#also hi. Outline Of Mine's Butt. it makes him look like he's wearing thigh-highs i can't

[04tenno]

sorry to bother but I saw ya talk about kirin lore and Mine etc? Specifically about kirin and the full moon? Do you have any stuff I could look at about kirin myth that I could look at? (its cool if its a Japanese source I'll force myself to learn to read it) Or just any thoughts on kirin and Mine in general I've been going ham on stupid kirin-Mine AU lately and its relevant fhdkfd

I'm glad you asked! Unfortunately I'm not positive I saved any of my sources... anywhere, but the good news is I do remember most of my findings in detail and have been itching to post about them. So! I'm taking this opportunity to analyze Mine's tattoo top-to-bottom.

And I'm also approaching this as a sort of redemption arc, because a lot of interpretations of Mine's tattoo out there are based on what I wrote on the wiki. It's not that they're incorrect per se, but there is so much more to it than what the wiki currently goes into, and I'd like to share that with you all today.

I'll start off with some official statements, and because it comes up later, establish the original version of the tattoo Horitomo designed is actually this version with green fur (pictured below):

Like the word kirin-ji, this is a design that evokes the image of a genius. To be honest, the majority of depictions give kirins the face of a dragon, but with a composition like this where it's soaring upwards, you risk ending up with a tattoo that looks too much like Kiryu's. So I looked into some older material, and while it's not too common, I went with a type of kirin that more closely resembles a deer. — Horitomo

It wants to rise above, but chooses to put itself second and use its talent and intellect to support the "king"—the kirin suits Mine, doesn't it? So, with that general concept in mind, we went through several designs done in pencil, went back and forth on various aspects, until we settled on the direction we wanted to take. And after that, the detailed version of the design was produced. — Masayoshi Yokoyama

With Yokoyama's comment, it's clear what the core meaning of his tattoo was meant to be from the beginning. Because a Like a Dragon tattoo represents more than just a summation of who the character is as the audience knows them or their role in the narrative, but who they were before joining the yakuza, why they joined the yakuza, what the motivation was behind their choice of subject, how elements of the tattoo reflect on characters who share the same elements (and vice versa), and how the meaning the tattoo evolves over time in relation to the character's fate.

So my main... misgiving, let's say... with popular interpretations of Mine's tattoo is that they focus solely on Daigo without examining how it relates to anything else. Again, partly my fault, I'll cop to that, but this is an issue with a lot of analysis of Mine as a character... and it's a little frustrating, isn't it? It is for me. But enough complaining, it's showtime:

Some notes design-wise: the decision to portray Mine's kirin as deer-like rather than dragon-like specifically to distance him from Kiryu says a lot about their characters to me. Because Mine is, in a lot of ways, "the complete opposite, or antithesis, of Kiryu." (Yokoyama) But the kirin is ultimately in the "dragon" family of mythological creatures; as such, Mine, no matter how much he tries to set himself apart from Kiryu, will always parallel Kiryu. This is exactly what I was talking about with regard to how tattoos come to change in meaning over time; it's not insanely prophetic, it's something that makes complete sense in-universe, makes sense for Mine to get at the time he got it, but it also ends up representing his relationship with Kiryu so well. The fact the kirin is in the "dragon" family of mythological creatures, in combination with the original green coloring, is also notable. Because the dragon depicted in Daigo's tattoo is the same shade of green.

There are multiple "species" of kirin, denoted by the color of their fur, which corresponds to one of the five phases (五行, gogyō), originating from the concept of wuxing in Chinese philosophy. The word "kirin," strictly speaking, refers to kirin with yellow fur and corresponds to Earth, which is associated with stability, hard work, ambition, and stubbornness. Kirin with green fur are known as shoko (聳孤, shōko) and correspond to Wood, which is associated with luxuriant growth, vitality, strength, and co-operation. Speaking of the five phases, that also ties into the concept of the Four Gods, a motif explored with the protagonists of Yakuza 4: Kiryu is the Azure Dragon, Akiyama is the Vermillion Bird, Saejima is the Black Turtle, and Tanimura is the White Tiger, representing Wood, Fire, Water, and Metal respectively. The "Fifth God," representing Earth, is widely considered to be a kirin. This doesn't really relate to anything though, just food for thought for the Protagonist Mine enjoyers (me <3)

A great deal of the meaning behind Mine's tattoo is etymological in nature. The word "qilin" itself represents a duality: "qi" refers to a female kirin, "lin" refers to a male kirin, and "qilin" refers to the species as whole. The kirin is said to embody yin and yang. And I think this aspect works perfectly with who Mine is as a character often torn between two extremes. He, like the kirin, has the capacity for both benevolence and ferocity, and like the kirin, only becomes violent in retaliation to violence or out of a sense of protectiveness. Also, in a very literal sense, Mine has both Yin cards and Yang cards in Ryu Ga Gotoku Online, which very few characters do due to their contradictory nature. As Horitomo mentions, the design has basis in the word "kirin-ji" (麒麟児, child prodigy, lit. "kirin child"). A lot of people already know this (anyone who's read this post certainly does, at any rate), but fewer are familiar with the origin of the term. In Ancient China, there was a belief that the appearance of a kirin heralds the birth (and death) of a gifted son with a promising future, beliefs held around Confucius being a famous example. Of course, this relates to Daigo in terms of the association with leaders, but it also relates to Mine himself, who views his younger self as a sort of diamond-in-the-rough, a "gem shining brilliantly by the wayside." This reinforces that the tattoo is not just a meta representation of him, but directly relates to how he views himself. Additionally, the kanji that comprise "shoko" read as "soar" (聳, shō; as in, to rise above something) and "orphan" (孤, ko) respectively.

On that note, kirin are capable of flight, which can obviously be connected to his ambition ("rising above" his origins), his theme, and his method of suicide. They hover off of the ground so as to not trample blades of grass, and are often depicted as walking on clouds (which are, of course, depicted in Mine's tattoo). Some kirin even have wings!

Circling back to the note about violence to talk about the kirin's ability in battle: kirin are ferocious combatants and known to have a very strong hind kick; Mine mainly uses his legs to fight. I believe his "red heat state," where he's at his most aggressive, also represents the fire surrounding his kirin. Kirin may use flames to attack. Kirin are also thought to be the only creatures who can defeat a dragon, and I would argue Mine is the only final boss who even manages to come close to defeating Kiryu. I actually would even argue he did win, since he had more stamina left.

Just reiterating for the sake of being thorough, but as mentioned in the ask, kirin are thought to be at their most volatile and at their most powerful during a full moon. You only see it in one shot, but the finale of Yakuza 3 does in fact take place under a full moon. Mine is, of course, shown to be both of those things in the finale.

There's also some sort of association between kirin and thunder/lightning, at least in popular media. Mine and his tattoo are depicted surrounded by lightning in one of his cards, and the "Hakuho Clan Pin" item that came out at the same time has an ability called Roaring Thunder. I'm not sure why this is the case. Perhaps it's to do with the kirin's association with the sky, since thunder and lightning are celestial phenomena.

With that, I believe I've covered everything I wanted to touch on. Thank you for reading and for the opportunity, and I hope I've "redeemed myself" adequately!

[thegremlincrowsnest]

A Slice of Cheesecake

Fatgum x poc!reader

CW: Slight breed kink, thigh fucking, mentions of vagina, slight anal play, creampies, mentions of daddy in a sexual way, kitchen and sex around food

Color Code

Orange: Fatgum

blue: Reader

Pink: Fatgums inner thoughts

WC: 1.7k

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Fatgum was definitely your favorite customer to bake for. Tips generously and an absolute beaut to stare at while you work. He always came past your shop on his breaks or days off just to watch you. “Ya know, I can always help fill those buns for ya sugar plum.” He would say with a smirk. You just giggle and shake your head as you continue to fill and dip your eclairs. You were finishing up some orders to deliver, and he offered to stay and help you out. You accepted his help with a smile as the pro-hero helped pack cupcakes, cookies, and pastries.

Everything was going great until you went to change. When you work, you wear chef pants, a plain t-shirt, and your apron. But for deliveries, your outfit was much. Much different. Fatgum couldn’t help himself as he stared, seeing your soft stomach peek out from your crop top. He has to hide behind your counter as you fix the garter belts from under your skirt. He groaned softly as he saw how your thighs bulge from the garter belt and thigh highs. Your skirt was absolutely sinful being so short, bending over. He got a glimpse of those soft pink lace panties. Walking around, he pressed himself against you. “Baby...I don’ know if ya should go out like that. Pretty thin’ like you could get devoured.” He says, deep voice low. His two large hands came to hold your wide hips. Groaning loudly as he saw his fingers sink into your love handles.

Looking up at him with big doe eyes, you smiled. “Oh~ well, I don’t have anything to worry about with a big strong hero like you, Taishiro~,” You say as you grind against his growing hard-on. You slip from his grip with a giggle as you finish packing up orders. “Ok, now let’s go!”

Walking down the street with you was a blessin and a curse for Fatgum. Seeing your thick ass sway in that skirt was torture ‘Little Nymph,’ he thought to himself. Going from customer to customer was easy enough. You were so sweet to each one, and he could only smile softly at you. Seeing you dote on each and every one. The sun was setting as you finished, and the teasing was getting worse. On trains, you were pressed so close to him, you smelled like sugar and warm spices. Your skin contrasted beautifully against his yellow costume as you held onto him. Brown, golden skin that he swore always shimmered in the sunlight. You both were able to finish earlier than you thought, so he decides to treat you a bit. You were already in the shopping district, and he saw how your eyes lingered on some of the displays. Laying a hand on your hip, he leaned down to your ear. “Would you like me to buy that for ya, Darlin?” He asks. You stifle a soft groan at how close he is; turning to him, you reply. “No! I should be treating you to something for helping me out today.”

His eyes darken a bit at those doe eyes you give him. Fuck, you look so cute. He stands up and looks around, smirking as he looks down at you. “Then I know how we both can win.” He says as he walks you down an ally, a hole-in-the-wall sex shop that you’re surprised the BMI hero would know of. As you both walk in, he brings you towards some expensive pieces. He tells you to pick out what you'd like as he sits down on a stool.

Watching you was a pleasure, watching you bounce around from display to display, skirt riding up as you bent down. He bit the inside of his cheek before he motioned for one of the employees.

You look up to see Fatgum whispering to one of the employees before looking back at you with a smirk. Picking a few sets, you walk up to him, face warm as you smirk back to him. He looks them over, letting out a low growl at the soft lace of one of the panties before nodding over to the employee again.

The walk back home was swift, entering your shop and making sure all of the blinds were drawn. Fatgum then pinned you against the front counter, licking and nibbling on your neck as he rubbed your clit through your panties. “Such a sweet boy for me...so tasty,” He says as he helps strip your clothes. He pulls out his favorite set along with a relatively thick butt plug. “If you’re ok with this, Darlin, I’d love to see you wear these while you bake me a little cheesecake, baby.” He says as he holds them out for you. You nod quickly, slipping on the lingerie and bending over to prep your ass. Before you can open the cap for the lube, he stops you. “Please sugah let me help ya.” He says as he pours lube over your hole. Groaning softly at how you clench around nothing. Gently pushing a finger against your hole, kissing down your back, he pushes one in. It takes a few minutes of him kissing your neck and ear as he stretches you out before sliding the lubed-up plug into your ass. You whimper at the stretch, your pussy dripping with arousal as he pulls up your panties. He kisses you deeply before patting your ass to the kitchen.

Cooking while being watched was something you were used to before, but with the current circumstances, your head was foggy. Fatgum would come up behind you to “help,” pressing the plug in your ass or groping your breast. Finally, as you placed the cheesecake in the oven with a water bath, you began prepping some toppings. As you began to whip up some cream, he decided it was time to push further. Pulling your panties down, he pressed your thighs together. Bending you over, he lifted you gently as he slid his cock between your thighs. Moaning softly at the heat radiating from your dripping center. Your head was spinning; you could smell his arousal mixed in with sweat. You desperately wanted to get on your knees and bury your nose in it. He was no better; wafts of your arousal filled his nose as the soft plushness of your thighs squeezed him perfectly.

You groan softly as you feel the head of his cock brush against your clit. Looking up at him, you whimper, “P-Please Taishiro. Fuck me, I can’t stand the teasing anymore.” You beg. In response, he spreads your thighs apart and presses you down onto the counter. He can’t help himself but allow his hands to wander over your soft skin, admiring every stretch mark, scar and blemish. “Fuck Baby Boy… ‘Ave I ever told ya how beautiful you are?” He asks as he undoes your top. You’re about to respond until you feel his large hands grope your breast. Kneading them gently, your body shivers, “N-No, but I could tell with how you look at me.” You respond with a soft smile.

He leans down and kisses you gently on the lips, cradling your face in his hands like you’ll break at any second. He lifts one of your legs up onto his shoulder, wrapping the other around his waist. You gasp, seeing just how big he is, almost 12 inches long; it’s slightly darker than the rest of him, it's as thick as a can of soda, and you briefly worry about how it will fit. “Don’t be scared, my little darlin’. I’ll make sure you feel really good.” He says as he presses the tip against your entrance. He leans down again, kissing you deeply as he begins to push in. You whimper and grip his shoulders, feeling the head of his cock push through your entrance. He stops and gently pulls out before pushing back in, reaching down to rub your clit as he works his cock. Finally, after a few moments, he's able to bottom out inside of you. Even with your soft stomach, you can still see the outline of his cock in you. He moans loudly, seeing it as well; pressing down on it gently, he begins a steady pace. His large, heavy balls slap against your ass as he grips your thigh with one hand. The other is near your head, trying to keep himself steady.

“F-faster Taishiro~ Please faster!” You moan out as you begin to pinch and pull on your nipples. He doesn’t protest; pressing your knees to your chest, he starts thrusting faster. His precum fills you up and begins to drip down onto the floor; loud nasty slapping sounds reverberate against the tile walls as he continues his fast pace. He’s grunting like a bull as he sees your breast and stomach squished under your thighs and his hands. You’re so soft and sweet and beautiful to him; he wants to take you home and spoil you.

“Taishiro! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!” You moan out as you feel your walls tighten around his cock. He grunts as he holds you close, face nuzzled into your tight curls as he wraps his arms around you, legs dangling off of his broad shoulders. “Cum for me, Sugah Plum~ Cum all over daddy’s cock” He grunts as he moves you like a fleshlight. “Daddy daddy daddy! Fill me up! Please fill me up!” You respond. He leans back to watch your face as he thrusts as deeply as he can before holding you down on his cock. He groans loudly as his cock twitches pumping you full of cum. His body shivers as he can’t help but continue to hump you gently as he breeds you. You don’t fight it, tightening your legs around him as your cunt milks him.

You’re both blissed-out, kissing each other sloppily as he humps you. Tongues and teeth clash together as you pant for more. “Y-Y/n, I love you, I love you please be mine.” He says as he reaches down to rub your clit, extending your orgasm along with his. You nod frantically as he licks and sucks on your neck, “I love you too~ Please mark me up, Taishi” You moan out as you feel his cock harden again.

You’re both startled by the timer going off. Not wanting to pull out, he holds you close to him with one hand as he maneuvers to get the cheesecake out of the oven. Placing it on the cooling rack, he looks down at you with a smirk. “I hope you have enough energy, my little cheesecake, cause I’m gonna make sure you reak of my cum for days.”

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML fic: The Hunt

(Warning, Contains Blood, and Graphic Violence)

(Happy Birthday @masked-bixch )

(I hope you enjoy the present at the end)

A man in a trench coat carrying a duffel bag walked into the sewers of Paris.

He was of a decent build and average height, not buff, not scrawny. His hair was short and jet black. He had a pencil mustache and kept most of his face hidden by the use of his hat. If needed he could likely slip into a crowd without notice.

He had heard of the bizzare events that have been occurring in Paris, a place were sad people get possessed by evil bugs and fight superheroes. It would sound insane if there wasn’t video proof.

What really was insane was the recent bounty that popped up. One that many would consider a practical joke. In fact, many thought it was done as a way to flush out greedy hitmen.

10 million Euros for Ladybug and Chat noir.

It was such a rediculous idea. Hiring an assassin to kill superheroes.

He didn’t understand why he was even bothering to check out the legitimacy of this insane bounty. Was it boredom? Perhaps hope for a challenge. He had been in this field for 20 years now, and he really wanted a way to prove himself. Not many people know it, but hitmen are arrogant egomaniacs. Reputation is as valuable as gold. If he could pull it off, then his rep would be without question.

He followed the directions to the rendezvous point, and he was shocked to see that this was legit.

In front of him stood a man in a purple suit and a silver mask, a metal briefcase in his hand. Even he knew that this was the villain of Paris, the super terrorist, Hawkmoth.

“So, it was real.” The man in the trench coat stated, an amused smile graced his face.

“I take it you are interested in the assignment.” The masked man questioned, keeping a serious face.

“I was curious about this strange bounty that popped up. Many people in my circle think it’s a set up to a sting operation.”

“Yet you came anyway?”

“I figured a cop wouldn’t be so brazen with their trap.”

Hawkmoth didn’t react to the man’s comments.

“Can I get the name of the man I’m hiring?”

“You can call me Hunter. You of all people should know the importance of a civillain identity being kept secret.” Hunter mused

Hawkmoth nodded.

“Very well. Hunter, your assignment is to get me the Miraculous of Ladybug and Chat noir, whether they are dead or alive is no concern of mine.”

Hunter looked at the villain before chuckling.

“So, your use of gloomy people has been so ineffective you needed to actually hire someone.”

Hawkmoth was not amused.

“So, if I take the job. Do I get some special equipment to deal with these freaks? Or will I be able to put a bullet in their skulls without a problem.

“The miraculous enhances their natural durability to superhuman levels. So long as their wearing the miraculous, normal weapons won’t be able to do much against them. A typical bullet would be a bug bite at worst.”

Hunter scoffed.

“Figured.”

Hawkmoth smiles.

“But, I can give you the edge you need.”

He reveals his Cane and opens the dome on top of it to reveal a black butterfly.

“A butterfly? I hope you are joking.”

“Trust me. This will be more then enough”

“Alright, show the cash. I need to make sure I aint getting stiffed.”

Hawkmoth tosses the suit case to the assassin.

He opens the case and his eyes go wide, a dark grin appears on his face.

“Let me just check to make sure its real.”

Hunter quickly pulls a bundle of bills and examines them, it was real. It was legit.

“And they say crime doesn't pay.” 

“Consider that a down payment. Should you succeed, you will be receiving payments over the course of 5 years.”

Hunter closes the case.

“I want those payments in American bills. Cant exactly stick around here spending this cash.”

“Your demands will be met. Now, shall we begin?”

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“Another quiet Patrol. Seems that Hawkmoth might have Migrated for the winter.” The cat themed costume quipped.

“I don’t trust this. Don't you find it off Chat noir? Its been over a month since the last akuma attack.” The red clad heroine commented.

“Relax Ladybug, maybe Hawkmoth felt humiliated after the 30th akumatization of Mr.Pigeon and decided to take up stamp collecting.”

Ladybug moved to the edge of the roof they were on to get a better view of the area. The night was quite peaceful, even for the city at night. Something felt very wrong.

Chat noir’s ear twitched as he picked up on something.

“Duck!”

Chat noir tackled Ladybug out of the way just barely avoiding a small incoming projectile.

“What was that?”

Ladybug looked in the direction of where the object came from.

“Roll!”

Ladybug rolled with Chat noir avoiding the next few attacks.

“What in Plagg’s name is going on!?” Chat noir questioned. Confused by the sudden attack.

The two got up.

“We need to move.” 

The two started to move across rooftops.

“Looks like Hawkmoth decided to get his lazy butt up again.”

“Chat noir Focus, this akuma is sniping at us.”

“Yea, its probably wants to capture us like with Desperada. We should avoid getting hit.”

The akuma looked away from his scope.

His clothes took the colors of the environment around him. His eyes blood red and his pupils like those of an eagle. He had a black mask cover his face, which also acted similar to his clothing. He was as stealthy as a chameleon. and as deadly as a Cobra.

“Damn, they are quicker then I expected. I guess that explains the high cost.”

He got up from his spot and stretched.

“I guess this is where the real fun begins.”

He goes into his bag to change his sniper rifle for two sleek  Desert Eagle Pistols.

“Gotta admit Hawky. You really suited me up. I can just think of a weapon and bam, I can pull it right out of my bag. I am pretty damn sure these are illegal here.”

A purple butterfly outline appeared over his eyes.

“Remember Hero Hunter, these aren't just copies. Thanks to the powers I gifted you, those weapons are lethal, even to them. That includes if they are turned on you as well.”

“Yea Yea, I am well aware of the powers. I get their magic trinkets, and take them back to you. And I can kill them if I want to.”

“Just be sure you succeed.”

“Noted.”

Hero hunter Dashed along the roof tops after the two. He was planning on doing two quick shots then clean up. But perhaps he can enjoy an up close kill.

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“We need to find a place to regroup and think of a way to handle this akuma.”

“Agreed, I hate when the akuma hides like this. It is super annoying.” Chat noir spat.

“Good thing I am not hiding.”

The two heroes stopped to see the akuma appear in front of them.

He was wearing camouflage that seemed to shift to the correct colors of his environment at will. He looked like a mix of a soldier and a game hunter. But what caught the two heroes attention were the two pistols in his hands.

“Are those guns? Like actual guns!?” Chat noir questioned in disbelief.

The akuma smirked.

“Desert Eagle. .44 Magnum. Always buy American.” He said as he pointed his gun at the cat.

“Now, hand over the miraculous, or I turn you both in to Swiss cheese.”

“Hate to tell you this, but those won't do anything to us. Got some impressive Invulnerability. At best those will be an annoy...”

Chat noir heard the click of the barrel but was caught off guard by the bullet the went through his thigh

“AGH!!!!” Chat noir Screamed as blood spilled out of the hole. He grabbed his Thigh as he fell down on one knee, reeling from the pain.

“So much for your durability.” He mocked. “Now last chance, or next shot goes through your skull.”

Ladybug felt a chill go down her spine. This was nothing like the other akuma attacks. This was a true life or death battle. Hawkmoth was playing for keeps!

He lined up his next shot for his head but his arm was snagged by a yo-yo. The sudden movement made him release his gun.

“You get away from him you monster!” Ladybug screamed in rage.

The akuma growled and turned his other hand to her, trying to shoot her.

Ladybug quickly jumped in the air, narrowly avoiding the bullets. He cursed as he realized he needed to reload.

Ladybug took this chance to scoop up Chat noir and get him out of there.

“Sneaky bug.” He muttered angrily. He was done playing nice. He didn't care if they were kids. They were making a mockery of him, and he has a reputation to maintain.

He goes into his bag and pulls out something much bigger.

“This will be perfect for Exterminating that bug.”

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“Ghhh.” Chat noir bit his lip to hold in his pain as Ladybug put pressure on the wound.

“Okay, so we have an akuma with weapons that ignore our durability.”Ladybug stated as she was trying to figure out a plan.

“Figured that one out. Thankfully, I can heal quick. I think the bleeding is stopping.” 

Chat noir managed to stand up. He grunted in pain as he kept himself standing.

“Oh no you don't. You are staying hidden until I solve this.”

“Like hell I am! You expect me to lay back and let the woman I love get shot at?! You're crazy if you think....”

Chat noir noticed Ladybug was in tears.

“Ladybug...”

“I don't want you to die Chatton! You are injured and that wound will slow you down. There is no way you can dodge bullets in your condition!”

“Ladybug... You still have miraculous healing. Once we beat the akuma, all the damage will be undone. That can't happen if you get killed. You need me out there.” Chat noir reasoned.

Ladybug could see his logic. She hated that he was right, she hated that there was a chance they could die. She hugged him. The two managing to calm their nerves after the embrace.

“Okay, but you need to be careful. I don't want you getting hurt anymore.”

“I promise, I will be alright when this is over.”

“Come out Come out Wherever you are!!”

A voice called out from a distance.

“Seems the hunter is getting impatient.” Chat noir rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe I have something to turn the tide and make the hunter the hunted.”

“Lucky Charm.”

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The Akuma sits on the roof top, his camouflage active to ensure he was hiding.

He was pretending that he was getting cocky in order to draw the two heroes out. They will be expecting an outright fight. But he had something special planned.

The two peer from their hiding place, looking around to see where he was.

‘Just a little further.’

“Where did he go? I could of sworn I heard him.” 

“Keep calm kitty, he might have a trick up his sleeve.”

‘Just pop right out.’

Chat Noir jumped out of the spot.

“Now!”

He presses the button in his hand.

A sting pulls chat noir back just barely avoiding the exploding mine.

“Damn it!” The akuma cursed.

“Nice try, we figured you would try something like that. And now we know where you are. So quit the chameleon act.

The akuma revealed himself and had his arms up.

“Alright. You caught me. I have been outsmarted.”

Ladybug could see that the man was clearly lying through his teeth, he was reaching for something.

“Its a trap.”

The man revealed a massive Gun and aimed it at them.

“Bye bye.”

The akuma let loose a storm of bullets from his automatic machine gun.

Chat noir began spinning his Staff as fast as he could to block the bullets. Ladybug used the opportunity to slick away.

“I never get to use these. They are so much fun!” The akuma roars with laughter. His bullets not as accurate as before with the powerful gun shooting off rapid fire.

Chat noir managed to block a majority of the bullets but he was getting knocked and hit by a few missed ones, He was starting to getting much bloodier and his baton was slowing down. He was biting his lip to avoid screaming in pain. These bullets hurt like hell.

“You’re finished you mangy mongrel.”

He felt something his his hands.

“What the heck.

“He looked up to see Ladybug.

He pointed his gun upward and began firing. A few bullets managed to connect as she was in the air.

“GHH!” She groaned in pain as she rolled from the landing.

“Nice try Bug. But now your going to be exterminated.”

He pointed the gun at her.

“Ladybug!” Chat noir cried out as he tried to move.

Click

“Out of ammo. No matter, I still have ammunition in my pistols and with how weak you two are, it will be easy pickings.” He boasted as he tried to drop his empty gun. But he couldn't.

“Wait... I can't let go of my gun!”

Ladybug smirked as she revealed the super glue she had on her person, she tossed it aside used her Yo-Yo to circle around his legs and tripped him. His pistols and duffel bag flew off of him as he was helpless to get them.

“You got to be kidding me!” He screamed in frustration.

“Chat noir, the bag!”

The cat slowly stumbled to the bag. Ladybug took notice of the dozens of holes in his body, the cat had managed to protect his vital organs, but his body was bloody and he would die from blood loss if the healing didn't happen soon.

“Hurry Chat!”

“Cata...clysm...” Chat noir called out in a weak voice as he fell forward. Touching the bag with his hand, turning it black and causing it to crumble. The black butterfly popped out.

“No!” The akuma shouted.

Ladybug untangled her yo-yo and went to snag the akuma.

“Time to de-evilize.”

She snagged the akuma with her Yo-Yo and purified it. This resulted in the akuma reverting back into his normal form.

“Chat, the akuma is down! Chat?”

She looks to see a large puddle of red liquid pooling around him.

Ladybug looked away, she couldn't freeze up right now. She needed to cast healing.

“Miraculous ladybug!”

She tossed the glue container into the air and she watched as her powers activate.

The damage to the environment vanished, and the pool of blood around chat noir vanished. Ladybug’s leg healed instantly.

“Chat!” She ran to the cat hero, who was still laying face down in the ground.

“Its alright Chat noir. I fixed everything. You are all fixed up.”

The de-akumatized hitman noticed the hero was distracted. He quietly made his way toward his bag. He had some things in there that would not give him plausible deniability over this whole mess.

“Chatton?” Ladybug touched his cheek and noticed he felt cold. She frantically began checking for a pulse.

“No... no no no... We... we won. This shouldn't.”

The assassin slicked away as the hero desperately tried to revive her partner.

“I wonder if hawkmoth will pay for half the job done?”

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Is Chat Noir Alive? Is he dead?

As my birthday gift @masked-bixch is the one that gets the final say!

I will write the ending after I get the response from her.

It is her birthday gift, she should get to decide how it all ends.

[theteller-marvelandtarot]

Perspective (Loki O.C. Part One)

Plot:  Vega is to become Queen of Asteria, but she can’t do it alone. Her parents try to set her up with the God of Mischief, but things don’t really go as planned.

Note:  This takes place before the first Thor movie

-Vega’s P.OV.-

I finish doing my makeup before Thor and Loki arrive in Asteria, Planet of Stars. The planet I will soon be queen of, which I do not want to happen. I’m a warrior, not a leader. Leader in the battlefield? Yes. Leader of an entire planet? No thank you.

I finish swiping my eyeliner to make a wing to finish off my brown and gold smokey eye. I sigh heavily and check myself over in the mirror. My parents advised for me to wear my usual “formal wear”. I look my face over first. I did my foundation lightly so that my freckles and my natural gold shimmer is still visible. I check to make sure my matte, red lipstick is not going to smudge or get all over my teeth. I spray my hair to ensure my flyaways stay in place for once. I looked at my hands and quickly fix up my chipped, black nail polish by adding a little more. I stand up and pick the little bits of lint off of my black, skin tight jumpsuit that has a sweetheart neckline and sleeves that fall off the shoulders. I do a little turn in the mirror, smiling a little at my figure that goes from my relatively large breasts to my small waist to my relatively large butt to my thick thighs. I walk a bit to make sure I won’t fall in my ridiculously tall, black, velvet dagger heels. I adjust my black velvet choker before I put on my tiara. My tiara is gold with two snakes that meet in the middle, each touching the oval shaped emerald that is in the middle. I take a deep breath and quickly check my teeth again in the mirror. I walk out of my room and see my sister, who I envy with all my heart.

My sister, Nova, is definitely the favourite of the two of us in the eyes of the kingdom, and my mother. She is 6’0”, thin with a nice, toned, hourglass figure. She has long, straight, platinum blonde hair, deep blue eyes, pale skin with rosy cheeks, a relatively thin nose, perfectly shaped lips. I look at her formal wear and it makes me envy her even more. She’s wearing a silk, white dress with spaghetti straps and a deep, v neckline, white lace high heels, a silk white choker, a light blue mesh cape with white sparkles through it, and her tiara with a set of diamond and sapphire wings. She has very simple, blue and light brown eyeshadow on her face and no other makeup. Her pale skin is so smooth and blemish free.

“That is your formal wear?” she asks me with a raised eyebrow.

“I like to be able to freely move my legs,” I shrug.

“Don’t shrug, Sweety,” Mother warns.

“But be yourself,” Dad assures me.

I smile at Dad. He smiles back.

“If he doesn't like your shrugging then he’s not worth your time,” he tells me.

“She’s soon to be Queen of Asteria, Dear. Queens don’t shrug,” Mother tells him.

“Not yet, anyway,” Dad smirks.

Mother chuckles and rolls her eyes before hugging Nova. Dad holds my hands and looks me in the eye.

“Vega, just be yourself. I mean it. Be your goofy, fun, lovable, beautiful, loud self. Stand out the way you do best. You may not be as graceful and classy as your sister, but you’re more fun and charismatic. So just be you, okay?” he tells me.

I smile widely and nod.

“Okay, Dad. Thank you,” I say.

He squeezes my hand gently before walking me to the stop of my half of the staircase. Mother leads Nova to her half of the staircase. The top of the staircase is blocked off by two curtains so that Thor and Loki cannot see my sister and I until we are announced.

-Loki’s P.O.V-

Thor and I stand at the bottom of the staircase once Orion and Comet, the servants of Vega and Nova, lead us into the palace. Nova and I had secretly communicated beforehand. I am being paired with Vega, who does not want to be queen, but is being coronated soon. Our plan is for Nova to reject Thor, and for me to convince Vega that she should run away from Asteria, leaving Nova and I with the throne. This shouldn’t be a difficult plan. If Vega is anything like Nova described her, hurting her should be easy. Nova described her as short, fat, blemished, loud, manly, with an obnoxious voice.

“Prince Thor, meet Princess Nova,” Comet tells Thor before pulling a white rope that was laying on the floor.

I have never seen Nova before, so I am pleasantly surprised when the curtain is pulled.

She has long, straight, platinum blonde hair that falls down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her eyes are the bluest I have ever seen. She’s is only slightly shorter than me, maybe an inch or two if she had no high heels on. She is pale with perfectly consistent skin, aside from her rosy cheeks. Her lips are a perfect shape, round with a pointed cupid’s bow. She is thin, but has a beautiful figure. Her outfit is absolutely beautiful as well. The white and blue suit her nicely. I smile at her a little as she walks down the staircase. She smiles back before beaming at Thor. She approaches him and shakes his hand. He smiles widely at her, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles.

“Prince Thor, it is a pleasure to meet you,” she says, her voice as smooth as her silk dress.

Her voice is breathy, soft, and clear.

“I can assure that the pleasure is all mine,” Thor flirts with a wide smile.

“And Prince Loki, meet the future Queen of Asteria, Princess Vega,” Orion smiles before pulling a black rope.

A green curtain is pulled and I am shocked to see the woman smiling a wide, mildly nervous, smile. She is much, much more attractive than I had imagined. She is, indeed, short, even with the tall black velvet heels on her feet. She is wearing an all black, skin tight ensemble. It hugs all of her perfect, large, curves well. The tight jumpsuit also outlines a bit of her abs, which are very sexy. The sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder sleeves help her show some cleavage, but I certainly am not complaining. Her skin is tanned and has a natural, gold shimmer like she bathes in gold sparkles. Her face is also covered in freckles, which I love. She has an adorable button nose, dark red pouty lips, and dark green, emerald eyes. Her long, silky, curled, black hair that falls to her hips bounces as she walks.

She walks so gracefully, allowing her hips to swing seductively as she loosely rests her hand on the railing of the staircase. That is, until she nearly trips over nothing. She catches herself and laughs as she walks down the stairs, no longer trying to be seductive. Her laugh is so deep, loud, and genuine. I smile at her bright smile and contagious laugh.

She bows slightly once she sees me. She holds her hand out for me to shake and smiles at me sweetly.

“Hi, I’m Vega. It’s nice to finally meet you, Prince Loki,” she says to me, her voice catching me off guard as well.

Her voice is, indeed, deep but it has a gorgeous rasp to it. I smile at her and bow as I take her small hand gently and hold it between both of mine.

“Likewise, Princess Vega,” I tell her.

“Now, the four of you may feel free to explore the palace and get to know each other,” Orion tells us.

“Thank you, Orion,” Vega smiles to Orion. He returns the smile.

I notice that Nova just ignores her servant. I look back to Vega.

“Come on, I’ll show you around. You’re going to love the bar, I can tell. It’s very black, gold, and green,” she tells me, leading me down some more steps, continuing to hold my hand.

“Don’t get attached,” I hear Nova’s voice in my head.

I ignore her and continue to walk with Vega. We enter the bar and it is oddly tasteful for a bar. The floors are black and gold marble, the walls are black, and the accents are all gold and green.

I smile widely.

“You and I have very similar taste,” I chuckle.

She also chuckles and smiles.

“I noticed. If this thing does work out for us then interior decorating should be rather simple,” she says.

I chuckle and smile at her charm. She’s very confident with herself.

“Sorry about my outfit by the way. It’s not exactly what you’d call formal wear but, hey, it’s comfortable,” she says, stepping behind the bar.

“I can assure you there is no need to apologize. You look beautiful,” I tell her.

She smiles at me widely.

“Thank you,” she says, “You look really, really handsome. Which is why I am mixing a drink, I am very nervous so I also apologize for the awkward banter.”

I laugh and smile widely at her.

“I think it’s charming, and cute,” I tell her.

“Did you also want a drink?” she asks through a giggle, holding a bottle of whiskey.

“Sure,” I reply.

She smiles and pours us each a drink. She leans over the bar, her breasts pushing up. I smile at her and take a drink.

“So, you are going to be the Queen of Asteria. Are you excited?” I ask her curiously.

“I would be if the entire planet didn’t hate me. I have about seven months to find someone to be with me, to learn the political history and ways of Asteria, and to make millions of people learn to tolerate me. So I’m mostly stressed and nervous,” she chuckles before taking a drink.

I’m confused as to why she thinks the entire planet hates her. Thor and I explored the land a bit before coming to the palace and there were murals of her everywhere, there were magazines with her on the cover all over the place. They seem to adore her.

“Why do you think everyone hates you?” I ask her curiously.

“My mother and my sister told me everyone hates me…” she says, looking down at her drink, trailing her fingertip along the rim of the glass.

“You don’t get out much, do you?” I ask her.

“No, I can’t leave the palace the year before my coronation unless I have someone with me. Orion and my dad are always too busy and my mother and sister are scared to be seen with me out there,” she answers.

“I’ll come with you. You need to see what it’s like within Asteria,” I tell her, standing up.

She raises her eyebrow at me.

“What if we get attacked or something?” she asks nervously.

I give her a look.

“Nova, you’re the second known strongest being in the universe. No one is going to try to hurt you,” I tell her.

She tilts her head to the side in confusion.

“The second? I didn’t think I was that powerful…” she says.

Queen Cassio and Nova are definitely brainwashing her without King Atlas knowing. I feel like she needs to see the truth.

“Vega, do you ever get the feeling that your family is hiding information from you at all?” I ask her.

“Sometimes, but only what they can’t tell me yet…” she says, starting to seem suspicious.

I hold my hand out to her.

“Let’s go,” I say to her.

She looks up at me suspiciously.

“You won’t be hurt, I promise,” I assure her.

She’s very hesitant to leave this palace. I can tell she’s scared that her family is right, but at the same time she’s afraid to find out the truth. I know this will likely affect my plan with Nova, but without Vega knowing the truth this will be far too easy.

“Trust me,” I say, looking her in the eyes.

She smiles a bit and takes my hand. She stands up.

“We’ll need to sneak out. Mother will freak out if she founds out I left,” she says before leading me to a secret doorway hidden behind the bottles of liquor on the wall.

She leads me through a dimly lit tunnel.

“You’ve had this all along and have never left the palace?” I ask her curiously.

“I leave,” she says, opening a door that leads to the outside, “But sitting right in front of this door is as far as I ever go.”

She walks out the door and I follow her. The two of us walk into the city. When we step foot into the village she squeezes my hand gently. I look down at her and see that she looks nervous. I intertwine our fingers. She looks up at me with a look that shows that she wants to leave.

“It is alright, Vega. Nothing can hurt us. Okay?” I say to her.

She nods and takes a deep breath.

“Okay,” she replies.

The two of us walk through the village together. She sees a large mural of her on the side of a building. She smiles, seeming surprised. She leads me to the mural.

“Our glorious future Queen of Asteria. Princess Vega, Goddess of Destruction and Peace,” she reads with a wide smile.

She looks up at the painting and smiles at how beautiful the painting is.

“There’s not even any vandalism on it or anything…” she says under her breath.

“Your people love you,” I tell her.

She continues to walk with me, a big smile on her face.

“It’s Princess Vega!” we hear a young girl yell.

The two of us turn around and see a group of five children, three girls and two boys, running towards her.

“It’s Prince Loki from Asgard, too!” one of the boys yells.

I’m taken aback by this. It’s not often that people are excited to see me, especially children.

“Oh yeah, the people of Asteria love Asgardians,” Vega smiles at me before kneeling to be on the same level as the children.

Two of the girls and one of the boys give Vega a big hug. I smile at how sweet Vega is with the children. I kneel down to the same level as the young boy and girl who are looking up at me.

“What are your names?” I ask them with a smile, loving the attention I’m getting.

Vega spend about twenty minutes or more with these children before their parents make them leave.

“I am so sorry about that, they can’t get enough of you, Princess Vega,” the mother apologizes.

“No, don’t worry about it. They’re very polite, sweet kids. You two are doing a great job with them,” Vega smiles at the parents.

The mother and father smile at Vega widely.

“Thank you. We’re happy to be having a queen as compassionate as you,” the father says to her.

“And pretty!” one of the boys yells.

Vega giggles and smiles widely.

“We’ll leave you two be now. Enjoy the rest of your day,” the mother tells us.

“You, too,” Vega smiles.

“Thank you for allowing them to speak with us,” I add.

“No, thank you for speaking with them. Any other heir we meet from the palace won’t give us the time of day, except for King Atlas,” the father replies.

Vega and I smile and say goodbye to them. The two of us continue to walk around, talking to residents of Asteria, going into shops. We spend the day just getting to know Asteria.

The two of us find a garden that evening. There are lights all over the place and the sky is covered in stars. The two of us sit on the ground near a rose bush, sitting across from each other. I smile at how beautiful Vega is, the lights making her gold tinted skin glow and her green eyes shine.

“So, are you still nervous to become queen?” I ask her.

“Not as much. It’s good to know that they don’t actually hate me. But now I know that my mother and Nova are lying to me… I know Nova wants to be queen, but if it works out with Thor then she will become a queen. Just not the Queen of Asteria,” she says, “But I’m really happy to see how good you are with the people if this does work out. You’re really kind and loyal. Just what Asteria wants in a king.”

“I’m surprised to see that your people like me. I’m surprised they even know who I am,” I tell her.

“We love Asgard and we learn a lot about you guys in school. Asgard and Earth are our two favourite worlds to be allied with. So our two worlds coming together is incredible,” she tells me.

I smile and nod.

“It is incredible. I think it will do both of our worlds some good,” I reply.

The two of us head back to the palace a few moments later. We successfully sneak into the wing where the bedrooms are located.

“I had a lot of fun with you today, Loki. Thank you,” she says with a smile.

“You’re welcome. Good luck with Thor tomorrow,” I say to her.

She chuckles and kisses my cheeks softly.

“I doubt that he can do better than you,” she says, keeping her voice quiet.

I smile at her in surprise. She winks at me before she goes into her room. I go into my room and sigh heavily. I take off my clothes and lay back in bed.

I learned something today. I do not want Vega getting hurt. But I’m worried that I made her want to stay. Perhaps I could convince Nova to come to Asgard with me and set up Thor with Vega. They’re both light hearted, outgoing people with a love of war in the name of peace. I just need to be careful to not fall for Vega, which will be harder than I had thought. But tomorrow I get to spend the day with Nova, and Vega and Thor get to spend the day together.

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