted with you and who you are, your character and your person. She's sure he's even been witness to your very spirit and soul in the early cracks of down, bearing witness to your freshly awoken mind as you lace nothing but sweet nothings about and to him within the early air between you two.

☁ "You look happy." She says, despite herself. It seems to stun her cousin as he blinks before turning to her, all rosy cheeks and wagging tail as he holds the palm of his hand to his cheek, probably feeling the heat there.

☁ "I am." He breathes out. "They- All of them just..." He seemingly can't find the words, kicking his feet just a bit. "They make me want to be a better person. I just- I can't explain it."

☁ She could. She could explain all too well how she wants nothing more than to be the person you think of her as. To improve herself so that she may one day hold even a candle to the image you have of her and hopefully repay all the kindness you have ever shown. To be the person she wishes to be if only to ease your own burdens and the responsibilities you've placed on your own shoulders, just to see the beam of your smile once more.

☁ She wonders how things may have changed if she had been selfish, just once. How it could've been her, holding your hand and sharing a bed with you. How it could've been her that you look at like no one else is in the room. It could've been her that shares inside jokes and small little bouts of laughter with you. It should've been her.

☁ A flicker of a thought passes that it still could be her, but as she looks at Cosmo, it immediately wilts. She could never take that away from him, not even in a fantastical thought that blisters and pops the seconds its prodded.

☁ "You don't need too, it's written all over your face." She gently teases, and he rolls his eyes. He swats at her prodding hand, scoffing just a bit.

☁ "Oh stuff it." He scoffs, sliding off the bed. "I'm gonna go get you something to eat. You want a book or anything while I'm gone?" He looks back and she shakes her head.

☁ He takes this for what it is before leaving, shutting the door behind him and leaving her to her thoughts. Before she can stop them, they wander straight back to you, despite every effort she tries to make to remind herself that your not hers to think about. She buries her head in her knees and clenches her fist, if only to numb herself from the reminder of feeling your touch against her hand.

☁ On the other side of the door, Cosmo stares at the plain white of it before retracting his hand with a sigh. He'd recognized the look on Ginger's face, having seen it a few too many times on Goob's, and his chest aches at the thought of putting his own cousin through the heartbreak of rejection. Yet, he can't bring himself to mend this injury. Not at the expense of himself. He'd spent too much of himself on others too constantly. You were his one reprieve from a lifetime of consistent giving. He wasn't sure what else he could give.

☁ If there was one thing he would never dream of even thinking of giving up was his chance with you. He had worked too hard and given up too much of himself, his well-being, even his own sanity in the face of those twisteds. You and him and Sprout and Astro had worked too hard for far too long for anything to break that up.

☁ So while he wishes for his cousin to continue healing and her utmost happiness, he doesn't wish for it enough to give up you.

#dandy's world x reader #dandys world x reader #cosmo doesn't have a last name #dandy's world cosmo x reader #dandy's world cosmo #cosmo x reader #Ginger x reader #Dandy's world Ginger #Dandy's world ginger x cosmo #DW Ginger x Reader #dandys world ginger x reader

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honeykngdom · 2 days ago

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thinking about Toji Fushiguro, who's never been one to allow control to slip from his fingers. not in the sense where he's doesn't lose himself in the depths of a warm cunt, or when he's able to release all of his pent up energy in the midst of battle -- no, Toji is no stranger to losing control of himself, but he isn't a fan of losing control over a situation.

he sits against the headboard naked, cuffs rattling with every movement of his hands as your mouth worked its way down the long column of his throat, peppering warm and wet kisses. your manicured nails drag slowly down the span of his chest, further down his abdomen until you're just barely tickling the flesh below his belly button.

"just 'cuz you're on top doesn't mean you're in charge," his jaw is clenched so tightly, the words slipping out in a deadly hiss as a reminder while his hands strained against the metallic hold that kept them bound.

you rocked your hips slowly, pulling up to smile at him innocently as your hands moved into the length of his hair. "Keep talkin', sir," you whispered into his ear, nipping his lobe gently, "I might just leave you here like this." punctuating the sentiment by reaching down and squeezing his hard length between your fingers.

he exhales loudly in protest as you kiss your way down his body, nearly draws blood from his lower lip when you take his cock into your wet mouth -- he's practically writhing at this point, infuriated that he's unable to touch you. his eyes shut tightly and for a moment he envisions his hands threading into your hair, grabbing two fisting fulls to fuck upwards into your greedy, greedy throat.

"fucksakes," he panted, eyes flying open as he began to pull against the restraints once more, ignoring the burning sensation that came along with it. "I can't -- fuck!"

his gaze is heavy and smouldering when you finally meet his eyes; Toji looks like an animal gone rabid, eyes wild and face tight with a mixture of frustration and desire. if you hadn't known any better, you'd think he wanted you dead.

and yet, you couldn't help smiling in satisfaction at the sigh of relief that slips past his parted lips when you finally sink yourself onto his cock; under normal circumstances, Toji would make some remark about how wet you were for him, but today, his mind was preoccupied with the loss of control.

"You wanna cum?" you asked lightly, moving a strand of hair from his eyes.

his breathing was shallow, eyes locked on your own. "you're gonna regret this." he gritted out between his teeth.

the thrill of his threat has your pussy clenching in excitement -- something Toji doesn't miss -- and he's all too eager to rid himself of these shackles. the man groans out loudly when you position yourself more comfortably, slowly fucking yourself while intently watching the display of emotions stagger across his sharp features.

"gods, feels so good," you whimper out, and while you previously had never been a fan of vocalizing while fucking your partners, you found that you loved the way it spurred Toji; your praise always seemed to feed into whatever it was he needed, and it was always reciprocated in the way he left your body on fire by the time the two of you parted.

and sure, there may have been a part of you that put on a bit of a performance for the man beneath you. you allowed yourself to moan freely and loudly, begged often, and loved putting yourself on display for him. its why you braced your hands on his knees behind you, stretching your body backwards to push your breasts forward -- and it was there that you began to grind yourself into him, chasing your own orgasm.

"shit, ma," he grunted, eyes glued to the space where his throbbing cock had disappeared inside of you.

"cum with me," you moaned, reaching a hand forward to wrap around whatever portion of his throat you could manage, offering a light squeeze of encouragement. "feels better when we cum together."

and Toji won't deny that statement; the feeling of your cunt quivering around his pulsing cock had the man wishing he could push himself deeper inside of you. its what propelled him forward now, tensing his pelvis in time with your shallow thrusts, savouring the way your slick walls enveloped him.

and it wasn't without effort, but when you finally gasped, choking on his name as your nails dug into his thigh and chest, hips jerking wildly against his as your orgasm crashed through you, lips swallowing the deafening moan that began to tumble past Toji's mouth. his cock twitched in rythmic pulses within you, painting your cunt with his thick seed.

in a post-orgasm daze, you finally managed to provide freedom to his arms; one after the other they moved to grip your hips tightly, and it wasn't until you were maneuvered under him and onto your knees that you realized payback was going to be a bitch.

“wanna play dirty, doll?” he grunted menacingly against your pussy, a dangerous edge to the words as his tongue shot forward to gather the mixture of cum that threatened the leak out and down your thighs. you shivered at the sensation, the heat of embarrassment flushing your ears a loud slurping sound fills the silence and he greedily laps at your wet hole. “let’s play dirty.”

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushigro x reader #jjk fanfic #i just wanted to write a hot lil scene and honestly it was either him or nanami & tbh i think it suits toji better #although tell me this wouldnt be as equally hot if it were nanamin >.>#mdni 18+

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miraclechatbug · 6 hours ago

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The way Marinette and Adrien consciously and unconsciously choose to portray themselves as Ladybug and Chat Noir respectively is fascinating to me. We can take just the first two released episodes S6 and see the differences and similarities.

Marinette is clumsy, forgettable, scatter-brained, and constantly in anxious, worst-case scenario mode all the time. She's frazzled, speaks faster than her brain can keep up with, fidgets constantly, and is always doing something or the other. She always over-prepares and has a plan for everything. Her mannerisms as Marinette resemble her dad (Tom Dupain) and when she is Ladybug, I think she unconsciously channels her mom's (Sabine Cheng) confidence.

It's clear that as soon as she transforms, she carries herself with more composure and certainty, something she only occasionally manages as Marinette.

As Ladybug, she moves with more certainty, effortlessly taking charge and trusting her instincts. But at the same time, she carries the weight of responsibility, bound by the pressure of being the leading face as the savior of Paris and the expectation to always have a solution. Even though she’s more confident in her abilities, she isn’t necessarily more free— if anything, she’s more constrained. Every decision matters, every mistake has consequences, and she has to think about the bigger picture at all times. As Marinette, she doesn’t have that same overwhelming burden. She’s anxious, scattered, and often lost in her own thoughts, but she has the space to obsess over the little things, whether it's an overly detailed plan, a small interaction with her crush, or a passing worry that spirals into something bigger. While Ladybug has to act, Marinette has the luxury of hesitation, of focusing on minutiae instead of the weight of the world.

And then in contrast there’s Adrien, in how he navigates his dual identity. As Chat Noir, he thrives in the freedom his mask gives him, in being playful, loud, and entirely unrestrained. He takes up space without hesitation, making himself seen and heard in a way he never does as Adrien.

As his civilian self, he fades into the background, careful and composed. He rarely draws attention to himself, moving through the world with quiet politeness rather than asserting himself wherever and anywhere he wants as Chat Noir. He’s considerate, always attuned to the needs of those around him, and I think he very much consciously and unconsciously he holds himself back. Where Marinette over-prepares and overthinks and often falls into spirals, Adrien is overly polite, often depressed even though he hides it very well, repressed, avoidant, and non confrontational. It’s only as Chat Noir that he allows himself to be messy, make mistakes, rambunctious, and completely unfiltered.

That’s why their conversation about being the best versions of themselves in Sublimation is so interesting to me. They both genuinely believe that they are better, be it more capable, more confident, more themselves when they’re transformed and fighting side by side. It’s not necessarily true, and in many ways, they underestimate their own strength as civilians, but it’s what they feel, and that belief shapes how they carry themselves once transformed.

What makes this so fascinating is that, whether they intended to or not, their masks have now became more than disguises. Over time, they’ve unconsciously crafted personas around Ladybug and Chat Noir, leaning into traits they suppress in their civilian lives. Marinette channels a confidence and decisiveness that she struggles to access as herself, while Adrien embraces a level of freedom and self-expression that he never allows when he's de-transformed. It's like when they are Ladybug and Chat Noir, they give them permission to be the versions of themselves they think they should be.

I’m really excited to see how they keep changing, how the lines between themselves keep blurring. And honestly, their best selves were never just one or the other. It’s not Marinette or Ladybug, Adrien or Chat Noir— it’s all of it, all at once. They just need to learn to find the balance in that.

#miraculous ladybug #ml s6 spoilers #ml season 6 #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ladybug

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magiclwritings · 3 days ago

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For a moment Colter had begun to think he'd messed up. Because in all honesty, he hadn't any intention of telling Everett where they were going. This whole ordeal was truly just flying by the seat of his pants. But it was going to work. It has to. But for the time being, the excitement of leaving the grounds was enough to buy him some time. Colter quickly cleaned himself up from the water and suds of the bath. He'd checked his own reflection in the looking glass before he'd come out to join Everett in the main rooms.

The prince wasn't quite ready to storm out and so he found himself moving to nibble on the plates Everett had brought up initially. A soft smile touched his lips seeing all the little bits and what nots he'd selected for the two of them. Mostly Colter's favorites. It was hard to be mad at a man that paid that close of attention to him. But, as he'd witnessed for himself earlier, there were always more sides to a person than perhaps they were willing to let show to anyone else. Even themselves. "I thoughts maybe we'd find a little tavern and see what happens from there." His plan as of that moment was just ply this one with enough alcohol and fun to make him willing to leave and go wherever the prince wanted. And while he would have done so if Colter just requested it, there was something he needed out of this. Plausible deniability. If he were a pawn then Everett could be too. They could use one another. Which seemed to be their game as of that moment.

Colter finished chewing his last bite of fresh fruit and moved to take a sip of wine from one of the goblets. It was only a moment and he was moving around to feel out Everett's outfit of choice. How he felt about this one wearing his clothing was still out for debate but he didn't hate it. Though the scent of Everett, just him was better than anything else. And the two of them together? Knowing he purposefully smelled like him? Well, it did things to him. And it was then that he remembered the other man that always smelled like him too. Colter scolded himself and bent in to kiss that man's lips so softly.

"There's a tavern that's a bit out of the way just west of the shire. It's always been a favorite of mine." He beamed at Everett, drawing his hand down between the other's legs and he gave a light squeeze to his package. A seal of his approval of the way he looked. "My staff won't be back until near supper and that includes the stable hands. If we hurry we can snag our own horses and head off." The prince slid his finger tips over the bulge and motioned for Everett to follow him out of his quarters.

"Tell me about your instructor." He spoke over his shoulder, motioning for Everett to hurry on up and join him. "I don't think I've gotten to work with him. Yet." He knew they had to seem as if they were acting totally natural until they got clear of the royal quarters. Colter wasn't truly worried though, August was looking out for him. Just like he always had.

Everett pouted at Colter’s suggestion. He could think of other ways for the prince to take care of him but that would require him joining his bath. With a soft kiss, Everett relented and sat in the tub, leaning his back against the side and tilting his head back against Colter’s chest.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Everett said, closing his eyes as Colter worked over his body with the cloth. It was touching to be taken care of in such a way. It was intimate and soft. Something Everett wasn’t used to but could get used to as long as it was the prince. “It’s just hard for me to sit there and not be able to touch you.” He tilted his head up, looking at the prince. “Even when you sit beside me, I miss you; I long for you. You know I’m not good at being patient. Not when it comes to you.” He grinned sheepishly. “I’m not ashamed to admit I’m selfish when it comes to you. I want you all of the time, for as long as I can. As long as you want me.” He nuzzled his face against Colter’s body, kissing his chest lightly.

His eyes drifted closed as Colter’s hands continued working over his body. The prince was meticulous in his cleaning, touching every inch of Everett he could reach. It did not go unnoticed that Colter focused heavily on his groin area. His hips shifted up as he worked over his cock, the man moaning softly. He would have been disappointed in the lack of attention to that area if Colter’s words hadn’t distracted him completely.

Everett’s eyes beamed at Colter’s suggestion. He turned around, moving onto his knees, and wrapped his arms around the prince’s neck. “Really?” He asked excitedly. There was never a time when Everett didn’t want to leave the castle and sneak out with Colter. It was something he wouldn’t refuse. “Right now?” He didn’t wait for Colter to answer. Instead, he ducked back into the water, rinsing off his body before hopping out of the tub and grabbing a towel for himself. He rubbed the cloth against his body as quickly as possible. “Let me get dressed, and we can go.” Everett was already on his way to the prince’s wardrobe, throwing the doors open and shifting through his clothes. “Where are we going?” He asked, tugging on a pair of Colter’s undergarments and then a pair of pants just as quickly. The fact that the prince was asking him to go into town was out of character, and Everett didn’t want to waste time in case he changed his mind. He then shifted through Colter’s shirts before finding a deep emerald tunic. He hadn’t seen the prince wear it. With a slight frown, he realized who the shirt belonged to.

He tossed the shirt back in the wardrobe, pulled out a cream-colored one, and tugged it over his head. He wouldn’t let August spoil his mood. Everett was here with Colter; he wasn’t. But sometimes, he couldn’t help but feel August’s presence fucking everywhere around this castle. “Anyways,” He said flippantly, “I’m ready for a night out. Let’s go.”

#Tear you apart;#Everett;

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