#but i think i'm starting to really figure her out!

[damnfeelings09]

Who'd have known? - Shadow's version

A.N: Hello! been in a little writters block and finally pulled myself out of it thanks to @dayoftearsandmourning lovely request so this one goes specially for her (I hope it's what u wanted)I hadn't heard this song before but it's so cute an fluffy so I hope I made justice. Also yes I know Rouge is not (yet) on the SMU (sonic movie universe) but I dont care.

Shadow felt comfortable, welcoming the warmth in his chest, his muscles relaxing allowing himself to drift away, something that only happened when he was with you, even while doing the most mundane things like sitting next to you watching your favorite show. Shadow had stopped paying attention to the TV, fixing his attention on you noticing every change in your expression, the little smile peeking out of your lips, the flutter of your eyelashes, the way you puckered your nose when the main character got into trouble. He noticed how you hugged your torso, the cold of the night becoming present, without thinking, without planning it, he placed his arm around your shoulders, as if it were the most natural thing between you.

“…Put your arm around my shoulder And it was as if the room got colder”

The gesture did not go unnoticed by you. The warmth flooding your cheeks painting them pink, you enjoyed his company and certainly enjoyed his touch making circles on your shoulder. From time to time you would turn around and explain something about the chapter you were watching, Shadow would listen to you attentively but prayed that you wouldn't ask him what he thought because he would have to admit that he was lost in the sound of your voice just like that first time he saw you.

“I didn't know where this was going…”

Months ago, when Shadow had just arrived to live in Green Hills, at the request of Sonic and his friends, in a quiet morning walk in town he found a small cafeteria, it looked cozy and the sweet vanilla scent mixed with coffee gave him the courage to open the door.

You were arranging the desserts on the sideboard, when you heard the bell announcing a new customer, returning to your place at the counter, finding dark spikes and red tips, you lowered your gaze a little, crimson eyes looking back at you.  “Hello! What can I get you started today?” your smile warm and gentle, something Shadow was not so used to since he had come to live with the wackausky.

“Coffe,” he says, placing his hands on the counter.

“Sure thing, what kind of-?”

“Beans.” he cut you off.

“Oh… that's new. Let me see what I can do.” you walked to the back opening a new bag of coffe beans for the machine and putting em on a small plastic bag adding a sticky note to it. “What's your name?”

“Shadow?” he said in a questioning tone, not really understanding why you wanted to know.

“Okay, here you go Shadow, enjoy” you handed him the bag. Shadow took it, leaving a five dollar bill on the counter as he turned to leave “Come back anytime!” you say enthusiastically.

On the way back to the Wackausky's Shadow found his name written in beautiful calligraphy along with a smiley face. At the time he didn't understand why, but his heart had been turned upside down.

“I haven't left you for days now And I'm becoming amazed how You're quite affectionate in public”

It wasn't the first time you had spent time together, much less the first time Shadow had stayed at your house, yet the buzzing of Shadows mind was not leaving him alone, has it always been like this? Being... so close? In his mind he went over all those dates was that what they were? That you had had, the moments you had shared, comparing them with what was happening, however to him it seemed... the same. Nothing had changed between you, so why did he feel that something was going on? Why did the scent of your shampoo feel sweeter than usual? Why did you look prettier than usual under the warm light?

Shadow was in a lot of trouble, he couldn't figure out what had happened to you, why something felt different when he was near you, why his hands were shaking when he was next to you, why he was staring at you so hard when you put balm on your lips? he didn't know what to do, so he did the only thing he could do given the situation. Go to Rouge.

“What could possibly be? Perhaps I'm sick” he said as he paced back and forth with his hand cupping his chin “Nonsense, I am the ultimate lifeform, I can't get sick.”

“In fact your friend said it made her feel sick And even though it's moving forward There's just the right amount of awkward”

“Oh gods” said Rouge smacking his forehead with her hand “You're a fool Shadow, but you're cute so I'll forgive you. You’re not sick but you might as well be blind. You’re in love.

“In… love?” he said in a questioning tone “No, I don't understand what you're talking about.”

“You like her Shadow and it's so obvious to everyone that I'm surprised she hasn't noticed yet. Especially with that little dance you do whenever she's around.” Dancing? No Shadow didn't dance, she barely knew how to move her arms “You know, when you circle around her while she's cooking?”

“But I... I don't-” he said trying to defend himself.

“Oh my... you are really oblivious.”

Circling? What did Rouge mean by that? You and Shadow were... friends, yes, good friends. He liked spending time with you, listening to you talk about the new dessert recipes you would try in the cafeteria and what your childhood had been like in your grandmother's bakery and yes it was true that he constantly found himself walking in circles across the kitchen with you in the middle, but that was just his way of passing the time while you were concentrating on your work, wasn't it? You were just very nice, kind and always had a smile for him. Shadow loved your details like his bag of coffee beans every day waiting for him or the notes wishing him good morning, they made him feel special and he’d be lying if he said he hadn't noticed the recent appearance of hearts around his name on every note. But that's all it was, right?

“You told your friends, they all know We exist but we're taking it slow Let's just see how it goes”

Slow but steady you had fallen for him too. Too scared to accept your feelings, you didn't know if Shadow shared what you did and you didn't want to ruin his friendship over a simple crush. Except it wasn't just a crush, you constantly found yourself thinking about him, buying things just because they reminded you of him, longing for the clock to move faster to the number 9, for that was the time Shadow always arrived at the coffee shop.

The doorbell rang and as if your prayers had been answered there stood the hedgehog you so longed to see. Shadow had a frown on his face, as if he was worried about something, next to him Rouge was whispering in his ear.

“Hey guys!” you said coming out from the counter to greet them giving them a kiss on the cheek as was your custom. Shadow blushed as he felt your lips on his muzzle, averting his gaze to the new decorations you had added to the cafeteria. The painting of a reddish comet streaking across the sky among the stars hung high above their heads. Shadow admired the painting beside you.

“I like it”

“So do I, it made me think of you” you said without thinking. The curiosity present in Shadow “Cause... you were a star lighting up the sky, bringing your brightness to where it's needed.” Red cheeks on your face as you spoke “you okay?” you said as you noticed Shadow hiding his head in his hands, a soft click click click coming from him.

“Are you mine? Are you mine? 'Cause I stay here all the time”

“These two are going to need more help than I thought,” Rouge thought.

That's how we arrived at this moment, both of you sitting on the park bench watching the sunset. A bouquet of yellow and lavender flowers on your lap. He had done just what Rouge had advised “take her somewhere nice, buy some flowers and confess your feelings”, except he was having trouble with the last part. For the first time in his life he felt... unsure, what if it was all in his mind? What if Rouge was wrong? Shadow couldn't bear to lose someone special, not again.

“This feels so good” you said leaning into him, your head on his you felt his body stiffen against your touch, your little finger on his hand seeking to intertwine your fingers with his. Maybe it was the heat of the moment or the dizziness your scent gave him, maybe it was the lavender haze in his mind, but somehow he found the courage to speak.

“I... I like you.”

“I like you too Shadow.”

“No, I mean, I-I think I love you.”

“Who'd have known? Who'd have known? When you flash up on my phone I no longer feel alone Let's just stay, let's just stay”

You looked at him, your face tilted to one side and a slight blush starting to grow as the butterflies in your stomach flutter uncontrollably. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine this would happen but as you tried to keep it cool you couldn't help but let a small smile creep across your face as Shadow confessed his feelings. “I think I love you too” you said intertwining your fingers with his as if a promise had been sealed between the two of you.

“Now let's just see how it goes Let's see how it goes”

[internetgiraffekid1673]

I'm now racking my brain for book scenes that would pass a reverse bechdel test, just for fun. It is genuinely so funny to me that I'm having to make the same exceptions I usually make in reverse, lol. Dexter in particular gets more focus in the books, but his best friends are Raven and his sister, so that doesn't help much lmao.

I can think of a few that come close off the top of my head. The first is in Dexter's end-of-summer short story that takes place just before the school year.

The Charmings are at a big family reunion and they all segregate by gender for a family scavenger hunt. The girls get a list of places to lock themselves up in where they have to wait for rescue, while the boys all get a list of family heirlooms to hunt down. Each heirloom is guarded by something dangerous, but saving the princess will give you something helpful to defeat it.

No girls are mentioned explicitly by name except for an off-handed comment about Grandma Alluring and most of them are only vaguely referenced i.e. "save a princess if you find her, but BACK TO THE QUEST!"

(Neither Darling nor Dexter plays by the rules of course. Darling saves herself (with a little accidental help from Kitty), and ends out retrieveing a magic sword out of a swimming pool while fighting the razor eel guarding it. She then rehides the sword in a much safer and easier spot and helps her 7 year old cousin find it, so that he can get some of the attention he's been lacking (poor kid is named Good Enough because his parents ran out of adjectives.

Dexter trips and falls into a broom closet where he gets attacked and imprisoned by a changeling that was NOT part of the game. No, apparently his cousin Charity really wanted some alone time away from the Charming Insanity TM to read some books, so she summoned a malevolent and dangerous magical being to impersonate her. She was immediately imprisoned, but since she hasn't run out of books yet, she's not too fussed, and she figures she'll only start screaming when she gets bored. Dexter breaks himself out and defeats the changeling using his Aunt Arachne's magical crochet hook, and then sends Darling to rescue Charity).

Dexter also has a short conversation about being a wallflower with a half-ogre manservant Gordon (where Gordon offhandedly mentions his mother and father) in this, and a good-natured wrestling match with Daring at the beginning (where Dexter yells "oh no, she's going to fall" to trick Daring off his game, which works). I think between these moments, we've got a full scene.

The next would be in A Semi-Charming Kind of Life, which is in the Next Top Villain series by Suzanne Selfors.

There are many scenes in this book where Darling impersonates Dexter via wearing his full body jousting armor and pretending to have a flu so s/he can't talk (Dexter actually does have the flu and is safely sleeping in his dorm during these scenes. He has no idea she's doing this).

As such, while Darling is technically present for all the jousting classes, she doesn't actively participate in the conversation and everybody thinks there are no girls around. Since all of these scenes are almost exclusively about jousting techniques and tournament talk, I think they count, even if Darling isn't paying particularly close attention to the guys' small talk since she's busy trying not to expose herself.

The final one I can think of off the top of my head is a very miniscule moment---more of a microscene---in Once Upon a Pet.

During the story about how Hopper got his pet dragonfly, he spends a lot of time with his roommate Sparrow Hood. While most of this is spent in typical Hopper fashiom---obsessing over Briar---the presence of a fire-breathing dragonfly distracts him from girls for a fair bit. They spend decent time brainstorming a name for him (Briar ends out naming him Drake), and Hopper also monologues at Drake---in frog form---about how he's not uncivilized enough to eat him, even if he is hungry.

Well! That was a fun little experiment! The fact that I have to have such extensive book knowledge and I'm STILL nitpicking does prove your point, and your point about how funny/kinda cool Mattel is for this is a good one (especially because it is 10 times worse over in Monster High. Love you Mattel). But I will say if you'd like to see more stuff about the dudes where they get to actually do things and be more developed, go read the books!

Who am I kidding, I only ever EAH post for one reason. Even if you don't care about the guys, go read the books! They're great! Maybe if I get enough of you on this train someone'll finally write fanfic with book canon!

in love with how eah would fail a reverse bechdel test if it existed. there's like six guy characters and i cannot for the life of me recall an episode with them that didn't involve any of the girls. the thronecoming day bookball game? they were losing badly and got their asses saved by cerise. dragon games? not a single guy got drafted onto a team. not even daring, the only one who has a confirmed dragon riding license. true hearts day? ashlynn was given comfort by her friends but the writers didn't even have a single scene of hunter being consoled by his friends. this is mattel keeping fifth wave feminism alive

[spiderb00]

- What Is Your Word Of The Day?

Manon Bannerman x 7 member!reader  (request)

"The taste of victory is good, but don't celebrate too loudly” 

Genre – fluff          Warnings – none 

Now playing – Perfect Night, by Le Sserafim 

The night was calm, all the Kats were spread out comfortably in the living room. Sophia, Yoonchae and Megan were watching some movie on television, Lara and Daniela were gossiping about someone you didn't know very well, and Manon, your girlfriend, was listening to all the conversation of yours while stroking your hair. You all didn't have many days off, but when you did, you made it all worth it. The day off was a day with no stress, no complaints and no headache, you unfortunately, were going down a different path.

A few weeks ago, you discovered this word game called Daily Wordle, and you immediately became obsessed with it. You had X number of attempts and if you couldn't get them right, you would lose the game and could only play it again the next day. So, you were very concentrated at that moment, so concentrated, that you didn't even notice the strange looks that your friends and girlfriend were exchanging.

You were quiet for a long time, and that wasn't very normal for you, the girls always said that you and Daniela were the loudest, so when they didn't hear a word if it comes out of your mouth, they were definitely worried.

Exchanging silent glances, the girls debated whether or not to ask if there was something wrong. Your state of stillness was at least a little troubling, and Sophia, as the leader, began to really wonder if anything had upset you.

The girls looked at your girlfriend, silently asking if you were okay. Manon, who just shrugged, tried to look over your shoulder at what you were doing on your phone. When she was close to seeing what you saw so much on that phone, you jumped up off the couch.

"FUCK, YEAH!" You said, jumping up and down, making the girls startle and Sophia glare.

"Yn! Language!" Sophia said as she watched you jump for joy.

"I'm sorry, but I've finally settled the word of the day!" You said, jumping until you got close to Manon and threw yourself into your girlfriend's lap.

"Solved what?" Megan asks, getting confused by what you were saying.

"It's a game, I only have a few tries to figure out the word of the day and I finally got it, at the last minute." You said, laughing and kissing Manon's cheek, showing your happiness. "It was one of the hardest words I've ever caught."

"Why didn't you ask for our help?" Lara asked, reaching out and picking up your phone, to see how the game worked.

"I thought you might think it was silly." You said, slightly embarrassed by your confession.

"Awn, baby. It's not silly." Manon said, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear and giving a little kiss on your lips. "How about I help you next time, huh?" Manon offered, bringing a smile to your face.

"I would love it, love." You respond, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, we're still here!" Daniela said, throwing a cushion at both of you. "And we can help too." The Latina said, making you a little surprised.

"yes, it sounds fun. We'll help you next time." Lara said, giving you back your phone.

"Thank you girls." You said, making them smile back at you.

"But don't yell like that again." Yoonchae said, looking at you with a warning look, making you swallow hard and agree.

MY CLASSES WILL START IN A WEEK, I'M FREAKING OUT GUYS SORRY

Stay safe and drink water

xoxo, spider.

[emsdevs]

Hi ☺️ I've never written like this on any blog before, but recently a thought crossed my mind about Nico and when I saw your post I thought of writing you. What if the reader is studying sports medicine and needs to study for an exam? She would have known Nico Hischier for some time thanks to her father who is a former NHL player and Nico would have helped her with her studies. She has a big crush on him. And She was just learning about muscle injuries and Nico wanted to give her a visual demonstration of his muscles, so he took off his shirt so that Angie can clearly show places where injuries can occur 🤭? If it's stupid, forget it 🙈 But it seemed like an interesting idea for a short blurb, I think. And sorry for my English, it is not my native language 😅 Have a nice day 🩷

Anatomy Lesson

a/n: I'm so sorry for the delay love. I hope you like it!! I don't know much about sports medicine or human anatomy, so a little bit of credit goes to @heartsforjh for telling me about different muscles and where they can be found!! 🩵

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You had been knee-deep in anatomy flashcards all evening, and it didn’t seem like it would end any time soon. You had just started looking at the different kinds of muscle injuries for an upcoming exam when you heard a knock at your door. You stood from your couch and made your way to your door, looking through the peephole to find Nico Hischier. Your father introduced the two of you at a Devils event a few years ago, and you have been close friends ever since. You slowly opened the door, confused as to what might have brought him here unannounced, and that’s when Nico smiled brightly and held up the take-out he’d brought.

“You mentioned that you’d been studying most of the day, so I thought you might need a pick-me-up,” he gave you a soft smile before coming in.

“I really appreciate that, Nico,” you return his smile. You lead him into your living room, where you then take a break to eat with Nico. Once the take-out is gone and you’re both full, you settle back in studying, Nico watching with a curious gaze beside you. It doesn’t take him long to pipe up.

“What exactly are you studying? I mean I know it’s like bones and stuff, but what are you struggling with right now?” 

“Right now, I’m looking at the different types of muscles, where they’re located, and how they can be injured, specifically sprained.”

“Oh, wow. That’s… a lot,” Nico grimaces.

“I just can’t quite figure out the abdominal muscles and the ones in that general area. Like I’m almost struggling to picture where exactly they’re located.”

“Oh, well here you go,” Nico stood straight up, slipping his shirt off and tossing it onto the couch beside where you’re sitting. “Now you have a good visual.”

Your mouth runs dry, and you’re not sure when you’ll be able to speak again. Usually, you can keep your crush on the hockey player on the down low, but right now, you’re not sure that’s possible. Just as quickly as your mouth went dry, it started watering, and you had to fight to keep yourself from noticeably drooling. He’s attractive all the time, but with his toned body on display about two feet in front of you, you’ve never been more attracted to him than right now.

“Ummm, yeah. Thanks, Neeks,” you squeak out. Nico pretends not to notice how flustered you are. He had put together a few weeks ago that you returned his feelings, so he’s been trying to subtly step up his game, hoping you would realize he feels the same as you. Being a live model was definitely not in his plan when he showed up today, but he’s thinking this might work out in his favor. “Of course! Feel free to touch too. It might be helpful to feel exactly where the muscle is. You know?”

“Yeah… yep,” your face is bright red. You’re sure of it. 

Before you knew it, you had been naming muscles and pointing them out on Nico’s body for about an hour. You were holding your breath at this point, not used to being this close to him.

“Okay, so obviously these are the pectoralis major muscles,” your hands hover over his pecs, “so this would be the external intercostal muscles.” You move your hands downwards just a few inches, right over where the muscles would be, but something in the air changes when you take a moment to look up at Nico. Your eyes locked, and your hands shifted forward just slightly, now fully lying on his lower chest. You can feel your breathing quicken, and you see Nico’s eyes dart down to your lips. A second later, his lips are on yours, and the moment your brain catches up to what’s happening you’re returning the kiss feverishly. 

His hands move to your waist before one of them slides to your lower back, pulling you as close to him as possible. As much as you love the feel of his firm chest under your hands, you need something to ground you, so you slide them both up his body, leaving one on the back of his neck while the other moves to his hair. You grab his hair lightly, trying to keep him close, but it only causes him to groan into your mouth, pushing into the kiss a little harder. In retaliation, he bites your bottom lip before he pulls away, both of you needing to catch your breath.

The two of you stand there for a moment, not sure what to do now that the line of friendship has been crossed. You watch as a smile slowly breaks out on Nico’s face, and there’s a matching one on yours not long after. You both laugh under your breath, and you hide your face in Nico’s shoulder, hoping he won’t see how red you are.

“How was that for an anatomy lesson?” he giggles like a schoolboy, giving you those perfect doe eyes of his.

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[growth-opportunities]

You found a sound that makes a girl’s boobs grow…and then you left it on all night!

Ever since she left for Europe, my girlfriend had been having trouble sleeping. She blamed it on jet lag at first but, after six weeks, that seemed less likely. Sleeping pills hadn't really helped and while meditation podcasts put her to sleep, they had a tendency to give her very strange dreams. The lack of sleep was starting to unravel her and it broke my heart that I couldn't be there to comfort her, which is ultimately where we came up with the idea that I'd record one of those meditation tracks for her. She always found my voice relaxing and it'd seem like I was there in the room with her and that might help her fall asleep. I, of course, immediately agreed to the plan and did my research, listening to the tracks that she liked most, picking out some good background music, and making my voice as smooth and soothing as possible. In my defense, I generally thought of hypnosis as junk science, and a hypnotic track promising to grow a woman's tits overnight especially so. So I didn't think there was any harm in taking a sample of it, turning it way, way down, and mixing it into the track.

Thanks to the time difference, it was midday for me when I sent her the track just before her bedtime. She was so excited to listen to it, just being really sweet, one of those moments where I was reminded of exactly why I fell in love with her in the first place. I told her to listen to it in good health and, genuinely, I completely forgot about that little Easter egg I had hidden under the low vibrations behind my voice. The rest of my day was quiet, finishing up work, making dinner, spending a few hours playing video games. As had become our ritual, I settled into bed and waited for her to text me good night so I could text her good morning. I wasn't expecting a picture but, when I opened it, I suddenly remembered what I had done. There was more tit bulging out of her dress than she'd had in both tits put together the day before. Her wide hips had left her bottom heavy for most of her life, but now she was well on her way to an hourglass figure.

I made a hasty apology, saying that I didn't expect it to work and had completely forgotten the expansion track was in the mix, but she quickly silenced me. "I don't blame you, baby. Hell, I'm not even that mad. I suppose it's a bit typical, but, I gotta be honest... I'm kinda loving it... And I slept like a fucking rock. Best sleep I've had since I got here. So, basically, what I'm saying is... I wonder how big I'm gonna be by the time I'm back stateside."

[dailyfigures]

Unpopular opinion: I hate hate HATE loli figures. idc if people collect them because they’re ‘cute’ it’s still weird asf imo, there are so many other and much cuter figures. It disgusts me how popular and normalized they are among the anime community.

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oh god anon allow me to specifically rant about one of my worst pet peeves. i used to see this mostly on tiktok when i still had the app, but i've seen it happen on most social media.

it really grinds my gears when people own a suggestive/nsfw figure of a minor, and then accuse anyone who dares to say something about it of sexualising children. if you want to own figures of a child/teenager in lingerie, i'm really not a fan of that but at least own up to it. don't act like everyone else is weird when you own a figure made with a certain intention and refuse to admit it.

maybe it helps to give an example; i saw someone on tiktok own a figure of ram from re:zero in lingerie, on hands and knees with an arched back. i think ram is 17 and later in the series an adult, arguebly not the worst figure ever but i can imagine people finding it a little weird. op started accusing everyone who made a comment about the figure by pulling an uno reverse and going "wow....how deeply SICK of YOU to see a child and make it sexual....i would NEVER see her like that.....". ok good for you but i can assure you that was the intention the figure was made with, the target audience is adult men and it's strange to deny this. they even claimed that it was fine because "everyone who collects ram is sapphic anyway" i can assure you that is not true 😭😭 this is very much a case of being in your little online gay bubble and thinking the whole world is the same as you. the target audience of all (female) suggestive/nsfw figures is simply straight men. i'm not saying it's the only people who can own them, but it is who the companies have in mind when producing the figures and it is the largest part of the market. it reminds me a bit of when kpop stans think only gay 17 year olds stan their favourite girl group and then you watch a perfomance where the crowd cheering isn't filtered out and it's all 40 year old men. i'm not stoked about it either, but it is simply the truth.

ofcourse i've seen people reaching, it does happen on tiktok that people get overly sensitive/woke/whatever and blindly hate anyone who collects normal nsfw figures or anyone else who didn't do anything wrong. not every tiktok comment section is filled with the brightest minds of our generation (shocker, i know). i do however think it's a common thing, even with real life children, where people try to question something inappropriate and somehow get the blame. i saw this happen when mothers thought it was strange that target sells swimsuits for babies/toddlers with hip cut outs, and then people accusing said moms of being the weird ones for "thinking a children's swim suit is sexual". guys am i losing my mind. am i going crazy. the concerned mothers are not the problem here for pointing out a weird thing. why in god's name were the swim suits designed like that. can we get an ounce of critical thinking in the chat.

AND ANOTHER THING! sorry guys this is like 5 years of built up irritation you have to let me go for a moment. anyway LOOK at this same shit i saw yesterday. i will not share the video but it was a video of very young middle school girls wearing heavy (gyaru?) makeup, fashion, wigs and nails which was honestly already a bit baffling because it was so much on such young kids. they were all wearing that fashion trend where you wear low rise pants/skirt and then pull up your thong strings to the high heavens so they're on your hips and sticking out off your pants/skirt. not a trend i usually mind but these were very young girls and the whole look, the visible underwear especially, was very inappropriate for their age so people in the comments were uncomfortable. i took one single peak at the comments and had to leave for my own sanity. you guys cannot be serious.

and let me get this very clear: i have also seen people sexualise children doing normal things many times. both extremes are a problem. i think it's fucking weird to sexualise a child giving their parents a kiss or telling a child they shouldn't wear their bathing suit around their male family members, etc. however it is ALSO fucking weird for children to do/wear things that were specifically made for adults doing adult things (like wearing visible lacy thongs when you're in middle school) and no adult stepping in for the child's own safety. both things are weird and i hope everyone dies. anyway what were you saying anon? ah right, no i don't like loli figures either. not a fan.

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[barnesafterglow]

the art of missing someone

summary: bucky barnes was a lot, but he would always be yours

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: brief college then modern au, little bit of angst, don't ask if this is based off personal experience i will cry, smut (MINORS DNI!) [unprotected sex, oral (f receiving)], confessions, idk man i'm just here

a/n: first fic of 2025!! this was a bitch and i still lowkey hate it but it is what it is

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The thing about Bucky Barnes was, well, he’s kind of an asshole.

In a funny way, really, but an asshole through and through and, for some reason, that did it for you.

It did it for you so much, in fact, that you had been going in circles with him for years now. You met him originally at a party in college; you didn’t know anyone except for your roommate, Natasha, and she introduced you. You immediately gravitated towards him, with his quick wit and sharp opinions, you felt like you could talk to him about anything. He kept close to you the entire night, getting more touchy as the evening dragged on, until the tipping point came.

You were finishing up a game of beer pong where you and Bucky absolutely dominated, and as you sank the last cup, he picked you up, swinging you around before setting you back on your feet. The thing is, he didn’t really let you go. You stood there, in the middle of a crowded party, with his arms around you and it was like everyone else disappeared.

Searching your eyes for permission, he bent his head down and his lips met yours and that was really the beginning of it all. It was unlike any kiss you had ever had, sweet but a little desperate and you craved more.

It became a thing, after that. You would see Bucky at a party, make nice for a few hours, then end up in a closet or empty bedroom making out until someone came to find you.

But more than that, Bucky became your friend. He was who you talked to in your darkest moments, who you sent stupid videos to, everything, and you liked it like that.

That is, until everything got turned on its head.

It happened right after graduation. You had just moved into your own apartment and were waiting for Bucky to come over for movie night. You hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, the communication very much lacking, but you figured it was just a busy time for both of you and once you got settled, everything would be fine.

That is, until you got a phone call as you closed the microwave door and started the popcorn. Immediately seeing Bucky’s name, you wiped your hands and answered.

“Hey, you almost here?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a sigh.

“I- I don’t know how to say this,” Bucky started, and you found yourself growing nervous. There was nothing you and Bucky couldn’t talk about. Well, almost nothing. “Me and Dot, well, we’ve been talking and…”

His voice trailed off, the line going quiet again. But you were going to make him say it.

“We’re getting back together. She really wants to make it work this time.”

And there it was. Dot was Bucky’s on again-off again for the last several years, stretching back to before you even knew him, and it was a sore spot in your friendship. They had mostly been “off” in the time you’d known him, save for a few memorable occasions where she wormed her way back into his life for a couple weeks just to break his heart all over again. It was safe to say she was not your favorite person, and you certainly weren’t hers.

“Bucky…” you started, but he cut you off.

“No, I know what you’re thinking.” He actually probably had no clue how evil the thoughts you had were, but you weren’t going to enlighten him. “But it’s serious this time, we’ve been talking since graduation and we’re both ready to give this a real shot, without all the bullshit.”

He sounded so sincere, and he was your best friend, so you took a deep breath and sighed, accepting the fact that if you wanted Bucky in your life, this was just something you would have to deal with.

You could hear his relieved laugh on the other end, and you felt your stomach give an odd lurch, like someone had pulled a carpet out from under you.

“I knew you would understand, thank you.”

“Of course, Buck. Now, what about movie night?”

Another beat of silence, then, just like you knew it would happen:

“I can’t, Dot is coming over.”

You wanted to argue, to scream, to make him feel bad about choosing her over you, but hadn’t he already? So instead, you mumbled a quiet agreement and hung up, not wanting to talk to him any longer. Already, it felt like the beginning of the end.

And you weren’t sure you were ready for that.

-

It didn’t even happen slowly, is the worst part. You didn’t see Bucky that night, or any night for the weeks that followed. It wasn’t until you saw him at the coffee shop by your apartment that you were able to talk to him.

You sat down at his table, no longer interested in placid excuses and apologies, and asked him point blank what was going on.

“I’m just trying to keep Dot happy.”

“By staying away from me?” You were frustrated, sure, but under that really you were just hurt. “Listen, you know I don’t like her, but I would never ask you to choose between us. That’s not fair and if she cared about you like she said she does, then she wouldn’t either.”

“It’s not like that!” His voice was raising, just a little, so you knew he was just being defensive. He must have heard it too because he cleared his throat, voicing going back to normal. “I just don’t want to cause any problems.”

You nodded, grabbing your coffee as you stood up, and headed for the door. If he was willing to let your friendship go, then you weren’t going to fight him on it. So you left, face heated with embarrassment and tears threatening to spill over.

As you passed the threshold to the coffee shop back onto the sidewalk, you pulled your headphones on, ignoring the bustle of the city and Bucky still watching you leave through the window.

-

Adjusting to a life without Bucky was weird, you had to admit, but you did it anyway. The first few weeks were the hardest, when he was the first person you wanted to text during any occasion, but eventually that muscle memory faded until you were reaching out to the people who actually valued you in their life. 

Almost a year passed, and you moved on in all the ways you could. You heard Bucky moved back across the river to Brooklyn and that was about all you knew; your friends avoided the mention of even his name if they could help it, even though you knew at the very least Steve and Natasha still talked to him.

You just hoped he was happy, no matter what he was doing.

It was a cold January night when the notification came through. Wanda had recently convinced you to get on a dating app, even though you were perfectly content being single, thank you, but you had to admit the attention didn’t hurt.

You weren’t expecting much when your phone chimed and you unlocked it without even looking at the notification. Which is how you came face to face with Bucky’s Hinge profile, and a message attached to a picture of you that you knew he had taken saying: hey, you look familiar.

Was that really how he was going to make amends, on a dating app?

You supposed it was kind of funny, in that asshole way of his, and you stared at the message for another moment before responding.

oh, i know you?

if you want to

And, well, that was the thing. You did want to. No matter what he did, no matter how much he hurt you, he was still your best friend. Your Bucky.

Instead of answering, you pulled up a contact you hadn’t opened in months and pressed call. It rang one time before a familiar voice flooded the other end.

“Hey, stranger.”

“Hey, Buck.”

It was a healthy conversation, if you were being honest. Bucky apologized, told you he and Dot were done for good this time and, against your better judgment, you accepted it. You talked for hours after that, catching up on life and reminiscing on old memories, until you checked the time.

“Shit, it’s late,” you said as you put the phone back to your ear. “Almost midnight.”

And then, the words you dreaded but wanted desperately.

“Come over.”

“To Brooklyn? Buck I can’t take the subway this late.”

“I’ll pay for your Uber. Just come over.” You could hear the words he wanted to say, the ones on the tip of his tongue that he just wouldn’t force out.

“Well, I did miss you.” You tried to press it, to make him say it, but he only hummed on the other end.

“So is that a yes?”

You looked down at yourself, cozied up in sweatpants and a hoodie that you were almost entirely sure was Bucky’s, and sighed.

“Yes.”

“Perfect, your Uber will be there in 8 minutes.”

You didn’t have time to wonder how he got your new address - probably one of your mutual friends, maybe he had been keeping more tabs on you than you had on him - and shot up from the couch. With no time to change, you headed to the bathroom and brushed your teeth before taming your hair in the best way you could. As you were stuffing some clothes in an overnight bag - just in case, you told yourself - your phone chimed with a text from Bucky that your Uber had arrived. 

In a whirlwind, you rushed to the car where the driver seemed very put off at having to wait a whole 90 seconds for you to walk four flights of stairs, and slid in.

The whole ride there you were nervous. The thing with Bucky was, despite many drunken hookups, you’d never actually had sex. You weren’t really sure why, just that it had never happened and you had been grateful for it in the long run. You weren’t even sure if it would happen tonight, if he still wanted you like that. Even with all your talking and catching up, you hadn’t been brave enough to ask what this meant.

At nearly 1am, your Uber pulled up outside a beautiful Brooklyn brownstone and, there on the front porch, stood Bucky.

He wrapped you in his arms as he stood in front of you, and it all felt so heartbreakingly familiar you gave in immediately, all the tension leaking from your body at the feeling Bucky gave you. 

“Hey,” he said softly into your hair. “Come on in.”

Bucky’s house was so far from his old college apartment it was frightening, yet it couldn’t have felt more like Bucky. More like home. 

You took in your surroundings, shelves of books and vintage furniture and warm tones, it was almost like stepping back into your own place, the aesthetics were so similar. That was the funny feeling in your chest, you were sure.

Eventually, you ended up on Bucky’s couch with some superhero movie on, not really watching it but still grateful for its background noise to fill the room with each lull in the conversation. Not that there were many, one thing that came easy with Bucky had always been talking - although neither of you did much of that when it really mattered; you figured you could put that out of your mind for now. 

Over the course of the movie, you and Bucky shifted closer together until your thighs were pressed flush and you could feel the air from each of his exaggerated hand movements. It wasn’t until a wayward wave nearly grazed your nose that you truly realized how close you had become, and the sight of Bucky’s eyes shifting subtly to your lips has your self restraint at an all time low.

Fuck it, you thought. You had wanted this for so long, but you also knew you could live without Bucky if everything went tits up. It was a sad thought, that, but you couldn’t let this opportunity go. With every bit of courage you had, you let your hand float up to cup Bucky’s cheek, eyes searching for any sort of hesitation. When you found none, you leaned forward to close the admittedly small gap between your lips.

It was electric. Never had a kiss from someone else ever lit a fire inside you the way one from Bucky did. It started off slow, searching, a chance to reacquaint yourselves. But the second Bucky’s hand reached to tangle in your hair, everything shifted. 

Suddenly you were pulled in Bucky’s lap, legs straddling his, lips desperate for a taste of what you’d missed for so long. It was everything you hadn’t let yourself wish for, and you had a feeling you weren’t going to be missing it again anytime soon.

It wasn’t until your shirts were on the floor and Bucky was making quick work of your clasped bra that you thought maybe it would be smart to just slow down. Just for a second, just to get your bearings. 

An honest to god whine fell from his lips as you pulled back, stopping his hands from undressing you any further. 

“Buck,” you whispered, forehead pressed to his, hands cupping his face as if he was something precious. Though you supposed he was, to you at least. “What’s going on?”

“I just…” His voice trailed off, obviously unsure of himself even though this at least was familiar territory. What was to come next, however, was not. “I can’t go another day without making you mine.”

Your core tightened at the words, vivid memories of what Bucky’s hands and mouth could do; fantasies of what else he could do invaded as well as suddenly talking didn’t seem like a priority anymore. 

“Take me to bed.” And that was all he needed. 

Bucky scooped you up bridal style, carrying you across the threshold of his bedroom and laying you gently on his bed. Your eyes darted around, wanting more of snippets of the life Bucky had built here, but you were quickly distracted by his body covering yours, the weight of him pressed between your thighs was comforting and intoxicating. 

Bucky’s touch proved even more distracting as he shed you of your bra, mouth immediately latching to one nipple, the little nips and sucks enough to drive you crazy on their own, while his hands pinched at the other. He continued his assault until you were dizzy with want, then he trailed down your body with his mouth, not leaving an inch of skin undiscovered until he reached the waistband of your sweatpants.

He pulled them down just an inch, then his eyes shot up to meet yours at the discovery. 

“No underwear?” His voice was deep, husky, almost fucked out if you really thought about it. It was a thrill that your hold on him was so tight that just the thought of you without underwear was enough to leave him reeling just a little bit. 

You batted your eyes innocently. “Someone didn’t give me much warning about my Uber, I apologize.”

The giggle in your voice suggested the insincerity of your apology, but it didn’t deter Bucky as he pulled your pants from your body, mouth and hands still exploring. 

His fingers traced unknown patterns along your inner thighs, gently pushing them apart until you were fully exposed to him. You felt nervous all of a sudden, like you had never been in this position before. You had, of course, but never sober, and never with Bucky looking at you so attentively - like he was going to eat you alive. 

It was intense, having Bucky’s eyes bore into you as he lowered his mouth to your core, starting with gentle kitten licks until your hips were bucking, searching for more friction. One of his hands pinned your hips to the bed, while the other slipped through your folds, spreading spit and slick, before he slipped one inside of you. Then two, then three, until you were begging for release.

All it took was a soft whisper of come on, baby and a crook of Bucky’s fingers and you were falling apart, the intensity of your orgasm whipping through you, and as you floated back down to your senses, Bucky was still going. 

It was feverish, like he couldn’t get enough of your pleasure, and each twitch and moan encouraged him until your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him away from your spent body.

He let out a protest, but you silenced it by pressing your lips to his, moaning at the taste of yourself as his tongue pressed into your mouth. You were lost in the sensation, letting yourself be manhandled until you were once again in Bucky’s lap. Sometime while you had been transported to another planet, his pants had been shed and you were oh so close to getting everything you ever wanted. 

With your mouth still pressed to his, you rolled your hips, feeling the weight of him sliding along you. You kept at it, teasing and grinding until he thrust his hips and there it was; one slight adjustment and the feeling of Bucky stretching you out to was more overwhelming than you could have imagined.

Your hips stilled, as did Bucky’s, letting you adjust to him until you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, your way of telling him that you were okay, that he could move.

His thrusts started slowly, letting you feel every inch of him until you were begging for more. When his hands stopped roaming to grip your hips tightly, you knew you were done for.

Bucky held you in place, his hips snapping up to fuck into you and all you could do was hold on for the ride. 

You were so overwhelmed you almost missed Bucky’s words, mixed in with his moans, but once you caught them, they were as clear as day:

I missed you.

Over and over, Bucky was repeating the words, interspersed with groans and heavy panting, but your heart restricted regardless 

He missed you. Bucky missed you.

With your thoughts such a jumbled mess, reveling in the fact that this was really happening, your orgasm snuck up on you. One second you were floating on the high of Bucky and the next you were crashing, falling, and he was right there to catch you as you came down.

His hips slowed, stuttering as he spilled into you with one final thrust.

For a moment, the world around you didn’t exist. All there was was this moment, with Bucky’s arms around you and your head buried in his shoulder. Everything came back at once: your harsh breaths, the noise of the TV far away in the living room, and Bucky’s hushed whispers as he held you.

“I missed you so much.” You didn’t respond for a moment, but you lifted your head to meet Bucky’s eyes. In them lay the sincerity of his words, vulnerable now that they weren’t being said in the heat of the moment.

“I missed you too, Buck.”

[erinwantstowrite]

Hi! Purely out of curiosity because I am always interested in people’s thoughts on the subject, how do you feel about “batcest” in au’s where the children were never adopted/didn’t meet until adulthood/etc? Any pairing with Bruce makes me genuinely nauseous, but I feel like I’m more lenient with situational stuff with the kids since they’re closer in age/didn’t grow up together in my very loose understanding of canon/not actually related/etc. (ie: I think Steph and Cass are cute together even though they’re both “batfam” members, etc etc)

please feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable! I just really love your writing and this seems to be a subject you’re passionate about, so I just wanted to know more of your thoughts. Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

anon in the nicest way possible, it's disgusting even then.

because it doesn't matter if they didn't know each other as little little kids, they are family in every sense of the word. it would be the same as two characters who are siblings having being raised in two different households as children getting into a relationship even though they knew each other later. it spits in the face of adopted families by claiming that they aren't actually family, and the people who defend batcest are hurting people who are victims of the exact dynamic that they're shipping. it's gross, like genuinely vile. knowing their canon relationship and "changing" it to fit what they want is nasty because they *had* to change it. they know it's wrong if they had to "fix" it in order to ship it. it implies that this person thinks they should be in a romantic pairing in canon, too, but they're trying to justify it to themselves.

and with Steph and Cass, Steph is a friend of theirs. she dated Tim previously and they are not related. she didn't want Bruce to adopt her, she doesn't consider them siblings. yes there is a found family dynamic but it's not the same as the others, who are not only legally family in most cases, but have considered each other family for years and years and years. they call each other their siblings. yes, even jason and tim. tim and jason are only a couple years apart, but jason is still family even if he died? tim considered himself dick's brother and his relationship with bruce was rocky sometimes but he also considered bruce like a father figure, and later on he was adopted so that was always there. they are siblings.

and in some of their dynamics, it's pedophilic dick and damian, dick and tim, jason and damian, tim and damian, even dick and jason because dick was an adult when he met jason. automatically that puts you in a spot where you deserve the deepest pit of hell. truly. i'm not religious but i hope they get their karma. i don't care if it's fictional, this reflects who they are as people in the real world and that's why i know these people are gross monsters. not to mention these people don't understand boundaries (shocker) and have and probably will again, ask me to include a batcest ship in LoF or to draw batcest for them. they have asked for peter and damian. one person claimed that peter and jason would be "cute" because of peter thinks he's cool and has "an innocence" about jason's life and what he's done. another asked for peter and dick. the blood related father and son. so it truly doesn't matter to them, i can guarantee it to you. the way i look at it, no matter which way they are shipped, you are automatically associated with the rest of them. nothing justifies it and it's wrong

and because i know someone is going to try to start an argument with me: i can't stop them from writing it. i know that. and you can scream at me until you're blue about your opinion on the matter, but i do not care and you will be wasting your breath. i am not pro cecsorship because it is a slippery slope and people will dig their claws into that. however. i can let them know that they aren't welcome on my page, i can talk about my opinion on the matter, i have every right to block them and say whatever i want. if you don't like this post, i'm telling you to block me so i don't have to take the time to do it myself 🫶

[preydefiler]

thinking about being an abusive older sister... I keep my bedroom door closed and locked, not even our parents have a key. sometimes I bring someone home, and you can hear noises coming from under the door. you're curious, and you have to take a peek.

the first time you do, it's embarrassing. you watch me have sex with one of the neighborhood girls. it's rough, and there are times she's gagged and crying and you hear these incredibly wet noises, but this angle... you can't quite see. you never quite catch sight of my cock, which is... disappointing for some reason. you feel funny, and you think the feeling is wrong, but... you want more. so you seek more opportunities.

you find a spot in a tree in our backyard, where if you climb just high enough, you can wiggle into a space in the branches that gives you a view into my room. this time I'm in there alone, and I'm lounging on my bed. you watch me for a few minutes, mostly just me flipping through a magazine. but then I reach down and put a hand in my pants. you get that feeling again, and this time you start mimicking my movements. grinding against the branch you're laying on. you watch me unzip my pants and pull out my cock. it's hard, and fills up my hand, and you watch me pump while you moan softly in the leaves, until we both cum at the same time. you can't help but be mesmerized by the ropes I shoot, your tongue subconsciously sticking out of your mouth. you ruin your shorts, and have to spend the next half hour figuring out how to climb down and change without getting caught.

you decide you need a better view. you've tried sneaking in my room, but I keep it locked down tight. The door to my room is always closed. My window, however, doesn't always get locked. Perks of being on the second story. You find that if you climb on the roof from your window, you can climb down and into mine. The first time you tried, it was locked, and I almost caught you. The next time you were successful, and that's when you started coming in and listening to and watching me fuck near constantly.

Under the bed was an interesting choice. You shoved yourself under there because you were almost caught. You heard me unlocking the door just as you were closing the window. You were squeezed in with all kinds of other junk, old sports equipment and dirty clothes, which you secretly did enjoy having your face shoved into. a couple of boxes, some used sex toys, and some trash. You could hear everything, every noise and breath caught in my throat. Every moan the slut of the week groaned into my mattress. The humiliation of feeling my thrusts under my bed was tempting, but there was nothing to see but shed clothes.

Hiding in the closet seemed to be your favorite though. Through the slats in the door, you could see everything. Every inch of flesh, every drop of sweat and cum, every throb of my cock. You loved it. You couldn't get enough. You started jerking off into my clothes you found in there. Your favorite was a pair of my boxers that I had been too lazy to change for a few days, so they really stank like me. You'd watch, and pant, and rut into your hand as I would finish load after load into anything but you, and the hunger enveloped you. I started to be the only thing you thought about. But you were careful. You made sure you were never caught.

It was your birthday, and our parents were throwing you a party. You invited all your friends, there was music and games and even an inflatable bounce house, which you thought was a bit too childish, but didn't fight about it. You always kept an eye on me though. And I said, Fuck the party. You knew my routine by this point. I'd go steal a beer from the garage, sneak behind the tree to drink it, paw at one of the girls there until I took her up to my room for more of the same. You were prepared though. You snuck off from the party, and you were able to get inside my room. I had left my door unlocked, which was uncommon, but not unheard of, and you slipped inside the closet like so many times before. And like clockwork, there I was, leading one of your friends to my bed.

Something about this fuck felt different. I seemed... angry, almost, and I slammed into your friend with scary force. I pressed both of my hands into the small of your friend's back and I stretched her out and pushed as deep as I could. I pounded her wet holes, and I faced her towards the closet door. This was the hottest and roughest you had seen me be, at a few points seeing me punch into the slut's ribs a few times, told her I liked it better when she cried. and then, somehow, I looked at you. You swear I couldn't see you, you were hidden in the closet. you hadn't made any noise. but as I fucked your friend harder and angrier, I kept glancing at the door to the closet. I growled and groaned and finally thrusted my seed deep into your friend, and after a few minutes of gasping breaths, she gathered up her clothes, thanked me, and left.

I continued to lay there panting for a few moments longer before I got up and relocked the door behind your friend. Still nude, I flopped back on the bed on my back. My cock was angled directly at you, still mostly hard and glistening with cum and your friend's juices. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, you caught me looking at the closet door again. I looked away out the window, and you were too afraid to move. Afraid to be caught. Your heart pounded in your chest, fearful of what I would say, what our parents would say. I made a frustrated face and then huffed loudly. I finally looked at the closet door again and made eye contact with you. I rolled my eyes and finally spoke.

"Well? Are you going to cower in there, or are you going to come and get a taste, clean me up? Figured I've made you wait long enough... C'mere, meimei, let me show you how happy a birthday you can have..."

[flightfoot]

Top Ten Completed Miraculous Fics Of 2024

So here it is, my top ten list for the year. I'm gonna be adding this as a bookmark subcollection inside of the full collection. That way, people will still be able to see which fics I recommend most highly for the year, even if they can't find this particular tumblr post.

I've got a real range in popularity here. The most popular fic has over 2000 kudos, while the least popular hasn't even hit 20 yet, at the time of my writing this. Just goes to show that popularity doesn't necessarily track with quality, especially for fics that have more niche appeal to begin with.

All of these are over 40K this time. Longer fics just have more going on, so they dominate lists like this. Which is one reason I have the regular lists that are separated by wordcount, to let fics of every length have a chance to shine.

A lot of the lower entries here bounced around in placement. The top five remained pretty stable though, once entered.

Here's the subcollection I set up for them!

10.

Each Hum And Click by @echo-has-queries

Kagami thought her understandably high standards for a match in marriage would mean she could avoid being paired with a man by her mother. That she could keep perfecting her flying-machine skills and eventually take over her mother’s place in leading the Tsurugi steam engine manufacturing company without having to defer to a man. She would have thought that when her mother told her to test the Agreste boy as a marriage match she had been kidding - if her mother ever kid. But she was serious and there truly was no fault to be found with Gabriel Agreste's son - except for the small detail of course, that he was not human. So Kagami must turn to the only fine mechanic she knows in Paris to find a solution to this new dilemma. But perhaps the dilemma could turn out to be the solution itself. Written for the AU Roulette Challenge 2024 with the prompt: Steampunk AU

So this fic is entirely from Kagami's POV, and it is a treat! It's an Adrigaminette fic, which you slowly figure out from reading the fic, if you didn't check the tags - Kagami may have tried not to like Adrien, but he grew on her regardless, and then a few chapters in you find out about hers and Marinette's failed relationship. I loved slowly finding out why the two of them broke up, when there are clearly still strong feelings between them, and how it ties into Kagami's character arc and the overall themes of the story: standing up for yourself, breaking free from those who would control you, and forging your own path.

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9.

Do You Read Me? by @19thsentry-blog

The problem with being a Couffaine was the hereditary bits. The stubbornness. The weird need to pick a fight with authority for no reason besides the principle of it. The way being a Couffaine meant falling in love, fast as a car crash, and just as deadly. It ruined you forever.

So basically, this takes place a few years after Season 5, in the post-Wish world. Luka takes over as the Ladybug Holder, battling Chrysalis in Marinette's place. It's causing him some strain, since it's hard to hold down a job when you need to vanish randomly for long periods of time while on the clock, and it doesn't help that Chrysalis is a lot sneakier than Monarch was.

That's not the core of the story though. No, the real story starts up at chapter 3, when Luka suddenly wakes up in 19th century London, supposedly having always been there, and talking to a 19th century version of Max. From there, he soon gets escorted to Felix, who is a detective around those parts and agrees to host him for awhile.

This is a Sherlock Holmes inspired story, with the setting ripped straight out of those old stories, and I think it does a great job of that! Felix feels natural as Sherlock, with his deductive abilities, and the mystery really does read a lot like a Sherlock story. Though of course, the ultimate cause is more magical in nature.

I love Luka's perspective in this story and his and Felix's dynamic, it just feels very natural and well done!

I was satisfied with how the mystery wrapped up, 19thsentry did a good job of making things make sense at the end, and it felt satisfying. If you want a story with some great characterization for Luka or Felix, or just feel like a mystery, this is the story for you!

8.

A Breach In The Brooch by @piromina

Ladybug and Chat Noir are the heroes of Paris. Hawkmoth is Chat Noir's father. Chat Noir is aware of this. Hawkmoth is not.

So this is an interesting spin on the classic "Gabriel recruits Adrien early on to help him" plotline. Mostly because Adrien is still Chat Noir in this AND still helping Ladybug as a superhero - Gabriel has no clue about his secret identity.

Plagg, unsurprisingly, isn't thrilled about Adrien refusing to tell Ladybug what he knows about Hawkmoth's identity, and that Adrien keeps following Gabriel's orders, even when he knows they're wrong. Though he figures out before Adrien does that Adrien's compulsion to follow his father's orders isn't just a psychological thing...

I really love Plagg in this especially, he's the MVP. He knows what it's like to be compelled to do or not to do certain things, so he's good at comforting Adrien over it and at finding loopholes for him.

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7.

Phantom Pains (and other hints of you) by @buggachat

She couldn't remember anything. Not where she was going, where she'd been, why she was in this stairwell, or even her own name. But as she watched the blood pool at the base of the steps, she at least knew one thing for certain: the corpse was hers. Getting used to being dead was going to have its growing pains. — “Well, unlucky lady,” Chat Noir greeted with a bow, “Can I get your name?” “Didn’t we just talk about this? I told you, I don’t remember it.” “And I told you,” he reminded, “that you can just pick whatever fits you best.” — Ladybug and Chat Noir may not remember who they once were, but at least the two lost souls can find comfort in each other's company. But as Ladybug starts uncovering more and more memories of her life, letting the past go doesn't seem as easy as Chat Noir claims it to be.

So this is a beautiful, sweet, tragic love story of two lost souls wandering around with each other, yet with Ladybug still desperately wanting to be found, to remember who she was - and wanting to know why Chat so adamantly wanted to stay amnesiac. It's got some neat worldbuilding, and some fantastic prose. It's just a really nice little story!

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6.

A Small but Stubborn Fire by @cardiac-agreste

What if you were the parent of a teenage superhero, but didn't know they were? All you know is the nightmares, the panic attacks, and the bruises. She's missing school, she's disappearing on you, and she's not telling you anything. So you assume the worst: Assault. Depression. A permanent rift in the family. And what do you do when you realize you weren't thinking dark enough? Because your fourteen-year old daughter is the hero who flirts with death on the nightly news. -- Come inside and read about one mother's struggles to raise her daughter in a dangerous world while avoiding the mistakes her own mother made with her.

This is a more serious take on the consequences of Hawk Moth's war on Paris, with actual bloody, painful deaths as a consequence of many akumas, and Parisians developing PTSD because of what they've gone through. Ladybug can fix all the physical scars, but not the mental ones, including her own.

I love the focus on Sabine here. She's not just presented as being a mom - though of course that IS an important role she has. But she's explored as a character in her own right, one with a lot of emotional baggage as a result of her abusive mother, and trying to not fall into her mistakes, but sometimes doing so anyway out of fear for Marinette's safety. She's a really fleshed out, humanly flawed character, sometimes admitting that she would do something selfish if it means protecting the people she cares most about, like her daughter, even if its at others expense. She grows and changes a lot throughout the course of the story, her perspective on many matters changing multiple times as a result of getting new information or seeing the consequences of her previous approaches, and adjusting as a result.

If you want a fic that more realistically explores the dark consequences of Miraculous's setting, that fleshes out Sabine, or just develops a character in a complex way, then I highly recommend you check "A Small but Stubborn Fire" out!

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Finding A Way by @uptoolateart

Collège is nearly over! And what better way to celebrate than a class trip to Costa Rica? But with only a month left to tell Adrien she loves him, Marinette is feeling the pressure. Then – an accident at sea leaves them stranded together on a tropical island…alone. Or are they? Because those footprints in the sand don’t resemble any bird they’ve seen before. And what’s that roaring sound coming from the jungle? ‘Adrien…where ARE we??’ ***** A Jurassic Park / Camp Cretaceous AU that’s been kicking around in my head for over a year

I love the sense of danger permeating this fic, it really feels like Adrien and Marinette are stranded on Jurassic Park (well it's called something else in order to integrate it better into the ML universe, but it operates like Jurassic Park). They're making the best of it though, doing their best to survive - and along the way, getting closer together.

I like that it's not JUST them though, Gabriel and Nathalie find out where they ended up pretty early on and go to rescue them, with Alya and Nino stowing away. It was cool to see that side of things as well.

Oh yeah, this fic is rated M for violence and gore. It's because dinosaurs eat people alive and leave their body parts everywhere. If you can handle the Jurassic Park movie (or presumably the book the movie was based on, but I haven't read that), then you should be just fine.

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Boulangerella by @aidanchaser

Once upon a time, magic was wild. The two princes of the kingdom have been tasked with choosing their brides by the end of their 21st birthday celebrations. Crown Prince Adrien Agreste will have to choose between a woman who can protect his kingdom, a woman offering the power to wake his sleeping mother, and the woman he has loved and admired for the past year. Then there's also the seamstress that he is suddenly falling for. By the time he realizes he doesn't have the power to choose at all, it may be too late.

I love a good fairy tale AU, and this is no exception. Aidanchaser started writing it before Season 5 came out, so it's wrong about some things. Most notably, Felix's posthumous father was a good and decent person here, and one of the twin rings is Felix's Amok while the other one is Adrien's Amok, instead of both of them being Adrien's Amok.

This was a well-crafted tale, with kwamis operating as Fae: they can give power, but only if the wielder gives something up to pay for it. For temporary usage of their power, it can be something small and innocuous, such as giving Plagg cheese in exchange for his help. More expansive uses of their power requires greater sacrifices however, even sacrificing more nebulous things such as memories or hope.

The kingdom's currently being terrorized by this unknown villain, Hawk Moth, as in the show. Ladybug and Chat Noir emerge to battle him, but for some reason (*cough, cough*), King Gabriel isn't fond of the superheroes and wants them captured.

Gabriel isn't the only threat out there, Lila's skulking around, hinting that she knows how to wake up Emilie from her mysterious illness, if only Adrien marries her. And she's not about to take no for an answer.

If you've been wanting a fairy tale/fantasy Miraculous AU, I recommend giving Boulangerella a shot!

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He Couldn't Remember (Falling For Her) by @purpleautumnvision

"If I was given a choice in who Chat Noir would be, I would've chosen you." "And there's nobody else in the whole world I'd rather have as my little bug." Without secret identities in the way, Marinette and Adrien get to live out their love story and put their heads together to discover the identity of Hawk Moth... but an unforeseen twist puts the Miraculouses in Gabriel's hands. When he makes his wish for a world where his wife never became sick from using the broken Peacock Miraculous, the universe requires someone else to become sick in order to maintain balance. Who better than his greatest enemy, Ladybug herself? Adrien, with his memories rewritten by the wish, wakes up in a world without superheroes, without Hawk Moth, without Marinette, without friends, and without a clue as to why everything feels so wrong. Something's missing, but he's gonna find out what. Then he'll put his world back into place.

So this was a fascinating scenario, with Adrien waking up in a world where Marinette was dead while his mother was alive, a world that as far as he knew had always been the case... but having weird feelings he can't explain. And not just him, I love how much focus Alya gets here as well! Turns out that the memories are kind of hidden, but still present, and since Adrien and Alya never got to meet Marinette in this universe (she died just before the new school year began, at the same time that Emilie did in the normal universe) AND Adrien and Alya were her closest friends in the previous universe, their feelings towards her are closest to the surface and least impacted by the memories from this universe.

The other people in this universe... well, the class isn't taking Marinette's death well. It's fascinating to see just how much her death effects them, to see how it haunts them, and I loved seeing their reactions to Adrien's weird behavior about their dead classmate who he never got a chance to meet, it shows how strange some of this can look to the outside, and it doesn't help that these are grieving kids.

Just... this is a great fic, I highly recommend checking it out!

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Symbiotic Whiskers by B1ackout

Adrien Agreste aka Cat Noir was given the cat ring miraculous to help Ladybug in protecting Paris. But something had found him first, a silent companion that granted him strength and power he never knew existed. Bonded with a symbiote, Cat Noir faces Paris alongside Ladybug without even knowing that someone left a magical ring in his room. (Canon Divergence)

This is a phenomenal fic that deserves more attention. It's kind of funny how he just goes "hey I've got superpowers, she says that the thing we have that gives superpowers is called the Black Cat Miraculous and that the being that gives them is called a kwami, obviously that must be what I have!" though that gets stretched more and more as Adrien's experiences with the symbiote contradict what he's heard about how kwamis work, and Tikki gets increasingly worried about "Plagg's" weird behavior. It's a dark, somewhat brutal fic (people die permanently, and they're not always villains), and it's absolutely worth a read, this is an excellent crossover!

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Withered Wings by @11jj11

Nino wasn’t sure if anyone had ever willingly took the akuma butterfly before him, but with his mind completely open to this apparent son of Hawk Moth he knew that he couldn’t turn him away. Not someone that was so afraid, not someone who would be left at the mercy of Hawk Moth.

This fic is amazing! Just... some absolutely stellar Adrino, with some nice Alyanette on the side, AND it's one of the best Enemies AU (well, sort of. Adrien's on Hawkmoth's side, but Nino isn't, exactly), in the fandom! I love how much we get of Nino's perspective, his determination to save this boy who's been thrown into these battles, who clearly doesn't want to hurt people but is compelled to do so, while balancing it with trying to prevent damage to anyone else as well. He has to be the one to look after Adrien, because no one else will do so.

I also love the focus Alya gets here, as Marinette's partner. She does an amazing job in the role, with every Miraculous she gets, even though she isn't a perfect wielder.

That's something else, I like the bits of worldbuilding this adds in, with people who fully embody the aspect a kwami represents being able to transform more fully. That does not mean, however, that an imperfect match is a bad thing, the kwami and wielder can still be very strong together and get along well, even if they don't perfectly align.

I adore how Nino had to balance his roles in this, helping Adrien without hurting others, even fighting back against the heroes as needed, as much as he didn't want to. And how understanding people were when they found out the full story of what was going on. It's a truly fantastic story that anyone who likes Enemies AU, Adrino, or just want to read a good Miraculous fic should check out.

I do want to warn that Gabriel and Nathalie are significantly OOC in this. Gabriel's even more abusive and colder than he is in canon, and Nathalie is WAY worse. This fic started before season 5, so it wasn't known what Nathalie's red line would be. As a result, Adrien's more downtrodden than he is in canon, since the consequences of disobedience are worse than being cut off from friends, or even being made to sit in a blank white room indefinitely.

[ode-to-fury]

Ooh I love this one! Cora has major issues with her mother since she is a majorly religious semi noble Orlesian lady who was not impressed when her daughter turned out to be a mage. I'm talking she was the one who called the templars not impressed. They do not get along. She's the one who named her Cora which is a big reason she likes to use "Rook" instead. HOWEVER she has father figures coming out of her ears. Her real father is my hero of ferelden's brother and they were living in redcliffe when Cora was born. He found her after the mage rebellion in redcliffe where the Southern mages were being given shelter by Alistair and ended up dying when the archdemon attacked Haven. She picked up father figures everywhere tho. She's close to Leliana (who had a crush on my hof so I headcanon she has a soft spot for Cora because they look alike) Dorian is a surrogate father for her time in Tevinter even though both of them would rather rip out their own tongues than admit it. Varric is like another dad, even though she didn't know him as long as the others, and her uncle Aidan Amell loves her very much too because she sends Kieran a birthday present every year and she really looks like her dad who he was very close to both before and after the Circle. They don't spend that much time together but he does make sure to know where she is at all times and to send her letters semi regularly. She very much looks like her dad, but she looks enough like her mother that it bothers her a bit.

Her dad would have been extremely proud, her mother... she is, but she wouldn't ever say it. She'd probably use Rook's new status to try and rise a few steps on the social ladder in Orlais. (Because the Game never ends lol). She sends letters to her brother and he lets their mother know that she's still alive, at least before she started travelling with Varric.

Cora goes South after the events of Veilguard to see whether her family is still alive/alright (mostly her brother) so her mother meets Lucanis, Davrin, Emmrich and Taash when they go with her. Emmrich will definitely accidentally flirt with her. She doesn't approve of Lucanis because she can't bear to see Cora happy she has very intense feelings concerning her late husband and her daughter and the act of falling in love in the first place and she actually does care that her daughter's partner is in such a dangerous profession and might leave her heartbroken one day like she was. She has no way of expressing that tho so Cora just thinks she doesn't like him/is jealous. All of them come to Antiva for the wedding eight months later.

Oh and I forgot to add her dad and the fact that her mother/brother are sitting in blighted ferelden are major parts of her regret prison

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Omega state

"Alpha!"

Katsuki is having that dream again; it's amazing, and it helps him wake up in a good mood. However, this time is slightly different. Usually, whenever he dreams about Izuku being his mate and calling him alpha they're older, they have a whole apartment for themselves and sometimes, when the dream is extra indulgent, Katsuki can see Izuku's baby bump the moment he walks in.

This time, the dream is in the present; Izuku is in the common room, sitting on the couch, making grabby hands at him and calling him alpha a couple of times.

The omega looks absolutely adorable, so Katsuki can't actually complain.

"What is it, baby?" The blond alpha smirks because he won't let an opportunity like that one slip through his fingers, even if it's just a dream.

However, when he sits next to Izuku and pulls him into his lap, like he usually does in his dreams, he notices that the omega's eyes are completely white.

His instincts have taken control of him.

"I'm glad you're playing along, Bakugo," Round Face says then. If he's being completely honest, he hadn't noticed her at all. Ponytail and the class president are there too.

"What happened?" He asks them, trying not to get distracted by Izuku pleased purr or the way he's nuzzling against Katsuki's chest.

It's almost impossible not to nuzzle him back, but he has already figured out this is not actually a dream (he should've guessed it earlier, the pain on his back is still there from yesterday's training) and Izuku probably needs his help.

"Recovery girl said it was triggered by stress and negative emotions," Round Face says, sighing. "You know how Deku-kun is; he's probably keeping all those negative thoughts about himself for a while. He has refused to have a serious conversation about how he feels after the war."

That sounds like the Izuku he knows.

"What should I do now?"

"Recovery girl said he'll go back to normal on his own, but it'll be good if we just played along with whatever he says," she continues. "I'm glad you did that. I know you two are good friends now, but I wasn't sure how you were going to react."

She has no idea. This is literally a dream come true for Katsuki; of course, it's not actually real even though he knows he's not dreaming and it'll probably break him a little as soon as Izuku goes back to himself, but Katsuki will do anything to have this even if it's just for a while.

The omega nuzzles against his chin again and Katsuki can't stop his inner alpha from letting out a very loud, pleased purr.

Izuku purrs right back.

"Alpha, you smell really good!" The green haired omega beams. "I like your scent."

"I love your scent, baby," Katsuki whispers back, pressing his lips against Izuku's soft curls. "It's the best thing in the world."

The sincerity in his voice is so evident to him that he hopes none of his classmates notice.

"Alpha..."

Izuku keeps repeating that word a lot, and even though Katsuki loves to be Izuku's alpha, even if it's just for a little while, he wonders if the fact that he hasn't called him Kacchan, not even once since he saw him this morning, means that the omega doesn't actually know who he is and just acts like that around him because of his strong scent.

Katsuki knows he's a prime alpha, and he's aware that his scent is more powerful than any other of his alpha classmates.

Well... not all of them.

"What is going on?"

He senses Half and half a few seconds before he walks into the common room and Katsuki immediately tenses and pulls Izuku closer to himself.

He's aware that the best thing for the omega right now is to go along with whatever he wants, but Katsuki honestly doesn't think he can stand the thought of Izuku pulling away from him and going towards Half and half instead.

If he starts calling him alpha too, Katsuki is going to lose it.

He shakes his head. No, he should do whatever is best for Izuku, it does matter if it hurts him like a deep cut.

"Why is alpha upset?" Izuku looks at Katsuki, nuzzling against his cheek like a good omega would. "Please, don't be upset!"

The blond does his best to relax; his scent must smell sour to Izuku's cute little nose at the moment; it won't help the omega at all.

"I'm... feeling better, don't worry," he assures him and it's true, mostly because the omega hasn't looked once at Icyhot since he got there.

Said alpha narrows his eyes a bit.

"Deku-kun is in omega state at the moment," Round Face takes care of the explanation, and Katsuki is glad for it. "And he thinks Bakugo is his alpha. Recovery girl said we should play along."

After a tense moment, Half and half nods, but sits on the opposite couch to theirs, which Katsuki doesn't appreciate.

"I want to help," Icyhot says.

"I'm hungry," the omega says then and Katsuki has the need to make the best meal he has ever tasted.

"I can bring him something," the alpha with mismatched hair blurts out.

"I'm his alpha. I can do it," Katsuki tries not to growl, but he really wants to. His inner alpha is not happy with Half and half at all.

"You're not actually his–"

"Maybe you could use some help, Bakugo," Ponytail cuts Icyhot off and stands in the middle of the common room. She looks like she's trying her best to avoid conflict of any kind. "Midoriya won't like to be away from you at the moment."

She has a point. Just to make sure, Katsuki tries to move the omega off his lap carefully. Izuku pouts.

"I need to go to the kitchen to make you breakfast, Izuku."

"Don't leave me! Alpha, please!"

"Maybe we can all make something for him while you stay here!"

Katsuki is truly grateful for the Class president, but he truly wants to be the one to take care of Izuku.

Even if it's just while this thing lasts, he is Izuku's alpha.

Good thing he has gone to the gym and trained extra hours for this exact purpose. It's one of his dreams too.

"Alright, nerd," he smirks. "Hop on my back."

Once the omega is with his arms and legs all wrapped around him, Katsuki walks towards the kitchen like he's not carrying a happy omega on his back at all.

He makes breakfast while his Izuku nuzzles against the back of his neck and his cheek as he purrs.

It's honestly the best day of his life. He gets to take care of Izuku, make meals for him, cuddle with him and give him one of his hoodies because the omega wants to wear something with Katsuki's scent on it.

Too bad it lasts only a day. Izuku goes back to himself at night, just as Katsuki is planning to take a couple of his sheets and pillows to the common room so they could sleep together.

"Kacchan, what happened?" Izuku blinks a couple of times, looking so tiny in that hoodie it makes the alpha purr. "Why am I wearing your clothes?"

It's painful to go back to reality after living on of his most beloved dreams for a whole day, almost a day...

Katsuki sighs and sits next to him before calmly explaining everything that happened to the omega.

Izuku's cheeks turn completely red and he eventually hides behind his own arms in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan."

"Don't apologize," he says and he means it because it sounds like it was something bad. Like his Izuku was wrong for believing Katsuki was his alpha.

Katsuki wants to be his alpha.

"Thanks for playing along," the omega mumbles, looking away from him.

It hurts Katsuki.

"It was my pleasure." For the first time, the blond hopes Izuku can hear the truth in every single one of those words.

It doesn't look like he does, judging by the snort that comes out of his beautiful lips.

"Sure!" He chuckles, but there's no light in his green eyes and Katsuki hates it. "I just hope it wasn't too annoying for you."

"It wasn't annoying," he insists, taking a step closer. "I enjoyed it."

"Kacchan, I know you're trying to be a good friend, but please don't lie–"

"I have never lied to you," he hisses, getting slightly irritated. If Izuku was looking at him instead of the floor, he would see how much Katsuki means every single word. "Izuku... do you think if... I was a better alpha you'd want me? For real?"

He shouldn't have said that; he's not ready to tell Izuku he loves him.

He's not ready to ruin their friendship and he's certainly not ready to lose him.

"What do you mean better?" This time Izuku is the one who looks irritated. He's finally staring into Katsuki's eyes. "You're perfect, Kacchan!"

The blond rolls his eyes.

"I'm the farthest from–"

"You're not actually listening!" The omega growls and even though they're having a discussion, Katsuki likes when Izuku gets all passionate about something, it doesn't matter if he's mad at him. "You don't understand! You're perfect to me!"

But that, that makes him freeze and look into Izuku's green eyes; he's tearing up.

"Izuku..."

"I want you to be my alpha!"

Then he stops too; he blinks as he realizes what he just said.

"But only if you want to, Kacchan..."

"You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of you saying something like that," the alpha is tearing up too, but he doesn't care because Izuku wants him, he actually does.

Izuku is still wearing his hoodie, he still smells like Katsuki and the alpha can't take it anymore.

He pulls the omega into his arms and kisses him on the lips. They're both so inexperienced the kiss is so messy, but Katsuki doesn't care. To him, this is perfect.

"I'll be your alpha, Izuku."

The omega nods, absolutely happy.

Maybe Katsuki's dreams aren't only that, after all.

Perhaps they're a glimpse into the future. One in which they're both mated, married, have their own apartment and Izuku is pregnant with their pups.

Katsuki would like that more than anything, but for now, he'll take Izuku on as many dates as he wants.

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[kings-highway]

same anon as the “fountain of youth” ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ" what kind of monsters/mythical creatures would the haikyuu characters be? (i love paranormality! (●´ω｀●))

i'll admit this one all but stumped me. there's simply too many mythological creatures and you could make a strong argument for any of them, or all of them. And no matter what I do Im going to forget some long lost lore that fits the character even better. So I've only picked ones that I feel relatively certain on, rather than trying to force for every character

1. Easiest to do is Tendou - that bitch is a satori. I don't care that Haikyuu-bu *really* wants him to be a kappa, that bitch is a satori. Leave it at that.

2. Fukunaga - lucky cat. I didn't make this up for paranormality!! Read up on it, he's based of a maneki-neko which is why he always has his hands like that. His fcking online username is "Lucky Shohei" in haikyuu-bu. his birthday is also Japan's official "maneki-neko" day. I did not pull this shit out of my ass I promise.

2. I feel really strongly about Ushijima being the Minotaur. IDK something about being imprisoned in a labyrinth you cannot escape by your fucked up family despite not having been asked to be born as you were. also I feel like he'd like mazes.

3. Tsukishima could be a sphynx. I think he'd really dig being able to laze about and then give confusingly frustrating riddles to people. Also, seems like a cat person. Also, the ancient-city vibes of a sphynx really fit the fact that he works in a museum post timeskip.

4. Hinata fits the motif fo a phoenix pretty well. Rise from the ashes, have to kill yourself to start anew, I feel like that just generally vibes with his character arcs + he fits the colour palette ha ha.

5. Oikawa would be a vampire. The problem is I'm way too familiar with global and historical vampire lore to even make this claim, there's simply *too many interpretations,* but without thinking too hard about it, my reasoning is just that he is established to be charismatic, and intellectual and I think he works with the mind compulsion aspects of vampirism, + perpetually youthful (timeskip concern?) Plus I can totally imagine Kageyama figuring this out and trying to tell people in middle school with nobody believing him.

5.5 plus if Oikawa is a vampire you can make Iwaizumi a dhampir (balkan lore regarding half-vampires, who have some vampire powers but tend to use those powers to hunt down full vampires) and I just think that vibes really well with their dynamic

6. Kita fits a kitsune really well, obviously you already know this from me, the heavy traditionalism and constant affiliation with the gods, the "ancient" sort of incomprehensible wisdom, the fact that he's a rice farmer. But honestly that's pretty easy to do. None of the other inarizaki boys fit Kitsune, though, they're all just regular fox assholes.

7. Kageyama would be a changeling. that's the autism.

8. last one. Kiyoko honestly could be a mermaid, she's got water meaning in her name plus clearly stunningly beautiful. I think it would work.

[hiraikotsusama]

ATTENTION! THIS IS A RANT POST ABOUT THOR: RAGNAROK

If you are not interested/a Ragnarok fan please skip, or just don't leave negative comments, thank you.

Ok, here we go.

I personally hate how overrated Thor: Ragnarok is.

People only started criticising Waititi's direction after the Love and Thunder flop, and I was honestly flabbergasted, because... They were criticising the exact same things they loved so much in Ragnarok.

For example, they criticised Thor being too stupid and unserious but... He was already an idiot in Ragnarok? Which, by the way, even as a Loki stan, was the thing I hated the most about the movie (I guess the Odinsons just have a tendency of becoming idiotic scapegoats in every modern piece of media that depicts them. Yes, I'm also referencing the Loki series here.)

But moving on.

Another thing that was funny to me was people (rightfully) criticising the lack of seriousness and conflict with such a great villain. And, once again, I was there standing like... It's the SAME THING that happened in Ragnarok?? Like, the movie that's supposed to be about Ragnarok literally only had like 20 minutes of apocalypse/main conflict with Hela/Surtr in it! Most of the goddamn movie takes place on a dumb garbage planet with the Grandmaster (another wasted character) just fucking around. Little side note here, the Grandmaster is supposed to be the Collector's brother (in the comics and cartoon they both collect rare things and people and compete over it, yadda yadda) and yet this isn't referenced in any way? His powers are never shown. Like what? The potential? Wasted like that? UGH.

Also, this movie adds shallow characters. First of all, obviously, the Grandmaster, who I already covered. Then, and here I'm taking a deep breath waiting to get crucified, Valkyrie.

Ok, I'm going to try and explain this one easily. Valkyrie isn't a bad character, ok? I'm already going to say this since I want to clarify it as soon as possible. I don't think she's bad and I don't dislike her. The problem is, she is given a shallow personality and shallow purpose, at least when I look at her. For instance, I appreciated the way her trauma was portrayed, with her drinking and all, but they do joke about it sometimes (too many) and that I do not appreciate. But then. Her personality just... Ends there. And again, this is comprehensible in a way, but what I do not understand is her just switching sides randomly, like she didn't capture and shock Thor just hours before in the movie. That, plus her serving little purpose to the plot is what irks me the most. Like, the main things she does in the movie are:

1. Capturing Thor and bringing him to the GM.

2. Telling them about the only way out of the planet.

3. Being there in the final battle.

And if this was a better written movie, this would make her a necessary character. But in Ragnarok... She isn't.

She catches Thor, then dips. Ok, just have him randomly land in the GM's throne room, or have him getting caught by another rando who then dips.

The escape? Loki has lived with the GM (and his most trusted court members/whatever they are supposed to be) for two weeks. Do you really think that someone like him couldn't gather such a massive piece of info in this time? Or even better, do you think he hasn't noticed the GIANT EINSTEIN-ROSEN BRIDGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY? He is intelligent. That's the point of his character. He would- SHOULD- have figured it out in a matter of days, the only thing stopping him was getting to a decent ship to cross said bridge, and that's what he actually needed his brother (and maybe Hulk, even if his presence was pretty random) for.

The final battle was disappointing, so I'm not even going to comment this one.

All of this to say that, with the way the character/movie was written, Valkyrie could have been removed, a few changes could have been made and the movie would have been the same. Yeah, she's friends with Hulk, which, cool, but once again this bond isn't used in any way besides her joking with him and Bruce. Her character was treated way better in the What If episodes she appeared in.

Then we have Korg. Yeah, I got nothing to say, he's an idiot that used to be a serious/half-important character in comics/series and got severely distorted in this movie like most other characters starring in it. Funnily enough, just like Valkyrie, his character is treated better and is way more useful in What If, which is honestly ironic.

Then, I could talk about the mistreatment of both Thor and Loki's characters but that would take a post the length of the Divine Comedy, so I'll just cut it short and cover the most important points.

Thor and Loki are obviously not appreciated (Loki is disliked more, of course he is), and therefore are written in a very OOC way. Thor turns into a full blabbering idiot and Loki is interpreted as someone whose only purpose is to betray, stab and rule. And that's all I'm going to say for now, even though I might extend the discourse in a future post.

And now, oooh boy, Hela. I loved Hela, I was excited as soon as she appeared on screen. And what happened next? Her brothers got lost in space and we didn't see them interact with her in any way besides her introduction and the short ahh dialogue with Thor in the final battle. I hate this so much. Once again, the movie that's supposed to talk about Ragnarok only shows the conflict in the last 20 minutes of the movie. And we barely see Hela, or at least we don't get to see her as much as we should, given that she's supposed to be the main antagonist of the damn movie. Her character was great, for all that we could see, but she is a walking definition of wasted potential and I despise it.

Now, there is something I do appreciate about the movie, and it's the characterization of Hulk. He finally isn't reduced to a stupid destroyer or dumb beast, and as a huge Hulk fan and Agents of S.M.A.S.H. watcher I liked this. This, and Heimdall being given some scenes and characterization, too. That's it. That's what I liked about the movie.

Now, short list of things I hated to finish the post: Fandral and Volstagg being killed like flies, Hogun meeting a similar fate right after, Sif not even appearing (so much for Sif and the Three Warriors); the constant jokes that were obviously made for an audience of four years olds; Skurge (or whatever his name was) just... Being there? Another useless/misused/mischaracterised character I didn't mention before, because DAMN is this character STUPID; STRANGE just appearing at some point and dipping (like he couldn't help them?? WHY EVEN MAKE HIM SHOW UP AT ALL UGHHH).

I think that's about it for now, thanks for reading this stupid rant. I'm open for constructive criticism and comments, and also for peaceful discussion, so DM me or leave a comment if you feel like interacting.

[evilkitten3]

yeah i'm just gonna throw this out here i think kakashi was lying through his teeth on that one i think that was complete bullshit and he just failed his previous teams bc he didn't want to deal with them not bc there was a limit on how many people could pass

naruto population worldbuilding is one of those things that i just. can't even think about without getting mad. why are your classes only like 20-30 kids??? a YEAR???? and you're failing half of them??????? and this is allegedly sustaining a military force with tens of thousands of people? No It Is Not. 20-30 people die EVERY FUCKING TIME you introduce a new bad guy for emphasis or whatever!!! replacement rate is NOT fucking working!!!!! chunin exams only letting like. jkgadfjlkj 1? 2 kids per village advance? it's literally sooooo bad kishimoto did NOT think it through. i simply have to tell myself that certain characters are lying <3 or wrong <3

[redrose10]

Hi, lovely ! I hope you're doing alright.

I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but i had something on my mind all week and i'm really curious about how you would write it.

Hear me out: An Alien Jungkook, who is in need of some company for his almost ten years long mission around space, mistakes human reader as an android and ends up buying her.

She keeps on drinking water, so he thinks she's malfunctioning and takes her to an engineer, only to finally figure it out and get upset when said engineer wants to keep her for himself.

I’m so sorry this has taken so long to write. Also disclaimer: I’ve never written anything like this before and to be honest I’ve never really read anything like this either so I’m sorry it’s not the greatest. I still hope you like it though!

Alien Jungkook x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, drinking, being sold for money, slightly suggestive if you really look, touching in a medical facility

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Your father had never been a kind man. You knew he did not care for you and having to provide the bare necessities was a burden to him. So when you found out that he had sold you to someone you couldn’t say that you were 100% surprised even though you were a tad bit hurt. At first you fought back, threatened to run away and never be seen again. But you knew you had nowhere else to go. Then you met your buyer, Jungkook and his friend Jimin.

“Hi.”, you said with a wave, “I’m Y/N.”

“Hi Y/N, I’m Jungkook. I’m looking forward to our trip together. I think we’ll be really good friends.”

You met him several times after that to get to know him better. He was funny, kind, sweet, and very protective but also very handsome. You were promised that no harm would come to you and all that would be needed from you would be that you accompany Jungkook on a trip as a companion. The request seemed odd. They wouldn’t give you any other details about the trip or what they meant by “companion” so you weren’t too sure about it, but after spending another night at home dealing with your father’s abuse you decided that you would rather be whatever Jungkook needed wherever he wanted than allow your father to rule over you any more.

With your bags packed you got into the backseat of a waiting car.

“So uh where exactly are we going?”, you asked Jungkook who was already sitting on the other side of the backseat.

“We need to stop at a facility to have you checked out. We just want to make sure you’re in good shape for the trip because there won’t be any help once we take off.”, he said with a shy smile.

“What?! What kind of a place doesn’t have a doctor or any kind of medical staff?”, you questioned feeling confused and suddenly very scared.

“Well it’s just going to be the two of us.”, he said just as confused as you.

“Right, but won’t there be a hospi-“

“We’re here!”, Jimin exclaimed from the driver’s seat.

The building appeared to be an old abandoned warehouse and you were starting to get horror movie vibes and second guessing your decision.

“Don’t worry. I know it’s a bit rough on the outside but that’s just a disguise. The inside is top of the line.”, Jungkook said noticing your uneasiness.

Top of the line was an understatement. After you walked into the building you were greeted by a large reception area. Lots of lights shown brightly and soft instrumental music played. A tall, muscular, handsome, but slightly purple almost lavender tinted man greeted you. You tried your best not to stare, but you were concerned about what kind of medical condition would cause someone to have skin of that color.

“Hello and welcome, My name is Taehyung. How can I help you today?”, he said with a large boxy grin.

Jungkook cleared his throat, “Um yeah we have an appointment for Y/N L/N.”

Taehyung clicked around a few times on the computer before handing you a clipboard with some paperwork, “You’re all set. Just fill out this paperwork and they’ll be with you momentarily.”

You read through the sheet of paper,

‘Name:‘-Okay easy enough.

‘Date of Creation:’- Ummm you definitely didn’t know that date so you put down your birthday and hoped that was good enough.

‘Battery Type:’- What? For such a nice place you were surprised at the amount of typos on this one sheet of paper. You put down your blood type assuming that’s what they meant and moved on quickly finishing up the last remaining questions the best you could.

Taehyung accepted the clipboard with a smile and on your way back to Jungkook you noticed a couple bottles of water laid out on the desk. You were thirsty, nearly dehydrated so you grabbed one and gulped it down. Jungkook watched you with wide eyes before leaning over and whispering something into Jimins ear who nodded in agreement. You tossed the now empty bottle in the trash feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment with the two men staring at you., “Sorry I’m just so thirsty.”, you awkwardly chuckled.

“It’s okay. We’ll get that checked out.”, Jungkook replied.

A few minutes later you were taken back to an exam room and dressed in a hospital gown while a man with mint green hair poked at your arm while curiously studying it through his thick black rimmed glasses.

“Interesting…I’ve never seen one with such lifelike skin before.”, he said before giving your arm a little pinch.

“Ow!”, you exclaimed pulling away while rubbing your reddening arm, “You can’t just go around pinching people.”, you looked closely at the name tag pinned to his shirt, “Yoongi.”

“Wow great pain receptors too.”, he exclaimed, “How much did you guys say you paid for this one?”, he said looking back at Jungkook and Jimin.

“Twenty million.”, Jungkook said stepping a little closer, “Which is why I’m kind of concerned about the water thing.”

“Mmhm yeah I see.”, Yoongi said still poking you all over. He managed to poke your left boob once before you swatted him away sternly, “Touch me there again and I’ll break your finger off.”, you hissed.

He jotted down a few notes, “Very lifelike all the way down to female anatomy…and feisty. I can see why you chose this one.”, he smirked at Jungkook.

“Can you stop touching her please?”, Jungkook shyly asked trying not to make eye contact with anyone, “I don’t like that she’s getting upset.”

“Sure thing. I just need to check her lubrication and then we should be all set.”, Yoongi said letting the glove snap onto his wrist.

“EXcuuUusSSee ME?!?!”, you scoffed, “There is absolutely no reason that you need to check for any lubrication. I mean what kind of a place is this?! And do you really think there’s going to be anything to check after I’ve been poked and pinched for the last hour while three men I barely know watched? I mean COME ON.”

The three of them jumped back in surprise. Jungkook and Jimin whispered back and forth while Yoongi wrote down a few more notes.

“Y/N…Um…”, Jungkook coughed while nervously scratching the back of his head, “Um exactly what kind of an android are you?”

“What?!”, you groaned feeling your patience dwindling.

“Umm like what’s your operating system? Did they…have they ever told you that?”, he continued before Yoongi jumped in and asked, “Did you get her users manual?”

“WHA-“

“No he said he didn’t have it any more.,” Jimin chimed in before you could continue.

“Hmmm of course not.”, Yoongi sighed. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text before asking a few more questions that you didn’t understand as Jungkook stared at you curiously.

“Okay, here you go!”, someone said after opening the door. You watched as a man with neon yellow hair and green eyes and what you could only assume was a tail handed Yoongi a stack of papers.

“Thanks Hobi.”, Yoongi mumbled while writing something on the documents. Hobi gave you a friendly wave before exiting the room.

Yoongi handed Jimin the stack of papers, “I’ll give you thirty million.”

“What?!”, you, Jimin, and Jungkook all exclaimed at the same time.

“You paid twenty million and I’ll give you thirty million to buy her off of you. She’s far too advanced to just be messing around in space for the next seven years.”

Your mouth dropped open? “Space? What?! Jungkook what’s going on?”

“Deal!”, Jimin excitedly said already clicking his pen.

“How about you two go sign this over a glass of ice cold Sprinkle Pop and I’ll get Y/N ready.”, Jungkook said gently ushering them out of the room.

“Hey for an extra seventeen million I’ll throw in Kook too.”, Jimin said before him and Yoongi both erupted in laughter leaving the room.

“Jungkook what is going on?!”, you demanded to know, but he was ignoring you, instead he grabbed your clothes and shoved them into your arms, “Here get dressed. I’ll explain everything, but we need to leave.”

You hadn’t known him for very long, but in that short time period you’d never seen him panicked like this which only made you feel more panic so you hurriedly got dressed as fast as you could.

Jungkook grabbed your hand tightly in his and started to pull you down a brightly lit hallway to a set of double doors. Once he made sure you were outside in the clear and hidden behind a brick wall you finally pulled away from him when he released you hand.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”, you asked.

“Y/N…are you…are you a human?”

“Of course I’m a human!! What kind of a question is that?”, you spat, “Are you gonna tell me you’re not a human?”

When you didn’t hear him answer as you expected you looked up to meet his eyes, but he refused to look at you.

“Jungkook what…what is going on?”

“I’m a uh…I’m actually an alien.”, he sighed.

“No you’re not.”, you laughed, “Seriously what’s going on?”

He reached up to his ear and started fidgeting with a device. You bad thought it was just an earring, but once he got the item removed from his ear there was a glitch and then his true form showed through. His skin turned a shade of purple, somewhat darker than Taehyung’s and almost metallic, his eyes became brighter almost diamond like. His fingers were webbed and he 100% definitely had a tail. Gone was the handsome man with tattoos and big doe eyes and he was replaced by this purple monster or purple alien as he said.

Once your brain processed what was in front of you fear set in and you began to run, screaming for help. You were silenced when Jungkook, now back to the form you recognized him in, grabbed you and pushed you against the wall placing his had firmly against your mouth to silence you, “Shhh Y/N. If they hear you they’ll come catch you.”

“So?! You think I’d rather say here with you?”

He nodded, “If you want to live or better yet not spend the rest of your life as one of Yoongi’s test subjects.”, he whispered as you heard people close by.

You agreed and remained silent as the voices and footsteps thankfully got further away. Once you were alone again he pulled you into the street where you walked to the nearest restaurant.

“Y/N, you need to eat.”, he said pushing the plate closer to you. “Aliens don’t eat?”, you questioned through a mouthful of pancakes.

“Not really.”, he shook his head, “Only when we have to so that we can fit in.”

“Okay I have some questions.”, you said pushing the plate away, “Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi, are they aliens?”

He nodded, “Jimin and Taehyung are. Jimin was wearing the same device as me to hide his identity. Taehyung is only half alien which is why he looked more human like.”

“Wait a minute? Humans and aliens can reproduce together?”

Jungkook nodded, “Mmhmm and it’s more common than you think.”

“What about Dr. Pinchy Fingers?”

“Yoongi.”, he giggled, “Yoongi is human. He’s the lead engineer that is in charge of any androids that we use. He got a little too excited because he thought you were a once in a life time bot and he wanted you for himself.”

“Wa-wait a minute? You guys think I’m a bot?”

He nodded, “Yeah because that’s what the man who sold you to us said. He said you were an android that he had created as part of a project he was working on when he was employed by the government. The government wanted to destroy you but he saved you.”

“My father never worked for the government.”, you scoffed, “He managed a grocery store. Where did you even meet him?”

“Umm well Jimin and I were at a bar one night…”

“Say no more.”, you put your hand up. You knew how your father got when he was drinking so it didn’t take much to figure out that he completely fabricated a lie about you. You continued, “And why did you want to buy an android to begin with? None of this is making sense.”

Jungkook laughed a little, “Yeah I know. I’ll…I’ll start from the beginning. So as you know

I’m an alien. More specifically I’m a part of the alien family known as Arimey. We’re from the planet Bangtan. Our leaders, Namjoon and Jin, sent us here many years ago to study and learn about the human race.”

“So you don’t mean any harm to us?”, you asked still unsure about this whole thing.

“Oh no no no…well…most of us don’t. We just want to learn about you guys and we were hoping to one day maybe live as one cohesive unit. That is once humans are more accepting of us.”

“Okay that’s fine and all, but how did you end up speaking to my father and buying me and why?” He winced a little at that question, but still went on, “Well I’m supposed to head back to home base to report on what I’ve found so far, but it takes about seven years to travel between Earth and Bangtan. I wanted some company for the trip so I was going to purchase an android that way they could travel with me and I wouldn’t have to worry about how to get them back to Earth and or feeding them and all that stuff. One night Jimin and I were having a drink and started talking about our plan and this guy came up to us and said he had a homemade android at home that he said he was willing to sell to us. We agreed to meet and I thought you were really nice and we had some stuff in common so I thought you’d be a great companion for the trip. You were also pretty cute too.”, he quickly added at the end. That was the first time you noticed that he blushed a light shade of purple instead of the usual pink or red.

He continued, “But I started noticing things that made me question whether you were really a bot or not like your skin always being so warm, and you smell like vanilla instead of oil and metal, and you drank a lot of water. It just started to not add up. So I kind of freaked out. The AUA will never let me take a human to Bangtan and I didn’t want Yoongi to buy you either so I grabbed you and ran and now we’re here…at this crappy diner.”

“At least the coffees good.”, you said in between sips, “So where do we go from here?”

“Well I can take you back to your home.”, he said, but you shook your head, “No I’m not going back there. I’m finally free and I’m not going to put myself through that again. Where…what happens with you now?”

Softly he smiled, “Well they’re definitely going to be upset that I just told you everything. We’re not supposed to tell humans about us without special clearance soooooo I don’t know exactly what will happen. I’ll have to go back and apologize for running like that and then find a new companion I guess. I need to get back to Bangtan, but it’s a long lonely trip and I really don’t want do it alone.”

“What if I still go with you?”, you whispered. His head snapped up looking at you with shock, “No Y/N. It’s a long trip and I don’t know when I’ll be back to Earth. I don’t even know if humans have ever been to Bangtan and…”

Gently you laid your hand atop his to try and calm him down, “I want to. I don’t have anyone here on Earth. I have nowhere to go. It kind of sucks here actually. I don’t want you to go alone and I don’t want to be alone. I mean seven years is a long time to get to know someone and who knows…maybe you and I will fall madly in love with each other and have a bunch of little half alien half humans running around and they’ll be the cutest little things ever.” You smirked when you noticed the purple tint creeping back up his neck.

“Y/N are you…are you sure? Once we leave we can’t end the trip. You’ll be stuck in a small ship with an alien and you’ll have to live on an unfamiliar planet for who knows how long.”, he asked.

“I’m sure. I already like human looking Jungkook and I’ll be able to get used to Alien Jungkook overtime. I want to go with you.”

He let out a breath neither of you realized he was holding in. “Okay.”, he nodded, “I have to make some calls and see what can be done but I’ll make it work.”

It didn’t take nearly as long as you thought it would for Jungkook to discuss everything and get a much needed approval. You basically had to agree to be his human wife, but that was something you weren’t necessarily against anyways. According to Namjoon there was actually a group of humans already back on Bangtan that were living healthily so he was happy to welcome you there and further the research.

And it was only days later when you were sat in a heart shaped space ship with Jungkook doting over you making sure you were buckled in safely, but also warm and comfortable. You smiled to yourself as he once again counted the cases of water and food worried that he didn’t bring enough for you, but you had assured him it would be fine.

“Ready Y/N?”, Jungkook asked after getting himself buckled in too. You nodded and reached for his hand, “Of course. Here’s to the next seven years together and many more.”, you said giving his hand a squeeze.