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Hi I am welcoming my Adrinette smut to tumblr♥️ please tell me what you think, I also type on AO3 and Wattpad.

IN MY STORIES ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP CONSENTING ADULTS👈

It was spring break for university students of Paris, one of the longest anticipated events many Parisian's waited for through the winter. Including Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Adrien, that previous autumn had asked her to join him on a roadtrip to Marseille along with Nino and of course Alya, and had been tirelessly waiting all year for it.

Being a bakers daughter, she never had too many opportunities to travel, besides the occasional trip with her grandma and school events. But especially not with friends, and her boyfriend.

"Yes I promise I'll text you when we get there, mom." Marinette says happily into her phone while tossing different bathing suits into her luggage.

"Yes, yes. I know...what!? Ew mom, you don't have to teach me about that, I'm twenty!" She giggles with disgust and plops on her bed.

"Okay, tell papa I love him. See you soon." She hangs up.

She sighs and throws herself back feeling anxious. Tikki looks up at her and laughs. "Taking a break?" She asks.

"No, just trying to remember everything I thought I remembered. There's too many things!"

Tikki laughs and flies towards her crafting desk. "That's why you wrote it down last night, Marinette." She laughs and brings her the paper.

"Right! Thank you, Tikki."

Alya barges in wearing a flowy skirt and crop top. She twirls and strikes a pose. "What do you think of this one?"

Marinette smiles. "You look stunning as usual, Als."

"Thank youuuuuuu! Now what outfits did you plan, miss designer." She peeps into her suitcase.

Marinette laughs nervously and covers it with her body. "Nothing! Don't look!"

Alya rolls her eyes. "Come on! We both have to look like sexy French tourists having a romantic getaway with our boyfriends! Don't you want to run through the lavender fields with Adrien wearing that pink frilled sundress you made? I know that's why you made it."

Marinette blushes and moves away with a groan and picks through the pile of clothing. "Don't embarrass me."

Alya laughs and sits down on the other side. "You'll never be able to close it if you don't fold them, girl."

They both sit there going through the several flowery blouses. Tikki trying to make herself useful by checking things off her incredibly long list.

"I've been waiting six months, eleven days, and five hours for this trip. I shouldn't be feeling so disorganized, right?"

Alya tosses aside a few unreasonable things from the pile. "More like over prepared. We're going to have fun, girl. Don't stress. You even get a break from being a super hero!"

Marinette looks away. "Ugh! Don't remind me! That's already nerve racking to think about alone."

Alya looks down and widens her eyes. She tsk'd her tongue. Marinette feels her cheeks redden as Alya picks up a pair of lacy red panties that still had a tag. She cocks an eyebrow and smirks at Marinette.

"So you DID go back for the set we saw while shopping last weekend?"

Marinette pulls a pillow over her head. "No! I don't know how those got there!"

Alya laughs. "Calm down, girl. I actually bought similar ones last night. It's special!"

Marinette stuffs them into the luggage. "I hope Adrien likes stuff like this. What if it's too much?"

Alya closes the luggage and smiles. "Don't worry, every guy loves their girl in scant bra and panties! Especially if it's for something like a trip! He's going to love it! I even wrote a blog about types of lingerie for different occasions."

Tikki rests on her shoulder. "Adrien will think you're beautiful!" She says happily.

Marinette sighs pleasantly and stands. She throws her other totes on the bed and looks around hoping that's everything.

Alya walks towards the door. "Your turn!"

"My turn for what?" She says tying her silky scarf around her head.

"For you to help me pack!"

Adrien shuts the door to his red Renault Caravelle 64', after putting his suitcases in. It was the car his parents would take when they travelled to their vacation home in Marseille once a year.

It had been several years since he last stayed there, not feeling like it was right without his mother and father there. He actually had slightly forgotten about the property until coming across a photograph with the three of them in front of it, next to the car

He then decided almost automatically that taking the absolute love of his life would stoke the memories and make new, better ones. Of course bringing along their best friends, too.

He leans back against the door and checks the time on his phone. Plagg peeks out of his shirt. "Come onnn, when are we gonna get there, I wanna eat rich gooey cheese by the water."

Adrien shoves his head back in. "You do that everyday without the English Channel in your face."

Nino comes scrambling out holding way too many things, crashing them into the small trunk. Adrien shakes his head. "I thought the girls would pack too heavy, but this takes the cake."

"Nah, dude. Half of this stuff is my music set up so we can partyyyy!" He says patting the large bags.

"You'll disturb the peace of the countryside." Alya says walking up the driveway.

Nino smiles and walks up to grab her bags from her. "Oh, I have other ways to do that without the rig."

Alya laughs and smacks his shoulder. Marinette follows behind her, struggling to pull along her extremely heavy luggage.

She stumbles on a loose rock, and in Marinette fashion goes flying forward, only to be caught in the arms of her toned, blonde boyfriend.

She looks up happy to see him. She places her hands on his shoulders and pulls herself closer to him excitedly. "You know, I was hoping I'd catch you sometime today, bugaboo." He joked.

They met their faces in the middle for a soft, passionate kiss. She pulled away and brushed her nose against his. "Very funny, kitty. And also we have to be careful about the nicknames around them."

He pecks her mouth again. "Can't make any promises."

Marinette stood on her tip toes to steal another smooch from him. He happily leaned down just enough to allow it, holding her hips tightly.

"Save it for tonight, lovebirds." Nino jokes from the door.

In no less than an hour they were flying down the curvy country road, trailing through the yellow green hills of France. Adrien flooring it, Nino DJing, and the girls sitting on the head rests letting the wind toss their hair, arms flailing. Tikki and Plagg were of course enjoying the scenery from the back.

They finally approach a small populated area where hillside mansions rested. They all looked around in amazement, feeling lucky they had a wealthy friend.

"Town is just fifteen minutes down the road. The only people we'll see out here are lavender harvesters."

"And mysterious rich people." Alya said pulling out her phone to record.

Marinette looked out feeling her stomach fill with butterflies. All the months and days and hours she spent waiting for the most peaceful vacation with her lover had finally arrived.

They eventually pulled up to a ridiculously large house. Nino and Alya got out and immediately ran inside to check it out. Marinette laughed and grabbed Adrien's arm.

"Thank you." She said happily.

"You're welcome, but for what?"

She hugged his arm tightly. "For taking us here. I'm glad I get to be here with you."

Adrien blushed, loving how she always knew what to say. He grabbed her hand and led her inside. "There's no one else I'd rather be here with. Or anywhere actually."

As they stepped in, they could hear the excited shouts of Nino and Alya looking around the place. Tikki and Plagg poked out from behind Marinette's shoulder and looked around hesitantly.

"It's okay, you two. Keep a low profile and don't get into trouble. Mainly talking to you, Plagg." She said quietly.

Tikki let out a giggle as Plagg scoffed. "Trouble? You know me, calm and collected. Sugar cube here is the one you should watch out for."

Tikki huffed and flew away hastily, leaving Plagg to chase after her. Adrien and Marinette laughed and continued into the mansion.

"I'm surprised you don't come here more often." She said running her hands along the arm of the very expensive couch.

"Maybe. I don't think I'd enjoy coming here without you guys. I actually haven't been here since..."

Marinette turned around noticing his change of tone mid-sentence. She stepped back over and grabbed his hand. "Don't dwell on that too much. We're going to have fun, Kitty Cat."

Adrien continues guiding them through the house, showing them around. Occasionally stopping to share a memory or two.

The sun was starting to set over the colorful horizon, reminding the ever forgetful Marinette she forgot to call her mom.

She gasped in remembrance and ran towards the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. "Be right back, I need to make a call."

"Same here. Big sis will freak if I don't let her know I'm safe."

The room stayed silent for only a second before Nino looked at Adrien with mischief in his eyes. "So, dude. What tantalizing activities you got planned for your girl?"

Adrien scratched his neck nervously. "Uh, I didn't really think of anything like that."

Nino looked at him with amazement. "No way! You can't tell me you drove your gal all this way to a countryside mansion for spring break and didn't even think about nighttime recreational activities?"

Adrien laughed. "Of course I think about stuff like that, I just didn't necessarily plan anything extravagant."

"Well, you're a lucky guy to have brought a guy like me. Which is me. Your guy." He whips around a bag from his back and dumps it onto the counter.

Adrien looked down in slight horror and gasped. Before him was a mountain of condoms, a few bottles of lube, and a couple other things he wished he didn't see.

"N-Nino!?"

"You gotta be prepared, bro. I'm lucky if this will last us even a week."

Adrien quickly shoved them all back into the bag. "You're insane, besides I already have this stuff, just in a much smaller quantity."

Marinette and Alya walked into one of the bedrooms, admiring the decor. Marinette quickly opened her suitcase and pulled out the lingerie set.

"What are you doing?" Alya said with a smile.

"Hiding them! You know how embarrassing it'd be if he found them!" She crammed them in a random drawer.

"He's your boyfriend! Not your dad!"

"Still! He can't even know I have them!"

Alya grabbed her hand to stop her. "Of course he's going to know you have them, you're going to be wearing them!"

Marinette's face turned red. She knew he would like them, and she was also excited to wear something so flattering for him. The anxiousness was more anticipatory than scared.

Alya pulled the tags off and stuffed them behind a pillow on the bench in front of the bed. "Wear them tomorrow."

Marinette fiddled her fingers. "What about tonight? Should I have bought a pair for every night we're here? Oh gosh, I messed this up!"

"No, girl. If you don't have anything for tonight, then that's that. Wear nothing."

Marinette looked in the mirror and observed her outfit. Alya was onto something, it would be a fun flirty surprise for Adrien to discover her wearing such a short dress with nothing underneath.

She looked back at Alya with a smile. "This is why you're my best friend."

The sky was fully black. 4 young adults lounged around the outdoor patio, listening to crickets chirp in the feild.

Marinette let out her 10th fake yawn before they decided it was time to head to bed. Her stomach churned as she walked up the steps hand in hand with Adrien.

"Goodnight, you two." Alya said.

"Don't stay up too late." Nino joked.

"You should take your own advice." Adrien retorted before closing his door.

Marinette giggled and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the butterflies in her stomach turn into arousal. Adrien locked the doors and turned around to see his lover with the reddest cheeks, and the cute face she made when she wanted it.

He stepped towards her, loving the way she looked. So lustful yet so innocent. His heart melted as she bit her lip.

"I don't think I want to go to sleep yet, Adrien." She said quietly.

He continued walking forward and pulled his shirt off. Marinette blushed harder and leaned herself back on her elbows. Adrien climbed on top, knees on either side of her.

"What do you wanna do then, M'Lady?" He spoke softly.

Despite being extremely tired from driving, he had been waiting most of the day to spend intimate time with her, finally being able to have sex outside of a dorm or their houses.

He curled his index finger under her chin and brushed his nose against hers. She laid fully back, snaking her hands up his firm arms to his neck.

"I want you to ravish me, Kitty."

He leaned down immediately and began planting soft slow kisses along her neck and chest. He made his way up to her jaw and sucked at the skin. She let out a soft gasp and squeezed his shoulders.

That sound alone triggered his hormones to go off, sending all the blood in his body to his dick. She moaned softly, curling her fingers in the hairs that swooped down his nape.

He smiled against her skin and finally attached his lips to hers. His hands began roaming over her hips, down to her thighs. The kiss was slow, and hot. He loved how moist and plump her dark pink lips were, and how they kissed his back eagerly.

He pulled away slightly with a smack to bite down gently on her swollen bottom lip. He nibbled for a moment then released it, then placed his lips on the bitten skin to suck it.

She felt like her body was turning to jelly. He pulled her lip with his mouth then released it once again. He stuck his tongue out slightly and gave it a lick, asking for an invite inside her mouth.

She of course obliged and parted her lips farther. The sounds were wet and incredibly dirty, sending shivers up her spine. Adrien hummed in delight at how easily it was to unravel Marinette.

She pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist. He happily welcomed the action, securing his grip on the backs of her lower thighs right below her ass.

Her heartbeat quickened, knowing in the next few minutes he would discover bare skin where he usually found fabric. The thought made her hornier.

She rocked her hips against his, getting impatient. He giggled into her lips, loving when she got antsy. As the heated kiss continued, and his wondering hands wondered, he realized he hadn't felt the elastic of her panties.

A few seconds went by of feeling for them before he pulled away from her lips with a smack. "Are you not wearing underwear?" He said in a cute, confused tone.

Marinette's face went crimson. She nodded and slid her hands gently down his chest, knowing how much he loved it when she touched him there. He felt weak at her touch, skin scorching hot.

Adrien admired her boldness, grabbing her hand in his and kissing it tenderly. "You're the cat's meow, you know."

She laughed as he inched his way south, kissing a trail down her chest. He lowered his knees to the floor and held her thighs around his neck.

She looked down at him with raised brows and parted lips. He buried his head under the dress and began teasing her with soft thigh kisses. His hands traveled up and down her thighs, and towards her abdomen.

She hummed in pleasure and lowered her hands to his hair, almost pulling him into herself. He took his damn sweet time marking up her inner thighs, driving his girlfriend crazy while doing so.

"Come on, A-Adrien stop teasing." She said sounding out of breath.

She squeaked at the sudden kiss at her vulva. Adrien nuzzled his nose against her clit teasingly. She tightened her thighs around his head, feeling anxious.

"So impatient, M'Lady. I'm trying to savor my desert."

He finally delved into her, groaning as he worked his tongue and lips around her pussy. Marinette threw her head back, covering her mouth with one hand to try and stifle her moans.

The sounds she made spurred him on, his shorts becoming tighter. Marinette's hips moved on their own, grinding with the rhythm of his tongue movements.

Her body felt hot and soft in his hands. And she smelled amazing. Tasted amazing. Like always. His head started to become fuzzy with thoughts about his lover girl.

At this point he was engorging himself. Possibly receiving more pleasure from eating her out than she was taking it. Her sounds were like a reward for his work.

Marinette herself was fighting for her life to keep it quiet, knowing Alya and Nino would be sure to tease them the next morning if they heard a single peep.

"F-fuck...yes, Adrien..." she said feeling the pleasure build.

He shoved his face further into her, doing everything he could to make her sing. He felt her legs start to tremble slightly.

She removed her other hand from his hair to grab his own. Squeezing it tightly, she arched her back letting her Chaton know she was getting close.

Adrien was feeding off of her pleasure, groaning into her hungrily. Practically begging for her to suffocate him with her thighs.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking softly knowing how sensitive the little bud of nerves were. She let out a breathy moan in the shape of his name. He opened his eyes to look at her face, which immediately caused a painful twitch in his tight shorts.

She felt like she was going to burst. She twitched at every tongue flick, at every vibration his groaning sent into her core. It was overwhelming, how incredible he was at tongue fucking her senseless.

She continued moaning out uncontrollably. Gasping out her lovers name over and over trying to cope with the insane sensation. She looked down for only a moment to see two green, half lidded eyes watching her take the pleasure they were giving her.

In that moment she felt her stomach twist with ecstasy. At this point she didn't care about the noise, moaning loudly. Adrien scrunched his eyes closed, focusing on his lady's orgasm.

"Adrien...Kitty I-I'm gonna cum." She whimpered out.

She curled her toes and tightened her legs around his face. Her mind was turning to mush. She continued pulling at his hand, legs shaking harshly.

"Fuuuck, ahhhhhh!" She sang out.

She pulled his face away abruptly, then clenched her legs together. He watched her lustfully as she convulsed and gripped at the sheets, riding out her orgasm.

Her face was blushed, eyes blurry and wet, pieces of hair falling around her face. She looked lewd, and absolutely stunning in Adrien's eyes.

He smirked and pulled her legs apart gently to see the mess he made of her. The sight nearly made him pass out. "You're so hot." He said under his breath.

He leaned back in and closed his mouth around her clit, giving it one last hard suck and pulling off with a smooching sound. She gasped and clenched her legs together again.

He laughed, kissing at her legs. "I could eat you out all day if you'd let me."

She let out a soft moan at the remark, looking away slightly embarrassed.

He stood up quickly and pulled her up to a sitting position, he pulled her dress off over her head and picked her up, moving them further back on the bed.

As they kissed each other intensely she slid down his shorts, he kicked them off quickly. He looked down at her body, feeling the same feeling he always felt when he saw her like this. He had seen her naked, in the sheets with him hundreds of times now, but the feeling of utter desire hadn't changed.

"I love your body. Actually, I love everything about you." He said bringing a few fingers down to rub at her wetness.

She twitched at the sensation. "You say that everytime, Kitty."

Marinette softly pushed him to the side, rolling them over to where she was on top of him. He gripped her hips tightly, guiding them as she ground down on him. She took the liberty of peppering his face and neck with kisses as he had for her.

He began to understand the impatience she had felt and closed his eyes with a groan. Marinette laughed and sat up, running her hands down his chest.

"You can dish it but you can't take it?" She teased.

She reached down and grabbed his dick giving it a few pumps before lining it up to herself, rubbing it against her wet folds. His grip tightened, gritting his teeth.

She bit her lip and moaned. She sat down slowly, readjusting to his size. She gasped at the familiar stretch of her vagina, whole heartedly loving how it felt each time he entered her. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back with a moan once her ass was to his hips.

She instantly began curving her hips front to back, knowing this maneuver felt amazing for him. He moved his hands to cup her ass, kneading at the soft skin. Adrien moved his hands with her hips, grinding up into her.

"Holy shit, Marinette." He groaned out.

She stuck a finger in her mouth, slicking it with her saliva. She kept the intense eye contact as she lowered her finger to her nipple, playing with it.

Adrien watched with a blown out look on his face, utterly enamored by her actions tonight. He took initiative in moving his large hands up her stomach to her tits, replacing her hand.

She picked up the pace, bouncing on him, the sounds of their skin meeting became louder. His thumbs rubbed softly over her nipples, holding them in place as she moved faster.

Her moans were louder, more desperate as she rode him. She wanted more from him. She wanted him to feel as brain numbingly good as he made her feel.

She rested her hands on his knees, wriggling her hips at a new angle. She ground down her hips faster, curving ever so slightly with each thrust. "You're gonna kill me, Marinette." He groaned out.

She was eating up his reaction. She loved when she was able to make him merciless at her touch. His hands made their way back down to her hips, squeezing tightly.

He lifted his feet to sit flat on the mattress, knees bent, allowing himself a better position to fuck up into her. He bit down on his lower lip and watched his lover with hungry eyes. She placed her hands on his wrists, curling her stomach at the incredibly feeling of being fucked in this position.

"Feeling good, Princess?" He grunted out lowly.

She couldn't even form a sentence, the only thing able to pour from her mouth were cries of pleasure. Her eyes were blown with lust, fingernails digging into his skin, hair flying messily around her shoulders.

Marinette couldn't contain herself, rocking back on him with each thrust upward, loving the way his dick was pounding up into her. She put her hands back on his chest, squeezing his pecks. She arched her back giving him direct access to her favorite spot deep inside her.

He giggled through a grunt at how needy she was, moving his hands to her ass, holding her in place so he could fuck her in that spot she loved so much.

"I love riding you, Chat. Fuck me h-harder!" She managed to moan out.

He breathed through his teeth, feeling the burn in his thighs. He growled through the pain and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her chest to chest with him. She relaxed her hands on his shoulders, keeping her head thrown back.

He breathed hard, holding her down to him tightly, hips bucking up harshly. He even went as far as to bury his face in her chest, sneaking a nipple into his mouth to suck and bite as he exhausted himself pounding her.

He moaned lowly at the sensation of her squeezing around his dick. He twitched in delight, thrusts becoming sloppier. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, bug." He groaned into her ear.

"I'm so c-close, Kitty! Don't s-stop...please!" She hollered, eyes starring into his.

He looked back into hers, eyebrows screwed up. The look she gave him was wanton, glassy, like he could see her soul behind her eyes. He grumbled and bit down on her shoulder, feeling himself reach orgasm.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, M'Lady!" The words poured out of his mouth.

Her legs shook violently, reaching her second orgasm. His thrusts slowed, still feeling her hips twitch forward, riding the wave of pleasure. He watched her while catching his breath, as she squirmed and moaned at a high pitch.

He ran his hands up her feverish body, loving how she molded into his touch. He was already laying back, but still felt as if he was going to fall and crash.

She pulled herself off of him, a squelch erupted as his softening cock sprang out of her. She looked down with a blush and sat on his stomach trying to hide the sight of her cum splattered lips.

He grinned tiredly and pulled her to the bed. He sat back up and rubbed a hand over her forehead, smoothing out the damp hairs stuck to her head. "I'll take care of you." He said softly.

She grabbed his hand in both of hers and smiled with lidded eyes. "I love you." She said quietly. He leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly before standing up to grab towels.

"I love you." He said back.

After cleaning them up, he finally laid down in the bed trying to sort through the now scrambled up sheets. She pulled herself into him and nuzzled her face into his neck.

He ran his fingers through her hair, lulling them both to sleep at last. Only minutes later it felt like, the sun was rising again.

Marinette squinted her eyes at the light pouring through the window, groaning and rolling over. Adrien was still sound asleep next to her, arm resting loosely under her head.

She smiled and blushed tiredly at his peaceful expression, leaning in to peck his lips. Alya and Nino stood on the other side of the door grinning. Marinette opened the door and nearly jumped a mile in the air.

"How'd you two sleep?" She teased.

She groaned, knowing this was going to happen. "Not any better than you." She said back with false confidence.

"You guys were up later than we expected, at least I can hold back my-"

"Don't finish that sentence." She said playfully smacking her arm.

Adrien rubbed his hand up and down Marinette's leg as she combed her dainty fingers through his hair. His head was laid comfortably on her chest, arms wrapped around her waist.

The tall grass of the field was soft and warm against their skin. The breeze smelled like flowers and pollen.

Marinette would occasionally lean down and plant a kiss on his forehead or nose as she traced his ear. His eyes were closed, but a slight smile was painted across his face.

These were his favorite moments, surrounded by love from his lady. Nothing was more comforting to him than her delicate touch.

"Are you going to be lazy all day, my Chaton?" She joked.

"Why, am I not allowed?"

"Mmm, I guess you are." She paused, blushing at her own thoughts. "You...probably wore yourself out last night."

He laughed. "That was nothing, Bug."

He sat up a bit to look at her and moved his face close to hers, touching noses. "I'll show you more tonight if you'll let me." He said quietly.

Marinette felt her insides fizz up like a shaken soda, thinking about the underwear set she was sporting underneath her homemade dress. And even more about how he would react that following evening.

"Can't wait." She spoke with giddiness in her voice.

Adrien kissed her cheek and sat up completely, leaning forward on his hands. He plucked up a shoot of lavender and placed it behind her hair on her ear.

"All the flowers in the world couldn't compare to your beauty, Marinette."

She blushed and curled a finger behind his ear. "You're not too bad yourself, Agreste."

He planted a soft kiss to her lips before standing and pulling her up with him. Alya and Nino waved from the distance, also having spent a breezy morning frolicking in the field of indigo.

"Sorry blondie, but I'm stealing your girl for the afternoon." Alya said wrapping an arm around Marinette's neck.

Adrien laughed and stood next to Nino. "Then I hope you don't mind if I take your boyfriend out for a date."

Nino made overdramatic love eyes at him. "A date with a millionaire! I must be the luckiest dude in France."

"Second to me." Marinette joked.

By date, Adrien meant jumping off cliffs into the ocean and sailing on an old luxury boat. And Alya meant going shopping in town and getting a sweet treat.

"So I thought that of course the pink cashmere would clash with the silver fishnet." Marinette rambled on.

"For sure, girl." Alya said pretending she understood a single thing Marinette was talking about.

Marinette picked at her nail as they strolled the shore side shopping strip. Alya glanced at her and looked down to her legs then back to her chest.

"You're wearing it, right?" She said looking at Marinette with a grin.

Marinette blushed and looked at Alya shyly. "Yes, Als. I can feel the lace burning my inner thighs."

Alya rolled her eyes and pushed her glasses up on her nose. "You're too much. I almost thought you had slipped it on last night after hearing your scream fest."

Tikki popped her head out. "Ive had hundreds of holders, and none have been as loud during...human interactions as this one."

Alya laughed, loving how easy it was to tease her. Marinette couldn't even feel embarrassed at this point, admitting to herself that she was incredibly vocal.

"Very funny, guys. You'll be hearing that same symphony the rest of the trip since you two like it that much."

Alya placed a hand on her shoulder. "I never thought sweet, twinky Adrien could do so much damage. Guess I was wrong."

Marinette gave her a smug glance. "Puh-lease! He may act like the charming, adorable, dreamy, sweetheart he is in front of you guys, but when it's just us, let's just say his feline comes out."

Alya snickered. "I should've known."

Marinette bit the side of her lip thinking about her boyfriend. "Yeah, he's pretty amazing." She giggled to herself.

"But what's with the nicknames?" She said looking around at the shop windows.

Marinette stared down confused. "Nicknames?"

"Yeah, you call him Kitty? I've heard you say it before, but I didn't really think about it then."

Marinette felt her heart drop. Oh shit. She had managed to get out of her figuring him out in the past, but it got harder each time she brought up something.

"Uh, that's just a silly name I call him! It doesn't mean anything!"

Alya looked at her, knowing that classic tone of voice she did when she was trying to be sneaky. "Don't tell me..."

Marinette was about to explode. This is not how she expected her best friend to find out her Adrien and her Chat Noir were one and the same.

"You guys like to roleplay as Ladybug and Chat Noir during sex! That's too good, girl! I wonder what Chat Noir would think!"

Marinette grumbled, wishing she had actually used her brain cells rather than giving her more reason to tease her.

Adrien and Nino pulled harshly at the rope that hoisted the sail to the old boat. The boat his dad used to take him sailing on. The same luxury boat Gabriel bought with the first load of money his clothing line brought in.

Nino looked down into the water and gulped, having a slight fear of the deep, dark ocean that was lapping rapidly against the rocks in the distance.

"Don't tell me you're scared?" Adrien joked, pulling off his loose white shirt.

Nino wracked his brain trying to think of something else to talk about besides his slight fear of the deep. "I'm surprised you're spry enough to go swimming after last nights events."

Adrien jumped in the water, trying to avoid the jest. Nino pressed further. "Did you decide to plan extravagant activities like I suggested after all?"

Adrien whipped his now soaked hair back, splashing Nino in the face. "Wouldn't you like to know. Jealous I can make my girl scream without having to 'plan' anything?"

Nino mimed a knife stabbing through his heart. "Damn, Agreste. Didn't realize I was talking to mister big dick."

Adrien laughed and pulled himself back up onto the boat. Nino took a moment to study Adrien's appearance and general nature in a platonic way, realizing the ex model was effortlessly attractive.

Nino looked away with pursed lips, feeling half jealous that his buddy was actual eye candy. It was no wonder Marinette couldn't keep it down.

"Something bothering you?" Adrien finally pried.

"We're all good, dude. Just thinking."

Adrien leaned back on his elbows and looked at the horizon. Nino tried to mimic the pose, hoping he looked as sexy and brazen.

"Maybe we should have a little competition. Between us guys." He said smugly.

Adrien looked over blankly. "And what's that?"

"We're gonna be here another week and a half, that's ten days, at least ten rounds to pound."

Adrien lowered his sunglasses. "I'm listening."

"I say we keep a score of who can make their girl finish first, seeing as we'll be able to have verbal confirmation of who wins each night."

Adrien scoffed. "I don't know if that's a good idea, man."

"Why not, scared you'll lose?"

"Nah, scared I'll have no real competition." Adrien said pulling his sunglasses back up.

Nino laughed. "Mister big dick strikes again!"

"You're on."

The boys walked into the small shoreside restaurant where Alya and Marinette were already chatting at a table. Alya shoving her phone in Marinette's face making her look at every picture she captured that day.

Adrien slid in next to her, earning a quick embrace and a peck on the cheek. She made a weird face and smacked her lips. "You taste like salt water."

"Missed you too." He said bringing her hand to his lips.

Nino leaned in for one as well, but Alya refused after putting together that he'd also taste of ocean. "I prefer kisses that don't taste like the English Channel, thanks."

"Fine, but you owe me double later." He winked.

Adrien snuck a sip of Marinette's fruity drink before looking at her happily. "So what'd you two do today?"

Marinette pulled out a small shopping bag from her purse and slid it toward him. "We missed you guys so much we couldn't help but buy you gifts."

Adrien couldn't even look at the bag, too enamored by Marinette's shiny lips and sun kissed cheeks. "You're the only gift I want."

There was an audible groan from across the table as the two smooched. "Sorry Adrien, it's actually a keychain that says 'World's Corniest Boyfriend'." Alya joked.

"Then I hope you got one for Nino that says 'World's Quickest Nut'." He chided.

Marinette smacked his arm with a stifled laugh. Alya herself couldn't help but chuckle and look at her boyfriend with a smile.

"Goddamn, is it just me or is Adrien incredibly savage today." Nino said laughing along.

Dinner went by quickly, the four cracking jokes and picking on Nino. The first full day in Marseille had ended. It was time for the evening ritual of walking up stairs to head to separate rooms.

Adrien elbowed Nino and leaned toward him. "Don't forget to take your viagra, gramps." He whispered.

"Sorry I forgot mine, could I borrow your extra strength?"

Alya poked Marinette in the arm giving her some confidence. "Sweet creams." She joked.

Marinette turned to the door laughing at the phrase. "All of you guys are insane."

Adrien closed the door behind them and walked toward the en-suite. "Care to join me, Bugaboo?" He said opening the double doors.

Marinette blushed and stepped forward playing with the bottom of her dress. "Of course, Kitty."

He stepped behind the giant glass panel, flipping the hot water on. Marinette stared at herself in the mirror, working up her confidence.

He's seen every inch of you already without scant underwear. You are a sexy seductress! You save Paris from evil every day, you can pull off a lingerie set.

She turned around and whimpered at the sight of her freshly tanned boyfriend shaking his damp salty hair out of the loose ponytail it was in.

He glanced at her with a smirk and wagged his finger for her to come closer. She obliged, reaching behind herself to lower the zipper of her dress.

He turned her around by the shoulders, never allowing her to take off her own clothes. He kissed her shoulder as he pulled it down. She blushed hard, wishing she could see his reaction. She looked into the mirror and stared at his face as he peeled the dress off of her shoulders.

At first, he just registered the red straps as of course, a bra. Then realized he hadn't seen this one before. Then his attention was turned to the matching, intricate yet sexy design of her panties.

She turned around slowly and looked up at him bashfully. His face said it all. He looked her up and down, mesmerized by how perfectly the fabric sat at the curves of her hips, making her pale skin glow next to the vibrant red.

"Meeeow." He joked.

Adrien's eyes widened as he studied the details, dick instantly begging to jump out of his boxers. He chuckled and gave her cheek a rub with his finger. "I'm definitely gonna win tonight." He muttered.

"What?" Marinette laughed.

"Nothing, you just know how to knock me off my paws fifty times over."

She gained a stroke of confidence, noticing how flustered her partner looked as he glanced her up and down, hands caressing her hips tenderly.

She reached down unbuckling his shorts and shoved them down his legs, then pushed him backwards by her fingertip into the shower.

He backed into the wall, looking down at her like he was hypnotized. His eyebrows were pointing up in arousal, lips parted to breathe heavily. She leaned up and kissed his mouth softly.

"Do you like it, big boy?"

She snaked her tongue down his chest to his stomach, sneaking in smooches. His skin was hot from the sun and salty from the sea. Her mouth watered at the taste.

"I love it." He groaned out.

She made it to her knees and looked up at him with beady eyes as she ghosted her mouth over his clothed erection. He cursed his underwear, thinking about how it always made great use for unbearable teasing.

She nuzzled her face against it and smiled up, humming in delight. He winced in pain, begging with his eyes for her to take it out. She dipped her fingers into the elastic and pulled them down slowly.

Adrien grunted deeply, as his dick sprang free, causing Marinette to squeal in excitement. She immediately wrapped a hand around the shaft and gave the tip a kiss. He twitched, watching her closely as she sucked the swollen head into her mouth giving him a hard suck.

She stuck her tongue out and rubbed the smooth skin of his tip against it, then slapped it a few times on the muscle before taking him halfway in her mouth. His dick, like the rest of his body wreaked of ocean water. She tried not to let it bother her, and continued to slurp slowly.

Her hand twisted up and down the rest of his length, matching the rhythm of her head movements. She moaned into him, giving her eyelashes a flutter as she found herself enjoying his dick in her mouth.

Adrien couldn't help but stare at her moist puckered lips and crystalline eyes. She looked like a doll, reddened cheeks full of his cock. For a moment, Adrien thought she would be the one to beat Nino.

His moans were guttural, echoing lowly through the bathroom. The slurping sounds becoming even more incredibly lewd as she added length to her bobs, and more saliva collected in her mouth.

She felt his pink tip hit the back of her throat and scrunched her eyes shut, trying not to gag. She held her breath as she began to deep throat her lover, moaning into the slightly uncomfortable sensation of being choked by it.

His legs wobbled slightly, stomach fluttering as he watched Marinette savor him. She was thoroughly indulging herself, becoming love drunk off of him.

She pulled off with a pop to take a breath, pumping him fast to keep the pace. "I love your cock." She moaned out.

"F-fuck, Bug." He smirked.

She almost immediately went back down with a moan, eyes tearing up slightly. Adrien's groaning became slightly higher, muttering praises under his breath.

The feel of her velvety soft tongue mixed with the warmth of her mouth was like heaven on earth in Adrien's mind. No outside thoughts dared enter his brain when such a euphoric feeling filled his body.

"Getting close." He coaxed.

His hips began moving forward with her pumps, craving his release. He ran a hand through her hair, giving her loving strokes as she fucked her own throat with his dick.

Marinette pulled off again, a string of her saliva connecting her swollen lips to him. She stuck her tongue out, pressing it into his slit then flicked it softly.

The sight of it made lightning shoot up his spine, the feel of it tipped the scale causing his orgasm to rush out of him. He grabbed Marinette by her hair and gently pulled her off of him as he came hot, white strings of pleasure onto her tongue.

She gasped in surprise, gripping his thighs tightly with each hand. His face was twisted up in pleasure, sending a zap to Marinette's heat. She kitten licked at his twitching tip as it softened, slicking it up with his own cum for what she wanted to happen next.

He grabbed her hands and helped to pull her to a stand, instantly flipping them around pressing her into the wall. He stared down at her smirking face, and leaned forward to kiss her hungrily.

"I'm utterly enamored by you." He groaned below his breath into her neck.

She moaned in response, loving the way his fingers were playing with the straps of her panties, dipping in ever so often to rub her skin.

He sucked hard at the moist flesh of her neck, lips begging to paint her skin purple. He knew Marinette wasn't a huge fan of visible hickeys, but he wanted to visually see later what a mess they made of each other.

He pulled away to reach back up to her lips, feeling her mouth melt into his. The smooches were wet and sounded more 'smoochy' than usual. He ran his hands up the small of her back, causing her to arch it and gasp.

He smiled, knowing how sensitive that spot was. He took advantage of her agape mouth, sucking tenderly at her bottom lip. He slowly worked one of his hands around her hip to her abdomen, sliding his middle finger below the elastic leading to the lips of her heat.

He pulled his face away from hers to watch her reaction as he rubbed the pad of his middle finger in a slow, pressed circle around her clit.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes humming in pleasure. She rocked her hips forward to gain more friction, but he kept his teasing pace.

His heart throbbed at the way she looked in this moment. Her hair was wet, slicked up against her cleavage and shoulders. Every inch of her skin percolated with drops of water. The red of her lingerie was darkened from the water it soaked up.

She looked like a goddamn playboy model, and he was her Hefner.

He continued rubbing her wetness, dick springing back to life at how warm she felt. He lowered his head back to hers, resuming the wet, heated kiss. It was sloppy, quiet moans escaping her mouth with each hand movement.

He pressed his two fingers together, rubbing further down her vulva. She squeezed his shoulders as he teasingly dipped them into her entrance.

He snickered, breaking away from her mouth and continued kissing wetly around her jaw and neck. He finally pushed his fingers inside her, the pads rubbing up her walls slowly.

Marinette placed the back of her hand over her mouth and bit her lip. Adrien quickly grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her, leaning down to her ear.

"Don't you dare try to hide that beautiful voice of yours, Marinette. Let them know how good of a job your kitty does at pleasing his lady."

She was a goner. Her skin lit up with goosebumps, legs turning to jelly. Adrien quickly picked her up by the thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She loosely held her arms around his neck, scratching at his skin in anticipation as he ran his fingers along her folds.

"You're driving me crazy, kitty cat. I want it." She whined.

"You know I always ask for my lady's permission."

"Please-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, he was sliding her panties to the side, replacing his fingers with his girth. The sudden intrusion caused an airy scream from Marinette.

He wasted no time in pounding her relentlessly against the shower wall. Her toes curled, thighs clenching tightly around his muscly waist.

The air was steamy, lights dim, and the ambience was erotic. His thrusts and her moans were exaggerated by the echo of the bathroom.

His fingers dug harshly into her thighs, the slick of her skin and his fingers making it slightly difficult for him to hold her up.

"Scream for me." He growled, pressing his forehead to hers.

She didn't have to be told twice, moans becoming uncontrollable at the angle his dick was thrusting into her. He loved every second of it, his ego being fed graciously.

He pulled her up higher, moving his arms under her legs resting the backs of her knees on his inner elbows. His hands pulling her waist down on him harshly, fingers tangling in the elastic straps of her panties.

She reached a hand back to push on the wall, the other holding his neck. She arched her back and tried her best to bounce back down on him to meet his hips.

"Ah- you like that, Marinette?" He smirked with a groan.

"F-fuuuuck, I love it! Fuck me, Adrien!"

It was music to his ears when she begged him to fuck her, the comment making his heart race faster. He felt the all too familiar pressure in his groin build.

The determination to beat Nino, no- the determination to give Marinette a brain numbing orgasm pushed him to keep up a steady, hasty pace despite his senses being overwhelmed.

He stepped closer to the wall, bending her almost in half with her legs pressed flat between them, back completely against the tile. Her flexibility as Ladybug always came in handy when trying different positions.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and stared into his eyes, vision getting blurry. His grunts became higher, teeth gritted together.

She watched his face as it screwed up in pleasure. She cupped his face with her hands and stifled a moan.

"You're doing so good, my kitty." She praised, knowing he was soft for her kind words.

"Ahhh, shit." He moaned out, hips sputtering upwards as he came.

The feeling of him filling her was enough for her to reach her own orgasm. Her body shook violently as she screamed, announcing to the countryside she was cumming.

He continued holding her incredibly close to him as they both panted, their noses pressed together. She thumbed over his cheeks, his hands gripping his waist tightly.

He finally allowed her to slide down, her legs shaking as they reached the tile. He kept his arms around her as she got used to standing again. She leaned her head on his chest and trailed her fingers along his pecks.

Her ran his hands around her skin softly, plucking the latch of her bra apart and sliding it down her arms.

"You should wear stuff like this more often." He whispered as he planted a kiss to her head.

"You should pound me in the shower more often."

He took the liberty of pumping shampoo into his hands and frothing it into her hair as she calmed down. She hummed happily as he did so. The peaceful moment being interrupted by the sounds of Alya in the next room catching up to them.

"One point for me." Adrien joked as Nino tiredly sat at the bar stool in the kitchen.

Nino yawned. "Don't get too smug."

Alya looked at the two suspiciously. "What was that 'point' comment for?"

Nino put his arm around her neck. "Just guy stuff, don't worry, babe."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure."

Marinette set a plate of croissants on the counter. "Courtesy of Tom Dupain." She said happily.

Adrien looked at the plate like it was the last in the world and immediately grabbed a few. As marinette reached, Alya nudged her side with her elbow and wiggled her eyebrows.

Marinette looked at her confused. "What?" She whispered.

"How'd you sleep? If you know what I mean." She said back quietly.

Marinette blushed. "So good my body is kinda sore from my sleeping positions." She joked back.

"Nino slept crazily last night, crazier than normal, at least." She winked.

The boys looked at the two with confused expressions, not quite understanding what was being conversed.

The next 10 days went by incredibly fast, the four getting sunburns and swim suits full of salt. Sadly Adrien and Nino tied. As marinette shoved her pink suitcase back into the car, Adrien placed a hand on the small of her back.

She looked up at him with a smile. He scanned his eyes over her tanned shoulders and grunted. "I don't want to go home." He said grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips.

She made an awe sound and turned towards him to hug him. "We just need to go on vacation more, Kitty Cat."

Alya jumped into the back of the car and put her shades over her eyes. "Alright people, let's get a move on, I have blog content to edit."

Marinette stood on her tiptoes to kiss his nose before getting in the car. Adrien looked back at the house and smiled thinking about his mom and dad.

He felt a small tug on his shirt and he looked down. "Come on, Paris needs Chat Noir and Ladybug." Plagg whispered.

Fin

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #adrinette #adrienette #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous lb #miraculous marinette #miraculous adrien #smut #lemon #fanfic

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mamawasatesttube · 6 months ago

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Hi! It was very cool and interesting to read your Supergirl guide, I didn't know most of info on it! Thank you for making it!

If you can, can you make it more high contrast? It was very scary when I stopped reading and my eyes stopped working suddenly 😅 (they needed rest for beginning to work again). I googled and it sounds a bit like eyestrain so maybe it will be easier to understand what happened. (Sorry, English is not my first language)

Anyway! Thank you for sharing this information! I think Cir-El is my favourite now

yeah asdkfj that was one problem with working with colors picked from the supergirl logo 😭the colors are def kinda rough! the original post has all of the text from the images in the alt text, if that helps.

i'm not sure if there's much point in editing the images themselves now because the post has already spread the highly saturated version around, so even if i change the og it'll still be like that in all the reblogs. BUT i can do you one better and just put the plain text here:

Who's That Supergirl? A brief guide to distinguishing the various holders of the Supergirl mantle in the Postcrisis era!

“There’s more than one...?”

•Indeed! Kind of like how there’s been a bunch of Robins, there have been a few Supergirls. They are:

•Kara Zor-El, precrisis edition

•Precrisis Kara was Linda Lee Danvers!

•Matrix (Mae Kent)

•Linda Danvers (an homage to Linda Lee Danvers)

•Cir-El (very briefly)

•Kara Zor-El, again (postcrisis edition)

•Postcrisis Kara is Linda Lang!

“Why are there so many Supergirls?!”

•During “Crisis on Infinite Earths”, the original Supergirl, Kara Zor-El, died.

•This is because DC wanted to relaunch Superman as the “Last Son Of Krypton” – no more other Kryptonians, no more Krypto the Superdog, no more of Clark’s boyhood as Smallville’s Superboy. (Look up the Byrne run on Superman if you’re curious about more!)

•However, “Supergirl” as a concept was still a character niche with potential. She could no longer be Kryptonian, but a female ally of Superman’s with similar powers could exist, in theory, especially as the mandate got more relaxed and Byrne left Superman books.

•Therefore: the first non-Kryptonian Supergirl appeared!

Matrix (Mae Kent)

•First introduced in Superman vol 2. #21 (“The Supergirl Saga” #1)

•From an alternate dimension where she was artificially created to be a hero, but her world died. She returned to the main universe with Superman.

•A shapeshifter made of “protoplasm” – she can turn invisible or take the shapes of other people, but shifting form takes a toll on her!

•Dated Lex Luthor (until she realized he sucked and then nearly murdered him! Go queen!)

•Supergirl from 1988 - 1996

Linda Danvers

•First introduced in Supergirl vol. 4 #1 (1996).

•Mae accidentally fused with a human girl named Linda Danvers while trying to save her life. She also gained the powers of an “Earth-born Angel”, including wings made of holy fire.

•(Lots of angel/demon stuff happens in Supergirl vol. 4. If that’s your jam, you might enjoy it!)

•At first, as a human, Linda has the form of Linda Danvers (a short brunette), but can transform into Supergirl (Mae’s taller, blonde form).

•(Yes, the Supergirl who goes to Dante’s Disco Inferno with Young Justice is Linda.)

Linda Danvers, Continued

•From Supergirl vol. 4 #51 (December 2000) onwards, Linda and Mae are no longer fused.

•Linda retains some powers of her own, but not as strong as they used to be, and no more of the angel stuff. She also no longer shapeshifts – she uses a blonde wig as Supergirl, but is shorter than she used to be.

•Linda’s powers are an homage to early iterations of Superman, who could not fly but could leap an eight of a mile, etc!

•This version of Linda wears the white crop-top costume!

Precrisis Kara (Surprise!)

•In Supergirl vol. 4 #75 (December 2002), due to dimension travel shenanigans, precrisis Kara’s rocket lands on postcrisis Earth, and Linda finds her!

•Precrisis Kara doesn’t stick around too long before she goes back to her own timeline, but she does make appearances in a couple other Superman and Superfamily-related comics at this time, alongside Kon-El and Linda.

•As a nod to the way Linda Danvers was an homage to Linda Lee Danvers (precrisis Kara’s human identity), when she returns to her own timeline, Kara says she likes the name Linda Danvers, and throws in “Lee” for “Leesburg”, the town Linda Danvers lived in.

Postcrisis Kara

•Linda Danvers retires from heroics in Supergirl vol. 4 (May 2003).

•Mirroring her precrisis origins, postcrisis Kara arrives in a rocket in Superman/Batman #8 (May 2004).

•The “Last Son” mandate is over – Kara Zor-El is Kal-El’s cousin, a fellow survivor of the destruction of Krypton.

•Kara is eventually taken in by Lana Lang, who offers to let her be her “niece”, Linda Lang.

•In her human disguise, she wears (the then-deceased) Kon-El’s glasses. 🥺

•Postcrisis Kara wears a blue crop-top costume!

Cir-El (Mia)

•First appears in “Superman: The 10¢ Adventure” (Jan. 2003)

•A human girl who is experimented on and given powers based on Superman’s genes, and told she is Superman’s daughter. She is sent back in time from the future to meet Superman.

•Her mind is split between Mia, the normal girl who resents Superman and what’s been done to her, and Cir-El, Supergirl, who has powers and believes Superman is her father (until Kelex runs some tests on her and confirms otherwise).

•She has a few adventures in Metropolis before ultimately realizing she is a pawn in a scheme by Brainiac 12 to take down Superman, and, horrified, destroys herself to ensure it never happens.

Thanks for reading! Here’s some of my favorite caps of the family with Supergirls! (Caps: 1: Cir, Traci 13, and Nat Irons asleep together. 2: Kon teaching Mae to play Magic The Gathering. 3: The Superfamily in "Superman Vs Darkseid: Apokolips Now!". 4: Lana Lang with her arm around Kara as Linda Lang.

#answers #cowarddragon #supergirl

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 5 months ago

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OC outfits

Thanks @mundanemoongirl here!

Rules: post pictures of your OCs' outfits! Remember to cite your sources and include image IDs to make sure your post is accessible!!!

Previous outfits:

Lexi, Maddie, Ash, Gwen

Noelle, Rose, Kelsey, Robbie, Akash

For the record, I'm still figuring out Alii outfits, so I'm avoiding those who grew up in Alium for now. I'm still keeping four pictures for each person.

Hye-Jin Song

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Blouse, Vest, Turtleneck, Shoes

Gonna be honest, I wouldn't put it past Hye-Jin to where all three chest garments at the same time, but that's not necessary what I was going for. Hye-Jin varies with what I want her to wear, but I'll usually choose a blouse, a vest, and/or a turtleneck when designing it. The jeans pictured are all something like she'd wear, and I can see her sporting a high-waisted pants/crop top combo. She does wear gloves, due to not being in control of her powers, but she hates them, unlike Lexi.

Other Hye-Jin: OC in three, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, bingo, origin, fun facts

Liam Beaumont

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Shirt, Shorts, Jacket, Shoes

Liam has had this color palette for as long as I can remember. Browns and greens. With brown hair and green eyes, he has such a natural aesthetic. I was stuck on what shoes to give him, but scrolling through a bunch allowed me to find both. I used to be so unsure about his pants, but as soon as I thought of shorts, I knew he had to have them! Even with his jacket! I think this is nice, and his design I think all comes together with his shorts, not to be dramatic.

Other Liam: OC in three, interview, questionnaire one, questionnaire two

Ewan Traeger

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Sweater, Pants, Scarf, Shoes

Ewan and Liam used to have similar color schemes, but I knew I'd have to change that. Nothing was super interesting about Ewan's design, and while I used to associate him more with green, it's now Liam, so if anyone needed a makeover, it was Ewan. Purple is very different, and most of my characters don't have purple colors in their designs, so someone had to get purple! But the green is leftover in the shoes. The sweater and scarf were added a while ago when I first started adding to his design.

Other Ewan: OC in three, kiss, Picrew, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, questionnaire three

Jazlyn Nyambura

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Tank, Shorts, Necklace, Shoes

Jazlyn has always worn a red tank top. I have to have her continue wearing it! She loves showing off her legs, which make up a noticeable majority of her height, and because she can't find any pants that fit properly, she just goes with shorts for daily wear. The necklace is her birthstone and it was a present from Ewan. I've been stuck on her shoes for a while, but I've given her basketball shoes since she plays, and I thought those went with the outfit.

Other Jazlyn: OC in three, interview, Picrew, kiss, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, questionnaire three

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+ ANYONE ELSE

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#the secret portal #teaspoon #tsp #my ocs #oc tag game #oc outfits #writing community #hye-jin song #liam beaumont #ewan traeger #jazlyn nyambura #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community #writing tag game

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scarlet--wiccan · 5 months ago

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There’s a (admittedly unverified) rumor that Orlando said the variant witch girl with the pink hair/purple outfit would be showing up in SW 6. But now we know she’s going to be on a team with the other new champions characters (and Justin Jin). Do you have any thoughts on this? I’m a little overwhelmed. I like the design enough but it seems like there’s so many young superheroes and especially magicians they’re all getting the short end of the stick rn

Before I get too far ahead of myself, I can confirm that Orlando teased that the character in question (pictured below) would appear in an upcoming issue of Scarlet Witch. It was on twitter, and I don't have the post saved-- it may have been deleted-- so you'll just have to take my word for it, but I definitely saw it.

I don't mind these characters being adapted into canon, but I definitely find them redundant and uninteresting. It is absolutely frustrating to see new characters come and go every few years, especially when these younger casts are where Marvel allots most of its token inclusivity. It's hard not to roll your eyes whenever a new crop of kids rolls in, while characters we met five or ten years ago are still waiting for their time in the sun.

For anyone who's not sure what we're talking about, last year, Marvel put out a collection of "New Champions" variant covers that were based loosely on the new Spider-Boy character. The idea was that artists would design hypothetical sidekicks or successors for existing heroes. These characters were not, initially, meant to be included in canon, however, several of them were introduced in the current Spider-Woman series as part of a team called the Alliance. It was later revealed that the kids were victims of HYDRA scientists who had given them artificial powers and false memories-- their hokey junior-Avenger personas, therefore, were illusions belying a much darker origin story. I thought that it was a clever way to justify the intentionally cartoonish, reductive character concepts while actually giving them depth and pathos.

This week at SDCC, Marvel presented promotional art teasing an upcoming story involving even more of these "New Champions" alongside the Alliance members and a few other recent characters like Kid Juggernaut. I expect that many of these characters will introduced individually over the next few months-- the blue-themed Ghost Rider in the center will be featured in October's Robbie Reyes special, and the pink-haired girl in the top left will allegedly appear in an upcoming issue of Scarlet Witch. If they stick to Spider-Woman's playbook and give the cast a believable reason for their copycat powers and getups, then I can buy into it.

Junior legacy characters are a harder sell than I think most people realize. Marvel's done it a few times, but most of these titles, like Young Avengers or Children of the Atom, subvert the premise by revealing that the kids aren't what they initially seem. Champions played it straigt, but it worked because it had a strong core cast of pre-existing characters. These "New Champions" need to change it up, or else they'll feel exactly like the cheap imitation they always have been.

As for Wanda-- I'm not really interested in giving her a new protogee when she's got two kids of her own, a young niece, Darcy, Holly, and a whole school full of students to pick from.

#new champions #scarlet witch

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stillness-in-green · 1 year ago

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Favorite Characters of 2023

Saw this meme template by @limayde and had to drop anything more productive because I Love Character Memes. I tried to focus on characters who particularly signified 2023 in fandom for me, not necessarily just my favorites in any given fandom, and certainly not my favorites of all time! So consider it a reasonable representation of what I read/was reading/was still thinking about last year.

(I'm also relatively sure I could fill this out entirely with BNHA characters, but if I were to do that, it would be with the goal of representing how much I was thinking about said characters in terms of Fix-It Fic(s) Brainstorming, rather than simply how much I like them. Yoichi would be prominent in the former and not present at all in the latter, for example.)

Anyway, after much painstaking cropping, here it is!

(A full list of who all these people are and a blurb apiece of my thoughts on them, as well as the meme template, can be found beneath the cut!)

Most Favorite Blorbo(s) of 2023

Lord Glück and Macht of El Dorado (Sousou no Frieren) – Macht's was the arc that turned me around on Frieren's treatment of demons—he’s so interesting, and so tragic, totally set in his ways while also yearning to change them. Glück, meanwhile, is so devoted to his word, blunt in his assessment of Macht’s character but wholly sincere about trying to give him the knowledge and environment he needs to change. My BF asked me for the spoiler-free version of what I liked about them, and the best I can sum it up as is, “A mutual acceptance despite the parts of each other they can’t understand,” and, “They’ve made each other promises that go all the way to end, to the goddamn end.” Thirty years of that! I am once again begging on my hands and knees for Frieren to get a second season, and also, if the universe really loves me, to end the first season with a tease for the Golden City.[1]

(I cheated a bit here; the central square is intended for a single supreme fave, not center-mounting one's OTP. I am, however, entirely incapable of picking one of those two above the other. Also, putting them both there does bring the character count to a nice even 50.}

1: A second tease. There’s actually been one already, a reference to Macht’s enchanted jewelry, squirreled away in some on-screen text—one of the anime’s many additions to the background detail compared to the manga.

12 Characters vs. 12 Months In A Year. Coincidence? Probably!

(Starting at the top left corner and moving clockwise.)

Shigaraki Tomura (BNHA) – 2023 was the year Shigaraki Tomura got his groove back, thank heavens. While he didn’t get much material in which to speak his own mind—really just Chapters 379 and 411, a full year apart (the latter didn’t officially come out until just a few days ago; we just got the leaks a week early). We’ll see how he holds up going forward, but even those few scenes effortlessly demonstrate just how profound a waste of time handing AFO the reins to the end game was. Here’s to not letting Heroes off the hook in the new year!

Iguchi Shuuichi/Spinner (BNHA) – Spent a lot of 2023 worrying about this guy. Still am worried about this guy. But him turning the tides of the war at the end of 2022 shifted the whole course of the battle, and new we’ve got Shigaraki invoking The Horizon to finally give us incontrovertible evidence that Shigaraki and Spinner have talked about more than just video games! 2024 is shaping up Spinaraki!

Yotsubashi Rikiya/Re-Destro (BNHA) – I provide fanart for this man because, of course, he was in the actual canon not at all last year, absent a single flashback panel from Hose Face, not at all making up for what a caricature that character was otherwise. All the good Re-Destro content I was getting last year was thanks to @nickfoo’s wonderful, wonderful fanart of him. Thanks for continuing to give this guy love, foo! (full art here)

Geten (BNHA) – Himura backstory reveal! And that revelation accounted for the only fanfic I posted last year at all, as well as being super satisfying in terms of largely clearing Todoroki Enji of the responsibility for the heteromorphobic microaggressions perpetrated by certain of his children, as well as giving us some more hints about Geten and Re-Destro’s relationship. Exquisite. (Now just let him have something to say that isn’t mostly there to Contextualize Dabi.)

Vamirio/Anne from Management (Helck) – I reread Helck last year in celebration of its anime, and just to reiterate this again, Vamirio and her determination lead her to make firm stands and fiery declarations about her combat role and priorities that Deku has never even fuckin’ thought about. Vamirio a best; vote Vamirio for Head of Management.

Samuel Murphy +Hal and Nobu (Canis: The Speaker) – Sam’s my favorite of another inseparable trio, probably because, at least as an adult, he’s the most vulnerable—not simply because he lacks the firearms or goons that his partners’ positions allow them to call to hand, but also because of his struggles with insomnia. Whip-smart, observant, and well-spoken, and I always have had a preference for the smart ones.

Jasper (Steven Universe) – I started reading @faelapis’s post-canon Jasper exploration fic Something Better last year and absolutely fell in love with it. It reminded me all over again how much I love Jasper, and how much I wanted a story that gave her all the time she needed to change.

Somei Yoshino (Yakuza Fiancée) – Last year saw the anime announcement and Yoshino’s totally amazing bathtub fight with Azami, which I guess there are cowards out there who didn’t like? RIP to them but I’m different, I guess! I’ll watch Yoshino break her terrible suitors’ fingers any time!

Wolfgang Grimmer (Monster) – Reread the back half of Monster last year solely because I love Grimmer and wanted to read his material again. A perennial favorite, manga and character alike. I love a man held together with scotch tape, stitches and good intentions.

Boutarou the Pirate (Golden Kamuy) – Probably not my actual favorite character in the series, but I finally got to see him in anime form last year after a maddening wait thanks to the delay in 2022. Shiraishi’s best ship and a feral merman (look at the way he uses his hair and tell me I'm wrong) that someone unaccountably let walk around on dry land. A+ character.

Sailor Cosmos (Sailor Moon) – Speaking of characters with a huge wait on seeing them in the anime..! God, I’ve wanted anime Sailor Cosmos since high school, and I’m thrilled to finally get her (and the merch that would accompany her).

Mitaka Asa (Chainsaw Man) – I read the first half of Chainsaw Man a while back, largely on the basis of @robotlesbianjavert’s enthusiasm, and while I enjoyed it well enough, particularly Denji’s assorted travails, I never got super invested in it because, not having to wait week to week for releases, there was never really enough time to get attached to most characters before they got unceremoniously offed. Whether it’s the week-to-week wait or just that I like Asa as a character more, she’s really done the job of getting me interested in the series. I love this loser failgirl and I want only the best for her; while I doubt that’s what she’ll get, at least I can watch her torture logic to make sick weapons and have affecting scenes about her own crippling inadequacy issues in the meantime.

36 Others

(As before, starting on the top left and moving clockwise through the BNHA Zone.)

Scarecrow/Spinner’s Number 2 (BNHA) – Scarecrow’s big speechifying moments would have been back in autumn of 2022, but I still loved him more than enough in 2023 for him to make this grid. He was reduced to a shallow caricature and still had to get knocked off a roof because no one could actually out-argue him, and through all of that unendurable authorial laziness, his potential still shines through for me. Stan the MLA, MLA 5Evah.

Toga Himiko (BNHA) – The only Villain whose Hero foil plotline is working for me on any level, though a lot is hanging on whether or not she, y’know, lives. She definitely should have gotten to stab the bejeezus out of Hawks, and Ochaco should definitely go on the run with her once Apple Cheeks realizes that the HeroAca justice system could not possibly be relied upon to do anything other than throw Toga in a hole for a few years before executing her.

Gentle Criminal (BNHA) – The only redeemed villain whose regard for Deku functions at all thematically. Lady N’s return is hogswash on multiple levels, but I will defend Gentle’s without reservation.

Kunieda + Aoyama Yuuga (BNHA) – Consider these two to be a stand-in for all the thinking I did last year about Fix-It Fic scenarios for this whole final arc. For example, Kunieda in the canon speaks far too knowledgeably both about and to Aoyama for them to be total strangers, so why not plant some seeds for their confrontations earlier? I ask the reader to consider this:

In a version of the Edgy Deku arc that allowed the rest of 1-A to get out into the world to help out with relocation efforts, they one day come across a scene of dread: a neighborhood full of corpses and Kunieda’s flowers. Aoyama has a noticeably shaken reaction, which he plays off as just horror to his similarly horrified classmates, but the truth is that he’s got prior history with Kunieda—AFO didn’t plop corpses in front of his parents to intimidate them (because that’s ham-handed and silly), but bodies were still involved. They’d turn up buried in the family's fancy gardens sometimes, always heralded by those vivid red-black flowers…

Frieren (Sousou no Frieren) – I was relatively neutral on the title character until the anime came out and I had to suffer through The Discourse about her attitude towards demons (arguments on both sides tending to be poorly considered and ignorant, both of canonical details and real-world relevance). That made me a bit more defensive of her, but even setting my contrarianism aside, I was also very pleased with how she navigated the manga’s most recent arc.[2] She’s maybe the first character I can think of who I have actively wanted to write Asexual Representation fic for, if only because my answer to, “Does she Romantically Love Himmel?” is much more complex than just saying, “No, she only saw him as a friend,” or, “Yes, and now she’s going to be sad about her Tragically Lost Love for the rest of her life and we need to write all the fix-it fics about that.”

2: She wants to go home! Her feelings for Himmel, whatever they are, are of less importance to her than going home! Despite everything we know about how she perceives time, she still values her “now” more than her lost “then”! My gloating aside, though, I was far more affected by the sword scene than I was the wedding attire or the near kiss. Being trapped in a wedding illusion? Trite, overplayed. Being trapped in a wedding illusion yet still being able to wrap your hands around your partner’s arm and faithfully guide them into drawing the sword neither of you can perceive? Now that’s intimacy!

Heiter (Sousou no Frieren) – While I had little overall use for the aforementioned most recent arc of Frieren, I did very much enjoy my favorite member of the Hero Party getting a moment to demonstrate what being The Priest Of The Party That Defeated The Demon King actually means in practice. Grausam being unable to put him down with an illusion? Being the only one who could defend his downed companions? The sheer level of trust he has in Himmel? A little bit of vulnerability where he’s bare seconds away from getting gibbed by Grausam? Heiter is the member of the party that we get the least amount of in on: Sein didn’t stay with the party long enough to serve as a point of comparison, and despite Heiter raising Fern, she didn’t assume his role in the new group, like Stark did Eisen’s, nor do her reminiscences about him get anywhere near the amount of screentime that Frieren’s do of Himmel. So for real, you guys, Chapter 118 was so good.

Edward (Shadows House) – *bangs fists on table* WORST BOY WORST BOY WORST BOY!! Anime Edward is pants, but Manga Edward is where it’s at, always keeping Kate scrambling, always coming out on top of his maneuverings against his peer group rivals, just flappable enough that his victories doesn’t look effortless, and engaging enough that his smugness feels earned rather than intended to turn the reader against him. I have no idea how the story is going to deal with the adult shadows, who are after all still just as brainwashed and wronged by Grandfather’s workings as the kids are! If anything, they’re worse off, having already been manipulated into losing the “faces” they must once have loved dearly. Thus, while Kate and her allies certainly approach the conflict with a very Us vs. Them, Adults=The Enemy mentality, the screentime Edward’s own affairs get, fully independent of how they intersect with Kate’s, along with an avowed desire to improve the House that parallels Kate’s, make me hopeful that the authors have something a little more nuanced in mind than, “Free the current victims by wiping out all the previous ones.”

Melinda Desmond (Spy x Family) – The main cast are all perfectly fine, but Melinda is interesting. Super curious to find out more about the Desmond family dynamics, and I love Melinda bouncing around with Yor. (I swear, though, judging by the collective response to the most recent chapter, the fandom is going to turn me into a Donovan Apologist yet. Only one member of that family has visible scars suggesting brain surgery, folks!!)

Anti/Knight/Gridknight (Gridman Universe) – Always my favorite single character from both Gridman and Dynazenon, and he was characteristically great in the movie as well. His scene with Akane at the end was only my second favorite beat because, while it’s wonderful emotionally cathartic (more fanservice like this, please!), it’s also kind of muddled thanks to the idea of Gridman!Anti and Dynazenon!Knight being two separate entities. Churlish to hold that against it, though, when it's so heartfelt.

Minami Yume + Asanaka Yomogi (Gridman Universe) – Such a great pairing in their own show—I once saw someone call them forced, which has always struck me as just being too high on Bashing The Hets to see that Yomogi and Yume have a great arc towards getting together, actually. Seeing them be unabashedly together and happy about it in the film was 100% delightful and deserved. Yume swooping down out of the sky on Dynarex to scoop up her wifeguy boyfriend is my actual favorite beat in the movie.

Hyura (Helck) – Firstly, the dry humor around Hyura is fantastic. (“Something like an arm grows back simply enough. That’s just common sense.” “It doesn’t, right?” “It does not.”) Secondly, she’s the biggest badass in the secondary cast. Thirdly, she and Edil have the designated rival ship dynamic (incredibly rare to see across gender lines in shounen manga), and Hyura holds her own all the way to the end. Hyura is great.

Mikaros (Helck) – “Yes, we may have lost some assets and I personally shattered the mind of one of our strongest soldiers, removing him from the playing field. But the important thing is that I personally overcame my trauma, so overall it’s a win.” What a slimeball. What a total heap. And what an excellent example of the end-stage stakes driving the title character's choice in the epilogue! I love Mikaros unreservedly.

Harold Aldo Hughes and Iwaki Tadanobu + Sam (Canis: The Speaker) – Transformation, reinvention, the fierceness of devotion and the ruthlessness of rebirth—I don’t love them quite as much as I do Sam, but they’re also both great.

Hera (Lore Olympus) – Lore Olympus is one of those series I read more because it’s interesting enough while also being blisteringly gorgeous than because I’m deeply invested in the characters, but the plotline about Hera and Kronos really has pulled me all the way into active, character-specific interest. Great, tense, painful stuff. Can’t wait to see where she goes following recent events.

Redcloak (Order of the Stick) – His last really insightful and heartwrenching scene was in the year before last—that fantastic exchange with Oona!—but for as long as I’m reading OOTS, Redcloak is going to be a favorite. God, the Law Elemental summoning is so funny.

Hyness (Kirby franchise) – This one’s entirely on my sis-in-law—like another character further down the list, I am not remotely “in” the Kirby fandom. But what can I say—tell me about a warped cult leader who started in a bad place and only got worse who still managed to get saved by the Hero taking a leap of faith that paid off, and tell me the fandom calls him a horrible abuser? Sorry, but I Have No Choice But To Stan. (full art here)

Lafcadio Boone (The Sexy Brutale) – Replayed this again last year, and it’s still great. In a sense, despite its sizeable named cast, it really only has the one character, and his story is such that I want to make every single person on tumblr that gets hyperbolic about the forgiveness and redemption of fictional wrongdoers play this game. “Time to move on, old man,” indeed.

Sissel (Ghost Trick) – Finally got the remaster of this and replayed it, and it’s also still great. Knowing The Spoilers about Sissel seriously make replays such a scream, but also man is this game really sitting on some completely over-the-top darkness not at all far beneath its candy apple red and Matrix-text green surface.

Pavitr Prabhakar/Spider-Man India (Across the Spider-Verse) – Strictly in terms of character writing, he’s very fun, but I don’t think he’s as strong as Spider-Punk or Miguel O'Hara, but on the other hand, he’s so much fun, especially to simply watch in motion. Most of the rest of the leads, however varied their artstyles might be, still feel like they move in basically the same ways, just with varying levels of grace vs. power, intent vs. controlled collapse, but because of the way Pavitr uses his thread, he moves completely differently, and it’s just a ton of fun to watch. The first character I went hunting for fanart of when I got out of the movie theater.

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman (Across the Spider-Verse) – I have outstanding affection for Spider-Gwen from reading her comics back when, but that opening Vulture fight, the fantastic look of her dimension, and all the trans signaling kept her right at the top, too.

Brutha (Discworld: Small Gods) – @codenamesazanka read this and a few of the Watch books last year, prompting me to do some rereads as well, and Brutha and Small Gods remain very dear to me. I only wish more artists would draw versions of him that remotely resemble “fat, simple-looking young man from a desert country in fantasy!expy!Middle East” rather than “suspiciously trim and Benedictine.”

Sam Vimes (Discworld series) – Ditto on Nal’s read above, but also chatted with foo a lot about this guy, and he’s been my favorite single character in the series since high school. It takes very little to prompt me to reread his books generally, but last year was the first time I’ve had it in me to reread Snuff, as it was previously a little too tied up in my feelings about the last few books prior to Pratchett’s death. Regardless of anything else, though, Snuff is the book for Sam/Sybil.

Mina Murray (#DRCL: Midnight Children) – Discovered this lush chonk of horror phantasmagoria last year and I’m kind of in love with it. Its take on Mina anchors it well—she’s smart and fiery but up against ingrained sexism and classism in her setting, and not too Anachronistic Grrl Power to not be hurt by that sometimes; she’s stubborn, but vulnerable to the supernatural horrors in the way any child would be. An unreliable but intriguing and sympathetic narrator.

Capone Bege (One Piece) – The other character I got onto largely without getting into the series he hails from, nickfoo—whose art I again use to illustrate—does great work with this guy, a once-jovial monster shocked back from that moral brink by marriage and fatherhood. Still gets a bit Into It at work, but tries not to bring it home, at least as much as that can be avoided when carrying both family and crew around in the same heart/sub-dimensional space. (Also, foo’s version of Bege is great, but her rendition of Chiffon is—speaking as someone who doesn’t read the series and can only gauge by image search or skimming the wiki—borderline miraculous, accurate to Oda’s lively caricature design, but so much more sensitive, expressive and human.)

Prince Kazu/Lady Chikako (Ooku: The Inner Chambers) – On the occasion of the Netflix anime, I finally tracked down and finished Ooku last year, and when I tell you that I laughed more and harder in the final arc than I did through the entire rest of the series combined… The Kyoto cast members are a big part of why,[3] and none more delightful than the stuffy, prideful, possessive, and deeply impetuous Chikako, one of the most singularly human characters in the whole 19-volume melodrama.

3: Catty ex-male prostitute turned head of the Inner Chambers Takiyama is the other part of this equation, by the way.

Gao Shun (The Apothecary Diaries) – Long-suffering stoics are my absolute favorite type, and that holds true even though Gao Shun's stoicism has been largely a humorous beat thus far. I want this guy to get more attention, but until then, I will continue to enjoy his weary exasperation every time he has to deal with Mao Mao’s eccentricities/Jinshi’s enthusiasm about same.

Mao Mao (The Apothecary Diaries) – Best female character of the season, for sure, but I’ve been reading one of the manga for a while now, and she’s a regular delight. Eccentric and ruthless by turns, painfully aware of the limitations of her position and yet wholly willing to make her own decisions and exert her own agency within those limitations without ever concerning herself with whether she should ask permission from or report to someone above her rank. Mao Mao’s mercy takes the form of knowing when to speak and when to demure, and every time I see some stuck-in-their-own-ethical-framework commenter complain about her moral compass, I appreciate it harder.

Accustomizer Stud/Tiffany (Angelic Acceptor Alouette) – Enthusiastically resourceful teenage girl who would probably be super into transhumanism if she hadn’t fallen in with angels (sic) instead, transforming into the gloriously nonbinary pile of muscles and amazing hair that is Accustomizer Stud, Tiffany’s ultimate expression of her inner self. Stud is magnanimous, gracious, and well-spoken, and they are also VERY LOUD AND FIGHTY. My absolute favorite character in a game wall-to-wall with great characters.

Yuunagi Tsubasa/Cure Wing (Hirogaru Sky PreCure) – The first Official Boy Cure with absolutely no provisos or qualifications or ways to wiggle out of it, and the show gets him just right by playing him basically completely straight. Has a costume no one would look twice at in a magical girl line-up, wastes no time on masculine embarrassment at his frills, with the only nod he/the show make towards his gender at all being to frame his role as being a knight to a princess, rather than simply a guardian to one, but it’s not really what he’s about. His actual character is driven by knowledge, studiousness, and a desire to overcome the limitations placed on him by being a human/pudgy flightless bird fairy.

Kei Miyama (Go With the Clouds, North By Northwest) – Something of a stand-in for his series generally, which I read the two most recent volumes of last year and fell in love with all over again—particularly the most recent one, which switches deftly between depictions of shattering, world-hollowing grief and the beguiling intimacy of the rhythms of life and nature. But my love for the manga itself aside, Kei’s a great protagonist, full of little contradictions and snags that make him feel much more fleshed out and grounded than your average animanga male lead, even as he’s running around doing very Animanga Male Lead Things, like solving mysteries by using his Strange Power to get information a normal person could not.

Lord El-Melloi II/Waver Velvet (Fate franchise) – Waver is possibly my favorite character of all time in any medium, so it takes very little to rekindle the love. In last year's case, it took the Fate/strange Fake special! Love to see my boy continue to wrest more narrative space for himself than he was originally allotted by virtue of being a run-away audience favorite of the Fate/Zero anime!

Ivan (Giant Robo: The Day the Earth Stood Still) – Got the remastered Blu-ray last year as a gift, and guess what? I still love Ivan in all his cartoonish mini-boss villainy layered over the pathos of tragic loss and resentment. Honestly, I can only assume he’s as well-adjusted as he is because Alberto is so inspiring to work in close quarters with (mood), because otherwise I’d think it pretty unfair that the sole surviving Bashtarle national in the story gets so little to say about/to the people who blew it up.

Isurugi Camice (Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans) – I was a bit too preoccupied with BNHA meta last year to think much about my prior fandom phase, but I still made time to rotate Isurugi in my mind from time to time. As one of my beloved long-suffering stoics, I can always make that kind of time for him. (Image source is from the cover of a doujinshi I have, because melancholy BL doujinshi is definitely more the kind of tonal zone my mental rotations were occupying than they were canon’s!)

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(If anyone reading this wants to give it a whirl, I reccommend blowing it up to x2 size; makes the small squares easier to work with.)

#memes #MEEEEEEEEMES #bnha #sousou no frieren #helck #magical girls and sundry shounen #small nonweeb corner #gundam ibo #fate whatever #sorry to the non-mutuals for the random tag-in #thank you for your fic/your meme grid and have an amazing new year

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Fallout Series Positives:

Pretty faithful to the look and feel of Fallout, whether we're going BIG with technology and creatures, or small with food and tools

First episode an absolutely stellar introduction, got me hooked to the plot, got me invested in the characters, absolutely trashed my emotions and made me cry twice, first at the very beginning then again more towards the end

That Fallout branded mix of goofy, corny humor and absolutely sobering scenes of either how terrifying or deeply sad the world is

Action Sequences that either feel completely accurate to the standard game or like someone has Bloody Mess active.

Our main Vault Dweller is exactly how I felt first experiencing these games and it has been lovely watching her progression from sheltered/slightly off socialization to adapting to the surface while still maintaining the root of her core values

The Ghoul is a terrifying badass that is very entertaining to watch and whose experience with the world feels on par with how I approach the games now

Maximus clearly is on the road to being disillusioned with the Brotherhood and slowly becoming a better person, it is taking him time and effort and the journey is not yet over

Not sure if this would be a positive for everyone but watching the Knight go from intimidating figure to "I'm bored and want to shoot something." "*Sees creepy cave that clearly has something dangerous AND something they need in it* Fuck." "(uses companion as convenient meat shield/danger scout)" "*Is in fucking power armor but as soon as he is faced with something terrifying in nature and it is not going his way:* (running) fuck fuck fuck fuck" as much as he was an asshole it was hilarious seeing a representation of a True GamerTM experience.

I missed the more rotten ghouls of earlier games and so was pleasantly surprised by the inclusion of other ghouls that followed their design rules more than 4's raisin ghouls. Robert and Martha were devastating.

Some pretty good Vault horror honestly

A character's actions that were kind a messed up in a way that was clearly framed as comedic has SHARPLY turned sinister due to stuff that gets revealed at the very end and makes me very excited to see what more of their deal is the next time we see them.

Fallout Series ehhhs... (Will be containing spoilers):

Personal ehhhs:

Putting this ehhhh at the top because it's a very personal one that might be shared or might be different for other people, but a lot of the sexual things that cropped up (and for the most part seemed like they were meant to humorous? To get a laugh?) just really weren't doing it for me at best and making me deeply uncomfortable at worst. Would love a version with them cut. It does feel in line with a small part of Fallout 2's humor though so again mainly a personal ehhhh rather than disparaging the show for it.

This one might just be because I'm asexual but the romance between Maximus and Lucy feels forced? Allosexuals please advise, is it normal for infatuation to strike that fast and hold weight for so long after? I don't mind the two together, looking at their individual characters I do think that it could work, its just it feels off when the story is very clear about the intention that these two will end up together immediately upon them meeting. Again, I don't hate romance subplots in theory, it's just, in general, when they show up like this where it feels like it was tacked on in order to check a box, rather than fully explored into how that would develop, that kind of just bothers me.

As a small branch to that last one, if it is forced than it feels kind of bad that a lot of the positive developments of Maximus's character seem to only occur because of his crush on Lucy. Him wanting to help Lucy because he earnestly does want to follow the one value of the Brotherhood he's internalized, being a pillar of Justice for the wasteland, and her being a Vault Dweller following the Golden Rule clearly paints her as an innocent needing assistance and justice, well, that's all well and good, but her being able to influence his decisions because he doesn't want her to think bad of him in a romantic sense, if I'm reading that right... don't like it. Not to say that his character growth completely involves Lucy! His disillusionment with the Brotherhood happens without her, and he has positive growth with Thaddeus as well, it just seems like its easier for him to take steps back from his personal growth when she's not in the picture.

Production ehhhs:

some of the scenes had backgrounds that looked a little bit too much like they were taken straight from the game, with the actors in the foreground kind of visibly sticking out from them. I'm not sure if this is because they were using green screens for certain shots or what other explanation there might be for it. If it is green screens though... Amazon you cannot pull the wool over my eyes and claim that you did not have the funds to build actual sets for this tv show.

The initial introduction for CX404 was absolutely great and I was excited with how some frames seemed to emphasize her own perspective of what was going on around her and this one man that's cared for her since she was a pup, but any shots involving her after seem kind of weird with how they're cut and the perspective shots seemed to get dropped. Maybe I'm just spoiled with how well the shots were done with Jed in the Thing, and the perspective thing being dropped is really just a personal disappointment than anything wrong with the show, but, it's my blog so I'm gonna admit I'm disappointed that potential wasn't explored.

This one is kind of a true "ehhh," it's really all I can think to describe this thought when I remember John Boyega's role as Finn and watch this film. It feels off that, in this 3 protagonist cast, Aaron Moten and John Boyega both are in the role of a character whose background is coming from a deeply oppressive regime he's been brainwashed by since he was a child, and whose main soldiers are unilaterally recognized by the masked armor they wear. I do really like the archetypes they chose for the 3 protagonist cast! Pure of Heart Vault Dweller/Indoctrinated Brotherhood Scribe/Disillusioned Pre-War Ghoul, just... Thinking on the fact Aaron got the brotherhood role. Maybe this was done purposefully for a positive reason, but right now fresh off the show without digging into director/cast interviews that maybe explore this specifically it just. ehhh.

As much as I loved the horror set up for Vault 33 the span of time that goes between Norm and Chet discovering that and the next bit of investigation Norm does on the subject is. Incredibly long??? Brother clearly seems very resourceful and good at finding information, but with how the episodes are cut and framed it feels like a great amount of time goes by before he next tries to dig up anything on what happened to 33/why they were trying to get into Vault 31. I don't know man maybe this is because it's easier to do in a video game but I feel like if I found a bunch of corpses that wrote with their own blood how a discovered deception drove them to madness and were frozen in various states of doing whatever they conceivably could to break into a neighboring vault because of said discovery I think I would. Not sleep until I figured out just what was going on???

Lore ehhhs:

Same problem that usually occurs when Bethesda is at the seat of Worldbuilding. Philly might've fit ok in the West Coast back in Fallout 1 and 2 but it feels weird seeing a settlement like this 100 years in the future. 100 years ago for us was 1924, to kind of help put it into perspective. Having this all handwaved and explained as: "Well of course everyone's acting as if no progress was made since 100 years ago! Nukes were dropped on the NCR/Shady Sands and set them back to square one just recently!" Really isn't... good enough for me.

I've been away from the lore for a while so a lot of what I remember is vague rather than detailed, but I am getting the impression that Bethesda is making a bunch of tweaks to the history that was already set up by previous games and. I mean just honestly speaking I really don't trust their interpretations (to put it generously) of Fallout 1, 2, and even New Vegas's established lore. (EDIT: Oh no yeah I was definitely right they've straight up changed a lot and where they haven't made changes per say they have made choices for this present space of time that makes events in the first games kind of impossible)

The vials the Ghoul is reliant on. I've been generous with interpreting them as something that was recently invented, and used by ghouls who, at varying lengths of age, start showing signs of going feral. If the way the show seems to be framing them is true, that they are instead supposed to be things that have always existed and quietly used by ghouls to prevent every single one of them from going feral in the background of the games, then. No that is awful try again Bethesda. You cannot get me onboard with something like that, especially when it would've presented a really interesting quest opportunity AGES ago if true.

Character/Story ehhhs:

The amount of times something absolutely horrible happened that could've been prevented by something as simple as a character speaking up instead of just being set dropping is. Not small and pretty annoying. Miscommunication is pretty bad too. It's like watching a shitty romcom that knows the only way the scene will progress the way they want is if miscommunication happens but don't take the time to have that miscommunication occur in a believable way.

There is something very disjointed with our look at Cooper in the first episode vs. where he's ended up. The last shot we have of him is riding with his daughter as the bombs dropped, presumably trying in vain to put distance between them and the bombs/find shelter. His wife/her mother seems out of the picture at this point in time. But the Ghoul asks Lucy's dad where his family is, indicating that at some point between the bombs dropping his daughter ended up with his wife and he was separated from both of them. The only thing I can think of is that he somehow made it to his wife even though they were incredibly far from where ever she could possibly be with the Fallout quickly encroaching at their heels, and she took the daughter in a way that somehow kept Cooper from following/knowing their end destination and left him to succumb to the said encroaching Fallout. But, again, thinking about that very last shot of Cooper in the first episode, that feels really contrived and kind of implausible? If not impossible. Maybe they'll pull off an explanation that has me feeling less grumpy about it, though, who knows.

So okay hang on a minute. The overseer (look I forgot his name I'm sorry) was upset that his wife left the vault and took their two kids with her. The only possible way he could've thought to get his kids back was to nuke Shady Sands??? And he somehow had access to resources that would allow him to do that??? When he's been in the Vault and either entirely was frozen until recently or has periodically been put into and taken out of the freezer for 200 years??? The kids survived that/are not noticeably harmed by this experience???? The Brotherhood are somehow involved??? (I mean I can't think of any other reason why a knight was present as Little!Maximus stepped out and witnessed the devastation around him, they mostly stay in hiding on the West Coast by this point and for all they're so-called values they really aren't ever inclined to help out people in desperate need of it, so whatever they were doing it wasn't anything "good". Unless Bethesda is thinking of tweaking this aspect of their history as well which. It's not impossible unfortunately, considering they keep doing that/have already made changes in the show so far)

Don't get me started on Moldaver. I'm really disappointed we did not end this season with some kind of conversation between her and the Ghoul that would've given us any actual concrete information about her specifically that we weren't already shown by flashbacks and side characters talking about her. She is alive and looks exactly as she did 200 years ago. She doesn't appear to be a ghoul, as one from 200 years ago is obvious in appearance, it doesn't seem right that she would've been in cryostasis until recently, as she was clearly around when Lucy was a small child with barely developing memories and she, again, still looks EXACTLY the way she did before the bombs dropped. No explanation is given for this. I have a theory that she might be some kind of Phoenix-style new mutant that comes back to life no matter how many times she dies and so might not actually be dead, but that's relying a little (VERY) heavily on her Flame Mother epithet and again me being baffled that they killed the season antagonist when she seemed incredibly important to multiple characters and there's still so much mystery surrounding her. If I'm right that cryostasis is not the explanation for her still being alive and she's just been in the wasteland for 200 years, why has she only coordinated an attempt to get her research back now? How did she convince an Enclave Scientist of all people (granted, one who clearly has a soft spot) to get that research for her AND have it transported instead of kept for the Enclave? Why wait to go after the overseer at least a decade after the bombing and the murder of Rose? Why rely on raider help when she seems to be such a huge deal that she could've relied on better armed/more intelligent help? Why massacre a bunch of innocent people people who weren't in anyway involved with what happened to Shady Sands? Why not just wait until the cover of darkness, the newly wedded wife and all the other vault residents deeply sleeping, and whisk the overseer away then? Why put the two children that Rose clearly cared deeply for at risk? The raid of 32 was our kicker into this series, was incredibly interesting and investing, but now it just. Doesn't make any sense since we've learned who Moldaver actually is.

The reveal of the Vault 31-32-33 experiment and what was in Vault 31 was. Ok. Kind of deflating, honestly, considering how much was built up around it in Vault 33. Not to say that the experiment isn't still completely fucked up but. I don't know it doesn't seem as bad as to result in that kind of reaction that happened in 33. Maybe there is more to discover, though.

Actually no wait hold on. How did the raid in 32 even happen??? Bud is overseeing everything that happens in each vault, and the overseer (and possible any other originally vault 31 residents) of 33 had been dead for a long, LONG while before the raiders showed up. Bud didn't notice Vault 33 died?? If he did, this information wasn't passed on to the overseer of 32?? There was no suspicion on either Bud or the overseer's side that 33 has been quiet for so, again, VERY long, and no one investigated?? Bud didn't clock that the door had been opened by Rose, who was dead for at least a decade by this point?? The overseer wasn't suspicious AT ALL that he didn't recognize any of these supposed Vault 33 residents, especially considering the long silence beforehand??? This is an incredibly huge failure of management hoo boy. (The one, again, very generous interpretation I could give this is that the overseer did recognize Moldaver and her name, but only vaguely, fuzzily, which he chocked up as him not paying attention well enough to remember someone who must've been skilled enough in management to be made overseer. That doesn't explain the raiders with her. That doesn't explain the fact that somehow someone he knows is not from Vault 31 was made overseer when the last 33 overseer perished. Like we see that there were backup 31 vault dweller's hanging around 32, why wouldn't the same be true for 33 based off everything we've learned so far???)

#fallout #fallout series #fallout series spoilers #I was gonna kind of just ignore this series initially because #“Devastatingly Immoral Company Produces TV Series Where the Core is Devastatingly Immoral Companies Destroyed the World”#is not lost on me #but my dad watched it and really liked it + wanted a fellow Fallout nerd to be able to talk to about it #overall it is entertaining #it's got a whole host of problems if we want to accept it as canon and look any level of deeply into it #primarily west-coast lovers of fallout have every reason to be upset and everyone else has every reason to still like it #it does the job it set out to do fine enough

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planetknoxville · 2 years ago

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You’re not my dad (Johnny Knoxville x Reader ft Bam)

Under 18 do not interact

Notes: I've read every bit of Knoxville fanfiction there is so im going to have to write my own. I need this man out of my head, it's becoming a problem. The time its set is kinda around movie 2 or 3 or 4 idk who cares. It's not quite fluff, not quite smut, just a kinda fatherly Johnny because I'm a sick sick individual. I made up a character called jess she a dickhouse chick i guess just made her up cause i hate the Y/N thing lol

Warning: Blood, drinking, swearing, reckless mentally ill behavior, daddy kink if you squint, etc

Please drink responsibly

words 2400ish

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“Come on dipshit”

I looked up to find Bam standing in front of me with a cooler in one hand and both of your skateboards in the other. I knew that cooler wasn't his and would have bet this month’s salary on it containing beers he'd stolen from catering that were meant for after filming had wrapped for today.

“A bit presumptuous that I’d want to hang out with you Brandon”, You said peering over the top of the trash magazine you’d been pretending to read. The day was going very slowly, as only a few people were actually on set and the ones that were here were absorbed in work you wanted absolutely nothing to do with. So, there you were lounging in a camp chair waiting for some dumb stunt that you knew was not happening today.

“Come onnnnn..” he whined, kicking you squarely in the shin.

“You’re a menace to society” you said through gritted teeth. Sighing in resignation you rose from your chair and immediately shoving him as hard as you could. He barely stumbled and looked back at me with disbelief, “ Is that all you’ve got Jess?”

We slipped behind the sea of large blue tents that shielded the expensive camera equipment and crew from the sun. We’d been filming in the paramount lot for two weeks now, there were several air conditioned warehouses but no, the holy trio of Jeff, Spike and Johnny had decided that outside in the boiling Los Angeles heat was far better. You began to think they were really pranking you with melanoma.

Filming was usually fun but there was a lot of waiting around. Get ready and wait, they always say. Bam and I were a lot alike, both liked skating and found it especially hard to do nothing or sit still so naturally, we became fast friends. In the first couple of days of mucking around we had found a few unused (hopefully) planks of wood, a large flat sheet of plywood, some milk crates and other assorted junk which we squirreled away and started building our very own skate park. It was precarious and constantly breaking but that was half the fun. It was tucked away in the corner of the giant concrete lot, our own private death trap. Just few bushes, a metal park bench with a plaque of remembrance for some executive that probably should be forgotten and the two dickheads dumb enough to fuck around and find out.

You both started throwing beers back like it was your job. If we couldn’t do our actual jobs then we had to put our talents to good use. Technically, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, birds were chirping away, and sweat was dripping down your face right into your eyes.

“Fucking hell”, you moaned, using your sleeve to mop your brow blinking rapidly as the salt made your vison blurry. “Take off your jacket, Numbnuts,” Bam shouted.

“It's part of the outfit dummy” you did a little turn.

“You look homeless Jess.”

Unfortunately, it was kind of true. the black and white flannel you were wearing had more holes than you could count, the white crop was dangerously thin close to showing your nipple piercings and you'd patched up the knee of your jeans only last night. You'd done it drunk and after sticking yourself a few too many times declared it done and perfect. But you were afraid if you looked at it too close it would fall apart. The icing on the cake was the white bandana you had been wearing as a shitty ineffective mask to get past the covid police that was still tied around your neck. A plague neckerchief if you will.

"Fine" you slipped it off your shoulders. Bundling it up into a ball, you took aim throwing it at the metal bench but missed, landing it directly in the middle of a bush. “Good one” Bam sneered. You rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses, aware that he probably couldn't even see it, so you flipped him off to drive the point home.

You heard the general chatter from inside the tent grow louder and the both of you froze, looking at each other in mild panic. It wasn’t necessarily a secret what you’d been doing, people generally knew where to find us but you weren’t super keen on having soul sucking executives know about the giant liability that the two of you had created (outside of the carefully planned stunts).

“Shit” we both scrambled to throw our discarded beer bottles behind our friend The Bush.

Two men started walking around the tarps and into our janky club house. As they got closer, you both audibly relaxed. It was Spike and Johnny. “Calm down guys we’re not here to break up the party” Spike still looked annoyed “it’s not like we can go ahead anyway today”

Johnny touched him on the shoulder and said “bring the camera back here, one of these idiots is bound to eat shit" he looked over his stupid aviators at me, winking. “I’ll bet $100 it will be you Doll”.

My cheeks started to grow hot and not from the beer. How did he always know what to say, it took all your self-control not to turn and stare. Like most women alive you found him irresistible, but you were dealing with it by pretending he didn’t exist. The men continue to stand in the cool shade, chatting but also watching. You hated that. Please fuck off Knoxville let me look like shit in peace, you thought bitterly

We began skating again, trying to stick the landing of a ramp we'd built only the day before. You’d even “borrowed” the props department's power drill because Bam was moaning about going the extra mile. You took your run up and predictably the ramp bowed in middle causing you to bail half way through stumbling and tripping over your board. You could feel the four beers you’d sculled sloshing around in your stomach, cheering you on internally.

Spike started to clap slowly, jeering sarcastic encouragement “You've almost got it”

“It's looking like a really good doll” Johnny, not even trying to keep a straight face.

“This is not conducive to my success fossils” You got back on your board rolling over to the cooler. Johnny put a hand over his heart feigning emotional distress.

Cracking another beer, you saw Johnny raise an eyebrow. You'd think for a man with his history, he’d be a little cooler. “You want one Irving? You need to loosen up”.

Turning away from the death glare and back to Bam who was lining up for his turn.

“That shit is wobblier than your ass,” you whined.

Bam laughed “You're leaning into it way too much”.

“Then you fucking do it” you shoved him as you passed continuing to circle the ramp draining your beer and throwing it into the bush. It missed hitting the side of the bench breaking into a million pieces.

“Jess!!!” a chorus rang out and I raised my hands in an admission of guilt. “Don't worry baby I'll clean it up”. Snatching up and popping the top off another beer, you made a show of putting it safely on the ground out of the way. You could feel Johnny's eyes burning right through as you and Bam began to giggle uncontrollably.

“You've got this right? I’m going home” Spike clapped Johnny on the back. “I will see you both tomorrow whether or not you’re hungover” he pointed his fingers at us. Simultaneously we both sprang to attention “Sir, yes Sir” arms raised in a salute. He walked away mumbling and rolling his eyes.

“Thank god”, you cheekily beamed, “because I'm drunk as fuck”. Bam grinned back “let's hang here for a while, I've got something special”. From his pocket he pulled a silver flask. Gleefully you grabbed it, downing a huge mouthful.

“Woahhhh” Johnny shouted “You need to take it fucking easy”.

“Alright precious” You handed the flask back reluctantly.

“Did you know I used to be a gymnast?” you shouted back, “Could put my legs behind my head”. Johnny's mouth fell open in what you didn’t know was shock or disapproval. Bam barked a laugh, half of his sip coming out his mouth, the other out his nose. You patted him on the back patronizingly as he doubled over coughing still laughing.

“I can still do some of the tricks”. You launched yourself forward in a cartwheel. “I used to be able to do this thing, we called it the Hawk Tony”.

“Why?” Bam wheezed.

“Cause you skate upside down.”

Lining up with the skateboard, you took a deep breath and let the liquor flood your body with electricity. You planted my hands directly in the middle of the grip, balancing carefully and flicking your legs up vertically. A pretty decent handstand you thought for a bitch ten years out of practice. You hear Johnny let out a low whistle “Why didn't I think of that”.

“Well well look at you go” Bam said “Can you move?” As if a handstand on a skateboard was not enough? “You bet” I balanced on one hand, using the other to push off the concrete. Balancing was a lot harder than you remember and you needed to push off several times, but you did a circle around the park, stood up with only the slightest wobble, then raised your hands in a proper dismount and bowed to the now clapping Bam and Johnny.

“Jess!!! Look at yourself” Bam shouted. Thinking my shoelace had come undone I glanced down only to see scarlet droplets raining down on the concrete. I pressed my fingers to my face as if to check for a nosebleed when I saw my hand.

A bloody gash with a shard of broken glass. Beer bottle glass. "If it isn’t the consequences of my own actions”. Johnny started walking over, Bam stood motionless with an unopened bottle in his hand.

“Seriously guys don't even worry it's not that bad” you looked over at Johnny and smiling like an idiot you took two bloody fingers and wiped it over your cheek like some kind of grotesque Eye Black that footballers wore. You pulled the glass from your palm, undoing the bandana from around your neck and tying it around your hand, tightening it with your teeth.

Johnny reached his hands out for you, “Come here kid, let me look at it”. Very quickly and impulsively you chucked down your board and rode out of his grasp. “Are you shitting me, Jess? Come back here”.

“I'm fine, Mr Knoxville. It's just a scratch.” You teased. The alcohol had made you feel nothing but a warm confidence. Bam had unfrozen coming over to stand next to Johnny like two disapproving parents. “Seriously, dude. You're bleeding kinda a lot.” he said nervously.

“Oh no, someone is bleeding on the set of Jackass. What a tragedy. How will I ever survive??” You waved your hands around in the air dramatically, unaware of the blood slowly but surely dripping down your fingers. You continued skating around, deaf to their pleas to stop and come to the medical tent. You snagged another beer, this time using your teeth to open the bottle.

“You guys are being ridiculous, okay I’m fine” You downed most of the beer as a trophy for your misguided victory lap. Johnny turned to bam, whispered something to him. “What are you girls gossiping about?” You queried.

Bam nodded, got on his board and started skating around. Thinking he'd finally relaxed, you rode alongside him grinning. He was just a board length ahead of you when he sharply cut in front of you, and you had to abruptly stop, staggering sidewards. “Bam you fucking stupid cun...” Your stream of profanity cut off by legendary stuntman and actor Johnny Knoxville HOISTING you over one shoulder and hauling your bloody drunken ass towards the medic tent.

“Fucking put me down” you squeal wiggling desperately. This was the most mortifying thing you could have ever imagined, you’d rather drown in horse cum. You couldn't help noticing how effortlessly he carried you, like a ragdoll, he'd picked you up like you weighed nothing.

“Darlin, you should have come on your own when I gave you the chance”.

“Please put me down, I'll walk”. You whined now seeing the blood-soaked bandana, your head swimming from both the beer and being upside down. You could see the trail of red you’d left, staining the footpath and his white shirt where you were grasping at. He continued on his way ignoring your cries, leaving a bemused Bam to pour beer on the ground to wash away the literal crime scene you caused.

“Asshole You're not my dad”.

“Well, someone's gotta be, doll”, he drawled. God that accent, it pulsed straight to your core. You'd fantasized about him manhandling you sure but not like this. “PUT ME DOWN” you all but screamed at him. You pulled hard on his belt, hard enough to rip the stitches on his belt loops, leaving bloody smears on the white letters that spelled KNOXVILLE. You heard him hiss and then he slapped you hard, half on the butt, half on the top of your thighs. You were genuinely speechless. Humiliated and in increasingly more pain, tears filled your eyes and you finally stopped struggling.

“If I'd known spanking you would have gotten you to behave, I would have done it weeks ago” He chuckled, bending his knees slightly to enter the tent. He put you down on your feet with a shit eating grin plastered all over his smug, stupid, beautiful face. You stared at him blankly as his features blurred with the bright light they had illuminating the tent, your own head swimming and you could hear ringing. His strong muscular arms snaked out, grasping your shoulders as you swayed slightly forward, slumping your head against his chest. “Baby it’s okay, Take it easy”. He held you gently and whispered the comforting words against the top of your hair as the confused but attentive medic pulled forward a stretch for him to lay you on. You moaned at the loss of contact, cringing internally that you’d made a sound like that out loud, but he held this small smile on his lips. He grabbed your other hand and murmured into the back of it “It’s okay, I’ve got you”. As your head began clear, you started to sober up and the medic cleaned and dressed your wound, you looked over to see Johnny staring intently at you with a egotistical smirk plastered on his awful handsome face.

“What?” You groaned desperately trying to cover your face with your arm, but he held your fingers in a firm embrace. Forcing you to keep looking at him. How were you ever going to live this down.

“I guess you owe me that hundred bucks baby girl”.

#johnny knoxville #jackass x reader #jackass #bam margera #jackass imagine #johnny knoxville fic #Johnny Knoxville smut #johnny knoxville x reader #steve o #dickhouse

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kyndaris · 1 month ago

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Legends and Lattes

While you, dear reader, may initially think this post is about Travis Baldree's novel of the same name, I am here to quickly disabuse you of that notion. In fact, I shall do you one better and admit I have yet to even read the book sitting on my shelf, begging to be read. Heck, I even bought the prequel not too long ago: Bookshops and Bonedust. And before you say anything, dear reader, I will get to it.

Eventually.

It just so happens my blog is not solely a book blog. Nor am I a BookTuber/ Booktoker by day or by night. So, you know, it's very understandable why I've not read through this, assumedly masterpiece of a tale. Plus, I also have a lot of other hobbies like badminton, videogames and my own actual writing. All of which detract from my reading time.

Then, of course, there's my dating life, which, albeit is slowing down because I've mostly given up on men. And well, the women are certainly not biting as often.

What's a 32-year-old supposed to do except pine for the love of a fictional character? Karlach, I'm looking at you for when I finally start playing Baldur's Gate 3.

As you've no doubt picked up on, this blog is yet another entry into my forays of dating. This time round, I met up with a woman (third time's the charm, maybe? We're still chatting on the occasion although the topic has shifted into more a creative enterprise). It started with her liking one of my Hinge prompts, and after thoroughly checking her profile (she had actually cropped up in a few of my recommends previously), I thought I would do her the courtesy of matching.

It was followed by a brief conversation on mythology before the two of us went down the tabletop role-playing game route where we both tried, and failed, at playing grifters stealing personal information. Now we're on a journey to stop the Goblin King. The dastardly creature has stolen her identity, leaving naught but an empty vault of where it should be. And because of that, I, the handsome rogue in this situation, must continue masquerading as a Nigerian Prince as we go forth to acquire a magical sword with the ability to track goblins.

So far, we've made it to a small town called Bree. Although we did try to ride towards Bag's End, a number of black riders passed us by and Keyleth - the codename I've decided to use in this instance to refer to my date - was insistent we put a stop to their evil plans. Not that we know they're evil.

They simply have business with a halfling and are being very difficult about anyone who might be in their way.

As you can see, dear reader, we are most assuredly not in Kansas anymore.

That said, we did arrange to meet at a cafe halfway between where we live in what is fittingly named The Shire for Sydneysiders like me. It should be noted that unlike me, Keyleth does not live in Sydney. Rather, she is situated in the coastal city of Wollongong. You'll remember it as a place I visited not too long ago with a group of friends as we tackled a dastardly difficult escape room.

At the time, though, Keyleth's path and mine had not yet crossed. A shame, truly, since there are quite a few choice burger places in Wollongong we could potentially visit if I didn't mind the long drive down.

The cafe was named 7th Heaven. To my dismay, there was no raven-haired bartender or a blond courier. What it did have were a number of brunch options such as my go-to meal in almost every situation: Eggs Benedict with a side of smoked salmon. Keyleth ordered a milkshake and Eggs on Toast, adding on top of it a rasher or two of bacon and some delectable avocado.

By the end, though, she'd barely touched it - having eaten only one piece of bread and egg, some bacon and hardly any of the avocado.

Keyleth was the first to arrive - most probably due to the limited number of trains and because she had further to travel. I arrived just shy of the appointed time at 10. When I arrived, I had not quite expected the shock of dyed red hair to greet me. After all, in all her previous photos - both on Hinge and on Whatsapp - Keyleth had sported long blonde hair.

Still, she was keen to give me a hug, though I was quick to advise I wasn't much of a hugger. Or even a physical touch kinda gal. Yes, I'm more willing to accept it from a woman but it's not something I tend to do. And it's certainly not one of my key love languages.

Once I had sat down, we chatted idly about how our week had gone. After putting in our order, we began the painstaking process of learning a little more of the other. Keyleth learned I was an only child, whereas I learned she had a sister. Some of our family dynamics were talked about before we moved to more dangerous topics: like my favourite musical and whether or not I am actually a theatre kid (spoiler alert, I am not. Yes, I've been to four musicals in the last four months but those are baby numbers compared to the actual musical nerds out there. Or so I hope).

We also chatted about the weird role-playing experience unfolding on our messages, with Keyleth confirming the Goblin King was none other than David Bowie from Labyrinth.

Then, of course, we also talked a little about our dating experiences. Given I was asexual and she was demisexual, it seemed prudent for us to address the very big elephant in the room of what an actual relationship would be like. Both of us were a little uneasy about jumping immediately jumping into relationships as we required time to get to know the people we would be committing a significant portion of time with. Lust is certainly not a thing either of us experienced at first sight. And in order to catch feels, a strong emotional connection must be created first.

I, certainly, have not been in an actual relationship of significance with another. At least in the romantic sense. I do like to think I have many meaningful friendships with the people in my life though it's anyone's guess if they agree. More than likely, they find me egregious or too sardonic for their tastes (in fact, I recently had a nineteen-year-old university student at my work place call me epigrammatic!)

We also bonded over how difficult it was to date cisgender men!

But while the conversation was invigorating, our brunch date did slowly come to an end. Given the immediate surroundings didn't have any other interesting diversion, we paid for our meals and headed back to the local train station. A little unfortunate but sometimes that is how the cookie crumbles.

After all, it would be the height of rudeness to remain at a table for several hours afterwards when all our food was taken away.

Will there be another date with Keyleth? I'm not quite sure. Our conversations were pretty easy-going, flowing from one topic to another.

It was certainly better than the date I had with Tip Top.

As always, time will tell if anything will come of it, but I'm hopeful in obtaining a new friend if nothing romantic blossoms from the encounter. Of course, there is still Dikottir.

And while we haven't exactly had a sixth date/ meet-up, both of us will have gone to PAX in Melbourne by the time this blog post goes up. So, keep your eyes peeled for that riveting entry. Or not.

In the words of the founder of feminism himself, Rhysand, "It's your choice, Feyre darling."

As an aside, I can't say for sure if that's an actual quote from the book but it certainly feels like something he would say. On that note, I need to stop reading books like ACOTAR. I mean, it's no Fourth Wing, so I'm glad for that. But it's definitely not the height of fantasy literature. I was hoping for.

Anyways, THIS WAS ANOTHER EPISODE OF DATING 2.0! WILL A ROSE BE FINALLY AWARDED TO A SUITABLE SUITOR? YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL WE COME BACK FOR THE NEXT UPDATE!

And now, back to the weather!

#personal blog #men vs women #hinge #asexual dating #pop culture references all day every day #dating

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sweetbillwriting · 1 year ago

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In Another Universe (Love Just Happens)

I'm Sorry - Part 5

Description: In another universe didn't Bill become an actor and Aurora Lou didn't get her record deal but as soulmates they meet also in this universe but have other struggles.

Setting: This story is set in a parallel universe to my story Love Just Happens about Bill Skarsgård and my original character Aurora Lou.

Characters: Bill and Aurora is the same characters but because they have other experiences are they a bit different from the original story.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, ageism, cheating, jealousy, talk about weight, sexism, mentions about sexual abuse.

Bill really tried to not look at Aurora. He pretended she wasn't there and gave the reading all his attention. He actually succeeded quite well even if he could hear her giggle sometimes. When he heard it, it spread like a warm feeling in his chest that was both pleasant and painful. He didn't know how he could control himself for three days but he succeeded and if someone had noticed him staring at Aurora the first day it was forgotten now because he was his normal professional self.

“We want to thank you for these days and we will see each other in a month. I guess Bill will be even thinner then and Aurora even more beautiful,” said the showrunner Frank, another one that Bill had talked to, and gave them both a smirk. Bill gave him a small smile while he heard Aurora giggle. He wondered what she thought about the fact that her looks always came up as a subject, it had happened several times and he had noticed some of the cast had reacted too. Another thing everyone also had reacted to was that Aurora's acting skills were mediocre, to be kind. None of the actors gave their all, it was just a reading, but she didn't even seem to know where in the line the emphasis should be. Everyone probably thought it, she was just there as the pretty face.

“But Aurora, you had something to say,” continued Frank and all eyes suddenly were on her. She smiled and stood up. She looked a bit nervous but tried to hide it by putting her hands on her hips.

“Well, if you are still in New York tomorrow I have arranged a night for us at this club I worked at. Everything is already paid for and it will just be a fun time!” She said, like she was the best kind of seller. She wore a short beige plaid skirt, a black crop top and the lace adorned stockings she used to wear.

“A burlesque club,” said the showrunner that always sexualized her and wiggled his brows. Aurora smiled sweetly. Bill strained to smile because he knew he couldn't go, it wouldn't be right. He looked at the other actors and saw some think it was fun but others looked uncomfortable.

“You don't need to come, I will not take offense,” said Aurora with a smile but Bill could see so well that she would take offense. He could still read her but also knew how sensitive she was. Several people started to say they would come, mostly the guys.

“Me too,” he heard himself say with a smile. Aurora looked at him with an unreadable expression but she looked at him straight in the eyes. Bill regretted at once he had said it but he also wanted to be a part of it, especially when he heard even the women say they would come. Most of the production and the cast would be there.

Aurora smiled relieved while looking at them all.

“Nine o’clock, I’ll send the address to you all and then all that’s left is to show up.”

×××

Bill stood and waited at the car that would pick him up while playing with his phone. He had just said goodbye to two of the producers. He pulled his bomber jacket closer to his body. It was the end of August but it had already started to get colder. He looked at political articles, American, Swedish, shifting fast between them so his inner monologue was a mix between the two languages. He jerked when suddenly a motorcycle hummed to his left. Curiously he looked up and saw the red sporty motorcycle. He gave it a long look until he realized it was Miles sitting on it with Aurora standing next to him. He looked away quickly. He shouldn't look at them, he didn't care, even if he thought the bike was quite ugly. If he had one… If he could drive one, he would have had something more classic, maybe a cruiser model. Easy Rider style. He heard Aurora's giggle again and lowered his eyes down to the ground. Couldn't the car just come?

He stood with his head low for a while but looked up when the motorcycle drove away. He took a deep breath relieved. He knew he must get used to having her around but right then and there it was still so new. He looked around, searching for the car but instead he saw beige plaid. Aurora's skirt. She wore just a white cardigan over her outfit and it looked cold. That feeling of protectiveness he had always felt by being with her woke up again like it had just been asleep in his chest. He looked at her checking her lipstick in the phone camera. He had his moment now. Carefully he started to walk towards her but on purpose he dragged his feet a bit when he came closer so she would hear him and not get startled by his presence. She looked up at him but looked away fast with pursed lips.

“Hey…” he said nervously and dragged his sweaty hands over his hips. He waited for an answer for a few seconds but when it had been silent a bit too long he understood she wouldn't give him anything.

“Emm… It's nice to see you. Have you cut your hair?” He dragged a hand over his face. He sounded stupid as hell. He broke her heart and here he started with talking about her hair. He took a deep breath and took a step to the side so he could see the profile of her face.

“Lou… I'm so sorry… What I did to you… It was-”

“Shut up.”

Aurora turned to him and looked up at him with a hard look. Even if she was so short, Bill felt instant respect.

“Don't start with that bullshit again. Don't come to me here and try to be some fucking good guy.”

Aurora looked away again and Bill dragged his hand awkwardly over his neck. He hadn't thought she would be happy but he wasn't prepared for the anger either.

“Okay… Ehh… Ehh… We must make this work somehow…”

Aurora was quiet and crossed her arms. He could see she was cold with her way of standing with her shoulders pulled up to her ears.

“We will work together, have scenes together. Make it seem like we like each other…” Bill continued. He watched her in silence until he heard a car. It was his ride and he sighed. It was nice to be able to flee but he needed to talk to her. He gave a little wave to the car but then looked at the empty parking lot. They were alone, he couldn't just leave her there alone.

“Do you have a ride?” He asked her thoughtfully. This was the first thing he said she reacted in a different way to. She looked around a little and played with her nails nervously.

“My friend should come, but he hasn't answered for a while…”

Bill nodded a little and tried to wave away the thought of what gender she had said.

“Are you going into the city?” He gave his car a look just so the driver should wait. Aurora looked at Bill now but then looked down.

“Yeah…”

“You can go with me if you want? I’ll just drop you off where you want.. Nothing else. We don't need to talk or anything…”

Aurora looked up at his kind eyes and sighed deeply. It was obvious she wanted to be angry and keep distance but didn't want to be alone either. She nodded a little and together they walked to the car.

They sat in silence together in the backseat. Aurora looked out of the window while Bill looked down at his sneakers.

“Will you come tomorrow?” She suddenly said and Bill looked up at her.

“Emm… I don't need to?” He said and looked down in his lap.

“It's okay… You should be there. As the lead and all…”

Bill looked at her and finally got to look into her Bambi eyes. He felt his heart beat hard and he smiled a little.

“Thanks…”

The driver drove up to her hotel and Bill gave it a look.

“You don't live in New York anymore?”

She shook her head while taking off her seatbelt.

“I moved home to L.A. again.”

Bill nodded but could feel hundreds of questions push around in his throat. He couldn't ask her but the curiosity really wanted to take over, but also have an excuse to keep her by his side.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said with a strained smile and walked out from the car. She closed the door before Bill had the chance to answer.

He sat with his mouth open, looking at her go towards the entrance of the hotel. The short skirts movement and the shine of her dark hair. He made a sound of frustration and threw his head back.

“Your ex?” Said the driver and looked back at him amused in the rearview mirror. Bill looked back at him with furrowed brows and nodded a little as a reflex. He couldn't at all understand how the driver could know that.

×××

A burlesque show was much more than sexy dancing, all sorts of performers stood on the stage but with costumes and arrangements with vintage aesthetics. The group from the series were 26 people that sat around several round tables in deep red velvet chairs. Bill looked around at everyone enjoying the night Aurora fixed for them. They had probably not believed it would be so fun and liberating to see girls taking off their clothes. Or some were probably prepared for it being the night of a lifetime.

Bill wasn't surprised Aurora had succeeded to fix a magical night full of decadence and playfulness. While he talked with one of his co-stars, a woman his own age, about her background as a stunt double the audience started to scream.

“Lou! Get that ass up on stage!”

“Lou!”

All eyes were suddenly on Aurora. She sat with Miles and Dan, the man playing her father. Her hair laid in perfect ‘40s waves and was dressed in a black corset dress with a short voluminous skirt.

A man jumped up on stage. Bill recognized him as the bartender from the last time he was there but now the man was without a shirt and showed off his many old school tattoos.

“Aurora?” He said in the mic and waved with his hand towards her. “You owe me this!”

Everyone around the table looked at her and the showrunner Frank began to applaud and shout with the other men.

“No! I'm here with my colleagues!” She shouted back to the tattooed guy. Bill looked at her curiously. He could see that she didn't want to do it but was probably prepared for it to happen.

“Come on, Lou!” Said Frank and got some of the other men to start to cheer too. Aurora rolled her eyes jokingly but walked up on stage.

“You know, she didn't audition for her role…” whispered the guy next to him. His name was Tucker and he would play a cop. The woman next to Bill, Nathalie, leaned forward to hear what Tucker said.

“Really? I don't think any of us are surprised… She seems to be new with acting…”

Bill swallowed hard. He sat in the middle so he couldn't pretend like he didn't hear.

“Frank really likes her if you get what I mean… I checked up what she has done before and she has just been in like music videos and been a background singer…”

Bill wanted to say something because what Tucker accused her of she would never do. He felt his ears heat from anger. She had such awful experiences but got accused of such things just by getting some attention.

The music started and Aurora began to sing a pop song arranged into a jazzier tune. Everyone became quiet, her talent did that to people and Bill noticed he even held his breath. She danced sexily but in a more modest way than she had done when she worked there. Bill looked at her hypnotized. He just saw her and forgot about everything else. Her smiles and flirty ways made him remember all the playful moments with her. Her doe eyed looks made him remember all intimate conversations and her voice gave him the warm feeling in his chest only she could give him. He was still in love with her. He missed everything with her, her kindness, her calmness, her optimism, her fire.

When the song had ended and she walked off from the scene he looked between her and his wedding rings. They were a bit loose because he had started to diet for the role. They were easy to take off and he often chose to not wear them because he felt he would drop them.

Everyone praised Aurora and she smiled a bit embarrassed. Bill just smiled towards her. Their eyes met for a few seconds and he smiled bigger.

It didn't matter if she wanted him or not, like he had thought before. His feelings weren't right to have when he was married to another woman and made the decision while looking at Aurora playing with her pearl choker. He would start the process to divorce from his wife when he came back to Sweden. It was bad timing but he had kept up the charade way too long.

×××

New York’s nightlife had woken up and people walked past Bill on their way to crowded clubs. He took a smoke with the director but also two other men who had been sitting next to them. It was nice coming out, for fresh air he often said, but he mostly thought it was easier socialwise to talk over a smoke than sitting in a club.

They talked about the president, the political climate in Sweden but also the club. One of the other men had worked there a few years back as a security guard and had nostalgic feelings for the place.

“And there is this place’s only real superstar, Lou!” He shouted when she came up from the stairs from the club.

“Johnny!” She screamed and threw herself around his neck with a bright smile. Bill could see she was intoxicated. Johnny lifted her up in his arms but put her down when the hug was over. Bill had looked down at the ground awkwardly but realized when he looked up that Miles was with her and got help to light his cigarette by their director.

“Do you want one?” Asked Johnny and reached out his cigarette pack towards Aurora.

“No, no. But thank you,” she said in a flirtatious way that made Johnny and the other guys smirk while Bill took a deep drag on his cigarette.

“You were great up there,” said Johnny to her and laid an arm around her waist and the other agreed. Bill smiled but looked down at the ground.

“Thank you, but it feels like I interrupted something, you can continue,” she said and smiled a bit awkwardly. All of the men made sounds like they weren’t talking about anything special and Aurora looked a bit uncomfortable. Bill looked up at her and realized she probably thought they didn't want to share it with her but in reality they had all forgotten what they talked about when such a beautiful woman stood with them.

“How are you, Bill?” He heard her say while he stood in deep thoughts.

“Hm?” He looked at her and could feel his mouth get dry and the butterflies in his stomach break free from their cocoons.

“Are you okay?” She asked kindly but he could see that she was intoxicated by her eyes but also in the way she moved her shoulders. The other looked at them interested, especially because Bill was the only one with rings on his finger. The director looked at him with big eyes and a playful smile. It was obvious the showrunner had told him about his and Aurora's history.

“I'm good… How are you?”

“I'm fine… Did you like my performance?” She asked with a giggle. Bill smirked a little and got lost in her big eyes. He was also a bit intoxicated and his eyes started to greedily take her in.

“You were amazing…”

Aurora giggled and dragged her fingers over her collarbone. The others had seen it as some sort of entertainment but then the director had signaled them all to move away so Bill and Aurora could be alone. The two of them didn't really see a difference because they were already so lost in each other that for them, there wasn't anyone around. Bill leaned against the brick wall while continuing to look at her and he could see she did everything to be attractive in his eyes. She played with her hair, pouted her lips and moved sensually. Bill just gave her his hooded gaze with a teasing smile. He laid his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to his body. She pushed him away but with a smile so Bill believed she just wanted to tease. He didn't think longer than that, even if the gold from his rings shone from the streetlights.

“I know you want me…” said Aurora teasingly and Bill licked his lips, preparing them for kisses. “But you even have your rings on. You will never ever come close to me again….” She said but with the same teasing smile. Bill smiled back at first, not really understanding what she said but also because the blood from his brain had started to travel to his groin. When he registered what she said, and understood, his smile dropped fast.

“Lou…” his hands hugged her waist but she just put her finger over his lips. She knew so well what power she had over him and used it well. She let her finger drag down from his lips to his chest and moved sensually from side to side in his hands. He took his chance to touch her waist and hips and she let him but after a while she took a hold of his hands and looked up at him again.

“This filming will be a hell for you. Because, maybe you never loved me… But this…” she dragged a finger over the imprint from his erection, “I reaaally have power over. You're just like any other man after all,” she said and then let him go. Bill looked down at her with a beating heart. He couldn't even say what he was feeling because he hadn't expected this at all. She continued to stand just in front of him, checking her lipstick in her phone camera and corrected her tits in the corset bodice. Bill was horny, he wanted to push his cock against her and play with her tits but her words said no so sharply. She would never forgive him.

“I'm sorry…” he said again desperately. He sounded pathetic and several people around them could hear him grovel.

I'm sorry Lou…” she looked up at him from her phone and smiled condescendingly. Bill looked at her face closely. He could see the hurt feelings in her eyes, how her lips moved by holding her emotion in check.

“That's sweet of you but I don't see any reason to forgive you,” she said and gave his rings a glance. Bill nodded a little and swallowed dryly. It wasn't like she didn't have reason to feel that way. She shook her head to herself when Bill stood quiet.

“You never even answered my texts… You just disappeared to Sweden…” she whispered so no one else would hear and looked at him with glossy eyes. Bill furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What texts?”

Aurora laughed unamused.

“I really didn't think you were this ignorant… Such an asshole…” She moved away from him and to everyone's surprise she just walked away from the club on high heels and left them all there, even if it was her night. Bill looked after her with big eyes. His heart was still beating hard in his chest but now in the rhythm of anxiety. He was an asshole. Just the biggest asshole. What texts did she talk about? He didn't believe he had forgotten anything of their break up, all of it felt like it was carved into his intestines.

People surrounding him looked at him but everyone with different faces. Shock, curiosity, amusement but also distaste. Everyone seemed to have heard them and soon everyone connected to the series would know that he had an affair with Aurora and broke her heart. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before going down the stairs to get his jacket. This was a catastrophe and it didn't feel like he could save this. He should have just kept that proposal he gave Aurora their first night, he should have just married her at once, then this mess never would have happened.

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