#but the siren call of posting ...!

[prettybearbutch]

dating apps aren't working. I need to go look confused at a Home Depot

[l3irdl3rain]

Wow, huge turn out tonight

[ctwinsduo]

what if ctnt pirate/siren AU. What then.

[bloomingdarkgarden]

but what if i release dark academia elriel chapter one tonight.

[xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx]

Please believe me when I say that King and Sir are absolute nuisances. Everyone hates them so much except for Neil and Andrew. (And Renee)

The cats tricked Neil into bringing them home (based on an ao3 fic called King and Sirs Gotcha Day)

Sir enjoys pretending to be cute to lure you in to pet him, but will take his first chance to attack you.

King will stalk you and attack your feet. You'll never see her coming. (She uses her claws like Andrew uses his knives)

So photogenic you forget forget all the wrong they've ever done

They are the sweetest to Andrew and Neil, even when guests are over. Nicky whines about how unfair this is

Neil doesn't allow them to have people food

It's okay though, they know Andrew will give them people food when Neil's not looking

(Neil totally knows)

Sir wears a bell on his collar so they know where he is

King refuses to wear a collar

She keeps pulling/ biting them off, much to the boys displeasure, and hides them so they can't find it

They eventually gave up on the collar when King started meowing everytime she entered a room with Andrew or Neil so she wouldn't accidently sneak up on them

Aaron and Kaitlyn babysat them for a weekend while Andrew and Neil were at the fall banquet

They proceeded to destroy Aaron's house without getting caught

King will stare Aaron down until he looks at her. She will then proceed to knock over the closest thing to her.

She even locked him outside his apartment once. (He was mildly impressed)

Sir is all cuddly towards Kaitlyn, so Aaron can't punish them

After the weekend Aaron vows to never see the cats again

(Andrew interrogates them on how they did that so he could do it. They meow and Andrew nods back in understanding)

Renee takes care of the cats when the boys are gone

King likes Renee. Sir begrudgingly respects her

Dan was the first to mention how similar King and Sir are to Andrew and Neil respectively.

Silently, this explains a lot to Andrew

[pisshorny]

leon s. kennedy

[sainz100]

❤️ some Daniel moments shared on September 26th & 27th

📸 credits in photos + gifs made from inesmuc's reel

[krotiation]

i decided i absolutely had to make a love triangle AU because let's be real, rhys' pov in tales is pretty damn close to that (i'm delusional)

SO INTRODUCING whatever this mess is, i have no idea what to actually call it

[mostmagical]

Chapters 1/1 (1,396 words) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Emo Adrien Agreste/Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Summary:

Spoilers for ML Paris Special. . . After meeting an alternate version of himself, Adrien decides to take the first steps towards making a new friend.

Takes place immediately after Paris Special!

Read on Ao3 or under the cut!!

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She was holding his hand.

She was holding his hand.

After so long of being at each others’ throats, of feeling lost and lonely, the warmth of her hand in his felt like a dream. Like being pulled out of the ocean after so long drowning. Even after passing through the portal into their own world, she held on, and Adrien had trouble focussing on anything else around him. Hesperia was saying something, talking about their next moves to take down the Supreme, but the words simply passed through one ear and out the other as all he could do was stare down at where their hands were connected.

Why… Why hadn’t she let go?

His heart pounded in his chest, faster than he could ever remember it beating before. The pretty bakery girl was holding his hand, like she wanted to, as if he was more than just a stranger on the street to her. And, well, he supposed he was, considering they had been working together for months, albeit without liking each other or knowing one another at all. It was all new sensations and feelings, rushing through his body in a way that made his head swirl.

“...but we can reconvene later,” Hesperia said, on the tailend of some conversation that Adrien had missed entirely. “I think we could all use a little rest.”

Toxinelle— No, Ladybug stuck out her other hand, shaking with Hesperia as the fingers in the hand she held with Adrien’s squeezed just ever so slightly. Maybe that had been in his imagination though. “I agree,” she said. “I hope we can continue to work well together to take down the Supreme.”

“The feeling is mutual, Ladybug,” Hesperia replied. “And you, Griffe– uh…”

Adrien smiled. “I’m still working on it.”

Hesperia smiled back. “I wish you good luck figuring that out.” The butterfly hero folded his hands behind his back, regarding the both of them over his glasses. “I’d offer to show you both out, but I think you’ll find it’s the same way you came in the first time,” he supplied, a lilting tune to his voice.

Ladybug smiled wryly. “Yeah, sorry about that,” she said. “We’ll be going now! Good bye!”

She slipped her fingers from his hand, Adrien already feeling colder, to sling her yoyo through the exit.

“See ya!” he bid to Hesperia before following right after her. She headed towards the bakery– now he knew why— and Adrien couldn’t stop himself from following along. So what if his house was in the opposite direction. He wanted to spend just a few more minutes with her, if he could manage it.

She dropped down onto the bakery roof, quietly releasing her transformation and leaving behind Marinette, the bakery girl.

Adrien’s heart skipped a beat again at the sight of her.

He dodged behind the chimney stack on the end of her rooftop, suddenly nervous. He wasn’t sure how she would react to him being there. Everything was so new and their relationship was so… He wasn’t sure what. It was different.

“I saw you following me, fleabag,” she said, startling him. “No use hiding.”

Lithely, he jumped from his spot, landing in a crouch in front of her. He looked up at her through his bangs, watching her expression for that same old disdain he was used to. There was none.

“What is it?” she asked.

Adrien straightened, searching for the right words in his head. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what he wanted at all. All he knew was that he had been drawn to her, like a thread he had to chase. Other Adrien’s words rang through his head, and sudden clarity filled his being.

He wanted to make friends.

He couldn’t miss his chance.

An excited grin twitching on his lips, he let his transformation fall to match her, putting them both on equal footing. Keeping things neutral had always worked for the two of them in the past.

Marinette raised her eyebrow at him, and suddenly he was struck by how big and blue her eyes were. He had never seen them up so close before. She was so pretty.

“Well, I was thinking,” he said nervously, all his earlier bravado draining out of him now that she was looking at him with those eyes, “since I don’t have any friends, and you don’t have any friends—that I know of!” He glanced at her face, worrying he might find a glare, but instead she continued to just look at him with wide eyes. He cleared his throat, pushing through the rest of his request as he scratched at his cheek. “Maybe, if you want, we could be friends? With each other?”

Her mouth twitched into a small smile. Adrien had never seen her smile before. He found that it suited her quite nicely. His heart did a funny little flip in his chest.

“Okay.”

His jaw dropped. “I– uh– Okay?” he sputtered.

Her smile spread wider. “Yeah.”

“Even though I’m a rich jerk?”

“I guess I can let that go,” she teased. “This time.”

Unbridled happiness— is this what that other Adrien felt? All she did was say ‘okay’ and it was as though the heavens had opened. He was warm, starting in his chest and spreading from the inside out, a euphoria he had never felt before.

“Besides,” she continued, giving a small shrug of her shoulders, “I think you’ve grown on me a little in all this time.”

The delight only grew. “You mean, I’ve cat your attention?”

She shook her head, a frown on her face, but the corners twitched again, as if she was trying to hide a smile. “And you’re going to lose it if you keep up with your awful puns.”

“My claw-ful puns?”

“Watch it, whiskers,” she said, but, for once, there was no bite to her tone.

“Aw,” he cooed, loving the way her nose scrunched up at the sound. “You don’t mean that, buggy.”

“‘Buggy’?” she questioned. “What happened to ‘cockroach’?”

“Well, I’m not going to call my friend a cockroach, now am I?” he said. “Why? You don’t like it? I can workshop some more names.”

She laughed, and, wow, what a wonderful sound that was. “Maybe after you figure out your new name.”

“No, no, no.” He wagged a finger. “This is important.” He proceeded to stalk around her, acting as though he was appraising her like an art piece with a hand to his chin. Actually, he supposed, she was an art piece, not that he’d ever told her. Maybe he should. “What about…” he drawled, lengthening his vowels, “Scarab?”

She wrinkled her nose. “No.”

He hummed. “Buginette.”

A scoff.

“Spotify.”

“You’re joking.”

Her deadpan told him all he needed to know. Adrien stopped his stalking, once again standing in front of her. It had to be personal, something to tell her how much she meant to him, how happy he was to finally have someone he could call a friend in his life. Something to connect them. An idea lit up his brain.

“My lady.”

He could be wrong, but he thought she might have stuttered a breath. A dusting of pink settled on her cheeks. Oh! Oh, that was a good reaction, wasn’t it?

“You like that?” he asked. “My lady?”

She swallowed, eyes cast away from his face and down on his shoes. Her arms crossed over her chest. “I suppose that might be acceptable.”

He smiled. “My lady,” he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue as if they were always meant to. He bowed dramatically, smiling when he heard her soft chuckle. “I’m glad we could settle this.”

She snorted. “If you’re supposed to be a prince, we have some work to do.”

“Maybe not a prince, but I’ll happily be your knight.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

His smile was practically bursting at the seams, stretching his cheeks wide enough for a dull ache to settle in. “I’ll let you enjoy your day. Until next time, my lady.” He called his transformation back, readying himself to head home.

“Until next time, Adrien,” she replied, another soft smile gracing her features.

He leapt from her roof, darting away as his heart beat a staccato against his ribcage. Next time he saw her, he would be seeing his new friend.

A friend.

[deepbluecomputer]

FIGHT WHITE MEN FIGHT !!!

[scrap-brainzone]

happy belated pride i guess

[doctorsiren]

You ever draw something late at night, then wake up the next morning and ask yourself why you wrote the phrase “twink controlling a twink” on this canvas ?

[lemonwrap]

Hi, I'm Lemon! I write Ghostsoap—sometimes longfics and sometimes just drabbles, often with a healthy dose of angst ;). All drabbles and most writing stuff is under the tag #lemonwrap writes, and most of my other stuff is under #lemonwrap’s misc tag.

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Drabble Masterlist (in order posted)

Merman Ghost/biologist Soap

Brokeback Mountain AU

Jackalope hybrid Ghost

Werewolf Ghost and Soap

Neighbors AU

Permanent Mask AU (I’ll Take A Quiet Life)

Graveyard AU

Classmates AU

A/B/O, Ghost without scent glands

The Last of Us AU

Dishonored AU

Ghost with trust issues

Brainwashed/dog Soap AU

Sad 09 Soap/22 Ghost

Soulmate AU

Trapped Merman Ghost/dog Soap

[bluestempigeons]

Small announcement:

I have been feeling very burnt out by social media recently, and will be taking an indefinite hiatus. I may or may not return in the spring when I have babies I want to share, but you know how it is. I leave you this scrungly baby face as a parting gift

[pisshorny]

me if i could get a fade

[drumlincountry]

Sometimes caring So Much feels like a curse in this cruel world. but sometimes it allows me to connect with other people who also care A Lot and together we actually are able to make a difference. And that is literally the best feeling in the entire world.