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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Teenage Years)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: this is LONG so please dont let this flop

prompt: y/n is 12-16, takes place from Avengers 1 to Avengers 2

The Early Years (1) The Intense Years (3) The Aftermath (4) Continued (5)

starting out with tony powering stark tower with clean energy:

it was very late, you were supposed to be asleep

“what are you doing up, missy? it’s way past your bedtime”

“it’s my fault, i let her stay up to see her dad’s big achievement” -pepper

just vibing on the couch with absolutely no intention of sleeping anytime soon

you really did take after your dad

“how was the show, sweetheart?”

“uh, cool?”

coulson showing up when he did

you were excited bc you knew he had to be there for superhero stuff

“hi, agent coulson!!”

“hey there, kiddo!

BEGGING to come with your dad

“no. absolutely not. there is absolutely no way im letting you get involved in any of this”

you got involved

but like, not the whole “im a 12 year old superhero” involved

“y/n, sweetie, this is dr. banner, you’re gonna be his assistant in the lab!”

“—what?” *bruce utterly shocked*

talking that man’s ear off oh my GOD

he taught you a few things along the way, though

it ended up being very educational

“yeah i built my own suit! it’s definitely not as cool as my dad’s...and he put a bunch of safety controls on it. obviously, i could bypass them and do whatever i wanted, but it’s best not to break his trust, you know?”

“you are astonishingly wise for a 12 year old”

bruce being kind of scared around you because he thinks he could hurt you

also scared you might hurt yourself on the scepter

CASUALLY talking to the rest of the avengers

“so, you’re stark’s daughter? now i’ve met three generations of starks.” -steve

“oh, wonderful, there’s a smaller one!” -thor

“hey, y/n, it’s good to see you again. still practicing those moves i showed you?” -natasha

listennnn as you got older you started to exert more of your father’s personality traits

you developed his sarcastic and occasionally ill-timed humor...and

YOU WERE COCKY AS FUCK

“i mean, i’m not saying that i’m better than you but i know you’re thinking it”

when the helicarrier was attacked nobody really knew the correct way to protect you

“dad? dad??”

“right here, y/n, come with me”

tony brought your suit for emergency purposes

“you put this on and you stay here, understand?”

oh, another thing you got from him? NOT LISTENING

helping where you could, the first step to becoming a superhero, right?

being really upset when coulson died

but understanding that it was apart of the job

going back to new york for some alien ass kicking and having the whole team check on you every thirty seconds

“y/n, how’s it going?” “stark junior, are you doing okay?” “need any help out there, kid?”

“you guys don’t have to babysit me” “i’m still kickin’ it, thanks”

tony calling right before he went through the wormhole

“hey sweetheart, just gotta let you know that i love you and i am so proud of everything you’ve done”

the avengers holding you back from him when he fell back to the ground because you were unreasonably worried for obvious reasons

“is he breathing? steve? steve, let me see him! JARVIS, are you there?”

falling on the ground and hugging him (with your clunky-ass armor still on)

“hey! yeah, i missed you too”

*clink clink* pat on the back

schwarma stop

“you’re gonna eat it and you’re gonna like it”

having your own input on the stark tower remodel

taking a slight pause for random stuff

you’ve definitely drawn his mustache/goatee on your face before

“please tell me that’s not permanent marker”

“it’s permanent marker”

you and pepper doing mother/daughter things for bonding (but you and her already had a great relationship)

unreasonable amount of cussing from your father has rubbed off onto you and now he doesn’t notice when you say bad words

natasha taught you how to shoot so that was cool

“if i can shoot a repulsor, i think i can shoot a gun”

“whatever you say, baby stark”

obviously the team is just a bunch of protective uncles and an aunt

“i miss [insert avenger here]”

resume to iron man 3

just tinkering in the shop with pops

“are you sure that’s safe, dad?”

“duh, why wouldn’t it be safe?”

you were right and it was not safe

sometimes you proved your dad wrong and it made him happy?

“well would you look at that, you’re right”

learning how to help your dad with his anxiety and panic attacks

the house in malibu got blown up and your dad disappeared

you were benched by pepper effective immediately

“don’t you think it would be better if i were still out there? someone has to be out there and...i don’t know, protect the people?”

“y/n, please, you’re still a kid. i can excuse fighting aliens but i draw the line at terrorism”

“you can excuse fighting aliens??”

pepper sent you to a different house and hired a...babysitter

zip zip zip its AOU time yall remember the beginning of that at the hydra base

*explosion* “oh, shit! didn’t mean to do that...”

“watch your language, y/n!” -cap

“don’t tell my daughter what to do!”

having an external monologue that everyone just kind of rolls with

“glad i put a heater in this suit” “anyone up for burgers?” *humming Eye of the Tiger*

going back to the lab with tony and bruce and being very uncomfortable with the idea of ultron

“okay dad, you know how im usually right?”

“lighten up, kiddo. remember what i taught you about trial and error? this is a learning experience”

*bruce and you side eying*

“i’ll ground you”

“what?!”

“kidding, im kidding”

a lot of kid jokes from other partygoers

“isnt it past your bedtime”

“very funny”

actually dressing up nice for a change, as opposed to an oil-stained band tee

but then ur outfit was ruined because you had to shoot murder bots :(

“not cool! i designed this room!”

tony still got all the blame for ultron while you and bruce went 😬

tony made a joke about ultron being your brother and you didn’t talk to him for hours

“oh, come on! you have to learn to laugh at your mistakes!”

“poor choice of words, stark” -literally everyone

🎶getting to see your worst feaaar🎶

which was a mixture between tony not surviving the wormhole and being abandoned and vulnerable again

your phone got confiscated “because of ultron”

meeting wanda and pietro on better terms

“you are stark’s daughter?”

“um, yeah, that’s me. i sincerely apologize for anything he’s ever done wrong while i’ve been alive”

actually getting along with them (plus you were in a similar age range)

“uncle rhodey!!!”

“staying out of trouble, i hope?”

“define ‘trouble’”

okay okay, enough of that. besides a few robots hitting you and you hitting harder...and ultron taking a couple personal jabs at you after accessing some of your social media accounts...it went back to normal(ish)

you made a friend of wanda and visited the avengers compound weekly and helped with training

and nat gave you some spy pointers to help you if you ever found yourself without the suit

when you left the compound after thor that day, you had some nice father/daughter time

“why don’t i give you a driving lesson, yeah?”

“you’re gonna trust me to drive this thing?”

“sure, why not?”

you drove very fast, wonder where you learned that from

he was clasping onto the seats and whispering curse words

“next time, you can drive with happy”

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dear-kumari · 4 years ago

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hey i’m not disappointed by ur answer at all! and i agree, i liked her when she was first introduced, character design and the way she challenged yona, i just also love the page when she attacked joodoh for how it was drawn and joodoh’s expression lmao. i think it’s unfair for ppl to think she’s strong now bc i think it was clear she had a lot of fortitude the way she carried herself and offered soo won her deal at the beginning. i remember ppl thot it was silly she didn’t have a backup plan, but rly think she just couldn’t even think abt him turning her down bc she was sure he was lonely for family like her. she wouldn’t allow herself to consider the possibility. i do hope her frustrations w yona aren’t completely brushed aside in the future, bc i LOVED her whole speech abt that and def felt her pain. she was so sympathetic already, i’d be pissed too her in situation. the way i saw it, she knows she’s going to die young, and she wanted to at least die w dignity/secure position of power that’s HERS, not as a concubine. have all that she can bc her life’s gonna be short. and what’s wrong with that? it’s not like she had grand evil plans to use the dragons for, she doesn’t have enough time. i don’t want it to go straight to understanding yona’s had some hard times, bc that doesn’t change the point. her being angry w soo won now feels like a shift from that, but she could be angry w them both kusanagi doesn’t have to choose. basically, i rly hope her role can still be to push yona’s thinking abt hiryuu, since they’re both at the castle now still and someone has to bring her ho-chan....

(Anon, you have finally motivated me to figure out how people have been sending these insanely long asks lately, and for that I must thank you.) I understand what you’re saying and I guess I do agree with a lot of it. As nice as the sentiment is, though, I doubt she’s gonna be able to keep up the same level of animosity towards Yona as she has towards Suwon. One thing I loved about her character at the start was that she didn’t owe Yona anything, unlike Suwon who always has the fact of his betrayal hanging on his mind no matter how valid his feelings and actions are — but then Kusanagi ruined that element of her character not three chapters in because, hey, why let a strong, compelling, motivated female character just exist independently of the protagonist’s divine influence, amirite? It’s not like she could’ve negotiated her own imprisonment or anything when things went sideways, demonstrating her competency and quick thinking as a member of a cutthroat court or anything like that — nope, Yona has to step in with her Moral Compass™, Jaeha has to save her while she’s on her knees (I hate it here lol), and Yun has to show her the compassion she’s never received to melt her Ice Queen heart. I think the stuff with Yun could’ve been fine and heartwarming on its own, but the whole conga line of “look how awesome and perfect the HHB is uwu” just doesn’t give her that room to be resentful of Yona’s ignorance without the narrative throwing what she owes Yona back in her face. So … no, I think Kusanagi has already chosen, and poorly at that.

Can she still push Yona to think about her role as Hiryuu? Sure, with time, I think the broad lessons Yona needs to learn about divine power and the gods will finally sink in. But the framing is already super reductive, so I don’t think it’ll necessarily conclude with Yona needing to be critical of her own actions. This is probably gonna end with the “wow this illness sucks”/ “okay then I’ll fix it” *fixes it* scenario that I expressed concern over before, one that nominally solves the problem but doesn’t actually take into account Yona’s personal relationship with power and responsibility. If we’re just building up to Yona as a selfless savior of humanity, then I’m sorry, but I feel bad for both of these young women — Meinyan for being denied agency and dignity, and Yona for being denied dynamism and nuance.

#Kumari answers #Anonymous #Akatsuki no Yona #Yona of the Dawn #Meinyan #Suwon #Yona #Hiryuu #Boy … Protagonist-Centered Morality really does poison everything it touches huh #gals can't even have themselves interesting arcs without getting derailed #Anyway sorry if ppl don't like seeing these long anons on their dash/in the tags #I don't mind getting long anons but I'm gonna make a tag for y'all to filter if you so choose #and it'll be. uhh #Long Anon: The Anon That Is Long #yeah.#Kumari abuses the tagging system

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cosmosrival · 4 years ago

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Rico besides Kama what do you think about the other indian servants?????

AHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS GOING TO GET SOOOO LONG!!!! i have a different view of the indo fam as a whole. i call them the indo fam but i mean the found family trope!!!! theyre like a group of college students sharing a dorm if that makes sense, since their servant selves are obviously different from their initial myths/human vessels!!!

OK SO. RECENTLY, i have an oomf that found books about arjuna that summarize his exploits in the mahabharata(I DONT HAVE THE STRENGTH TO READ IT ALL IM SO SORRY) and also talk about him in a more philosphical manner such as his states of mind during each event etc and i’ve been meaning to read said book because im genuinely interested in arjuna now!!! and i’d like to know more about this indo prince because from what i’ve seen, he is portrayed in a rather bad light(?) in FGO which i find extremely !!!!!!!!!!! and incrdibley !!!!!!! strange !!!!!!! the mahabharata’s conflicts can be put in a mostly grey area where there’s no good nor bad, its not black and white. so seeing arjuna get bashed because of the way his conflict with karna was written is... hm. let’s say that im REALLY starting to understand arjuna fans that dislike seeing him get mischaracterized so much. OTHER THAN THAT, his design is adorable, his travel outfit is my favourite because he deserves to relax and have some fun!!! fgo making him a chuuni is cute and his VAs little moans are cute cute cute!!!!!!!!!!! (mash grabs my shoulder and forces me to sit down) i think that arjuna deserves better and im really happy to see him have fun in his travel costume voicelines. i think we should take arjun on a date!!! he’s a great lover, we’d have the best time!! OH ALSO, kama seeing him as the student council president in their interlude makes me SOOOOOOO HAPPY its unreal, i think it fits him very very well, the seitokaichou who was elected because of everyone’s hopes and recommended by teachers because he’s suuuch a good student but because of that, the pressure to be good is constantly towering over his head and everytime he looks out the window he wishes he could ditch class and skip a day just because he felt like going to the arcade and be a bad student.......just this once........i think hes very very cute...... i want him to cook for me. HAVE YO U READ HIS BOND 4 VOICELINE ?mmmmmggg i want him to get embarrassed everytime i praise him for having such a muscular waistline. AUG

ANEWAYS i also have quite the thoughts about karna, his characterization in the game is linked to arjuna’s and thats fine but i think that forgetting how much of a little sassy bastard he can get was a mistake! did you know that in apocrypha’s german dub on netflix, when jeanne calls his name like “You’re Karna, aren’t you ? The son of the Indian Sun God !” HES LIKE “So ?” AND THAT WAS SOOOO BITCHY OF HIM, i think that karna is a good boy in fgo but the fact that he was such a fighty old man in the mahabharata shouldnt be forgotten and is a charm trait. I MEAN ???? HE THREW HANDS WITH AN 18 YEAR OLD(ARJUN) WHILE BEIN LIKE... THIRTY TWO. WHATS WITH THIS ANNOYING OLD MAN !!!!! knowing these little facts about him made me like him so much more actually !! i think karna being so nice is adorable!! but the little bitchy energy u can find in his voicelines is also very charming!! i think karna looking at me emotionless as i ask him to lend me his notes for the nth time that week and then saying “...Mn.” when i thank him is cute!!! his voiceline towards things he dislikes is interesting to me. karna seeming aloof and mean bc he doesnt know how to communicate but is actually nice underneath...... hey... thats a little delinquentcore........ i wouldnt say yankii but hes like... hes like... u know hes the handsome quiet one of the group of yankiis... u know the one...? hey where are you going

ganesha is also a character im deeply interested in but i havent played CCC so i dont know that many details about jinako herself !! my brain goes HMMMMMM it seems lord ganesha is trans in fgo ! (since kama used to be a male god originally as well!!) ganesha uses all pronouns!!! and ganesha is also special to me because they share similar traits with kama when it comes to their characterization AND mischaracterizations. ganesha isnt JUST jinako. theres a part of a god in the servant mix!!! and jinako HERSELF is actually a pretty sad character imo. the whole otaku/neet thing is obviously a facade and her true wish being that she wants to redo her whole life is also proof of how much she hates what shes become, yet at the same time, she doesnt know what else she could do. but anyways, i prefer looking at servants from a lore POV so i think that ganesha should still be considered a god and be adressed as such!! i like seeing people portray ganesha as jinako but i prefer it when a certain lavish more godly side of them is put forward. a side of jinako that managed to move on a little bit if that makes sense ? that got more serious. and became someone else entierly despite sharing similarities. needless to say their bond with karna makes me happy since he shows them respect as you should towards a god!! its a bit different from their bond in CCC... like they matured somewhat!! anyway ganesha is the one who taught everyone else in the indo fam about video games and technology and i will NEVER shut up.

ashwatthama..... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM %_’(’ç_”’è_ç(è_’”545656455456545453£¨¨µ¨µMµ¨++°=)=)°+ goodness. jesus christ on earth. my love story with him makes me so embarrassed. when he got revealed i instantly fell in love with him despite knowing JACK SHIT ABOUT HIM but since i was the only one in my friend group who was hardcore into fgo at the time, i kept my love for him to myself and just... (looks away)(i drop my wallet full of picturses of him) quietly adored his everything in silence. WELL, ree having an intense crush on yankii type characters isnt new, its been my favourite trope for ages (gyarus go in hand with them!!) and im still very attached to it so thats what made me love him in the first place!!!! BUT THEN. I GOT INTO HIS MAHABHARATAN LORE. And OHHHHHHHHH BABY.......... (im twirling my hair) so theres this 7ft tall war criminal..........<3<33<3(mash leans in and informs me that the convention of geneva didnt exist at the time) SO THERES THIS 7 FTTALL IMMORTALMAN.......<233 gOD he makes me absolutely CRAZY9909840385%£%%£%%µ%µ%µ the love i have for this character is immense and whenever im sad i remember that pako exists and has a tablet and can draw and i suddenly feel so much better. ok im gonna stop horny posting a little bit. but hes my wife. AND WHAT I LOVE ABOUT HIS PORTRAYAL IN FGO IS THAT, they actually made him a good boy despite his initial roughness and misdeeds ???!!! HELLO?? ashwatthama wishing for a redemption ark is my favourite thing and his righteousness that was born because of his regrets is a very interesting drivepoint to me !!! hes a gorgeous character and im buying a ticket plane as we speak right now so i can go find him in northern india. i’ll find him. GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME !!!!!GET OFF ME !!!

miss lakshimi makes me very sad! because every female servant in the indo fam is an already known face. (... would sita count.) and lakshi being a jeanneface is a waste. well, she’s still very pretty and her lore is also quite interesting!! i havent looked into it fully yet but i think she should be kissed on the mouth. her bad luck makes me slip on a banana peel whenevr i get close to her to kiss her and i hit my head on the pavement and pass away-

parvati is on a tough spot for me atm. i genuinely love thinking of her as the way the indian goddess herself is portrayed because thats where the fun lies for me in her character. especially when shes involved with other indian servants, thats a given!! i would like to see parvati grow, suffer and heal. because branding her as an “all-knowing mom” is easy, but every single parent makes mistakes if you follow that logic. also, since shes the sakura servant “thats closest to her initial personality”, she’s got some of the most Repulsive fans ive Ever witnessed in fandom spaces and lets say that im trying to work my way out of this hellhole and find things to like about parvati without the fandom’s influence. needless to say, im going to keep looking into her mythos and her lore by myself at my own pace and keep doing my own thing in my little corner.

rama shouldve been a jock. THE RAMAYANA IS OLDER THAN THE MAHABHARATA, WHY IS.....Hrm well him being summoned as his baby version gives me hope for a future rama alt perhaps??? but i think that he shouldve been a total jock and he shouldve been huge with a huge red lion-like mane for his hair and a teethy grin and big biceps and intense love for his wife. SPEAKING OF SITA, her charm point is her purity but i wish.... that their artist still hadnt drawn them like That, im not a fan of lily servants and i think purity = being young is a bit of an annoying excuse!!! rama and sita looking similar is because of their shared history which is fine but... rolls my eyes............. rama shouldve been 6ft tall and sita shouldve been a milf to match...... anyways i doubt ravana would be added as a servant but i’d love to have a ramayana centric event!! where all indo servants have their own lore centric role to play!!! oh thatd be a dream.... but i have learned to not expect much from a fanservice game so im jus gonna draw my own stuff! (strikes a pose!) (mashu claps!)

#answered #long post #SORRY FOR THE BIG SCROLL.

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coolgirl · 5 years ago

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Jason expert rate Jason’s designs

sorry for being late i was busy with school but now i’m free so to celebrate. jason indulgence.

pre-crisis not robin

very cute. i like that it has a lil more of flair to it? the collar and the lines on the gloves and the shorter cape.. also love it has pants. king rlly king. wonder if they already knew he was gonna be robin anyways or if they were still considering nightbird. anyways, 8/10 bc its cute

pre & post-crisis robin (bc its basically the same)

i mean its a classic.. however it reminds me jason was the only robin who was simply given dick’s clothes rather than like. have an unique look? which sucks. 7/10 middle child syndrome is REAL

post-crisis robin (winter edition)

OKAY NOW THIS. i absolutely love. is it tacky? oh yes without a doubt. i still love the pants and the sleeves. finally winter clothes for this child, especially considering his new titans scene where he was bitching about the costume not being snow proof. he got what he wanted! 9/10

new 52/rebirth costume by

EPIC. IDC I LOVE IT.the circles on his arms and his boots.. the lines on his legs.. i just love it. i love the red mask too… it feels.. not more unique, but feels more jason-y than the other costume. 10/10

NOW. onto older stuff

hush

as u can see im VERY confusion about the pouches and the straps?? why??? whats the purpose.. generally its fine. the white strand moved a nation and i think the chest piece is cool, but everything else.. uglee. like the long as hell jacket and him looking 40 years old like why r u 19 looking like fifty? ugly white man. 5/10

winicks/utrh version

LITERALLY A CLASSIC. i love this costume sooo much. like jason obviously grew out of it, as in it wouldnt make sense for him anymore to go with something like this as his main costume because i feel like this fit the utrh mood (him not veing a vigilante/hero/villain whatver but trying to be a mob boss n shit) and it just. fucks. i love the helmet just being plain with no stupid mouth or nose shape. i simply love it. 10/10

nigthwing

its just. its just the nightwing costume. didnt even try he just stole that from dick. he still rocks it and looks better than dick, and u gotta give him points for accessorizing with his dagger. 7/10

red robin

im not. a big fan of this costume.. i think the cowl is ugly, it just does not work for someone as big as jason… however i do like why he took this mantle and what it meant.. 6/10 no words head empty.

oh brother. furryman

ITS SUCH AN UGLY COSTUME. muzzle batman walked so muzzle red hood could run. its just. ugly like ugly. i dont like the ears or again the muzzle or whatever the hell is going on in the arms.. its just so edgy. 5/10

WANNA KNOW WHAT A SEXY EVIL BATMAN COSTUME LOOK LIKE?

Injustice 2 batman

I2 HAD IT IN THE BAG BABY. i like that its like classic batman costume but again! with some jason touches! the red eyes, the electric tiddies making a comeback.. epic genuinely epic. 10/10

and if ur not into evil jason

100% dad ‘i have my life figured out’ batman jason

just like the nightwing costume this is just. batman costume. nothing special or different from it so its like did u even try? BUT in this scenario it actually means smth that he stuck to bruces costume.. sweet.. but boring. 7/10

speaking of. evil ugly designs. ugh i hate this.

this motherfucker

ive never. ever. felt as humiliated by a costume than thetime jason wore this. like MORTIFYING RLLY. its DISGUSTINGGG. the helmet shape. the fucking WHITE. the SKULL PLEASE WHO DESIGNED THIS WHO HATES ME IN PARTICULAR SO MUCH??? THIS MAN DOES NOT FUCK! HES UGLY! HE STINKS!!!! the red guns are epic that much i can say. LOOK AT THOSE PANS GOD ITS SO HUMILLIATING. 0/10 WORST COSTUME EVER.

HOWEVER. winick and the artist spun GOLD from it, because next time jason wore possibly my favorite costume to date

this motherfucker…2!

like look how much better it looks with a little of swag.. the helmet without eyes.. the belts.. the fucking leather jacket.. keeping the red guns/gloves.. like seriously i dont know a better man. the skull is still awful and i wouldve replaced the white for black and MWAH best costume. like the black part at the top make it all red and the white make it black.. god this jason fucks massively i love him. 11/10 my favorite by a landslide perhaps

new 52/rebirth red hood

OKAY I KNOW theyre slightly different (rebirth has shorter sleeves and a more padded look) but to me its like. same thing. okay i think its.. fine. its not phenomenal but its not ugly.. i like the brown jacket more than the black jacket i have to admit, its more distinctive and i simply like the color more, however i do not.. like jason having the bat symbol.. but thats also a me thing about how badly written this is. anyways. the helmet with the mouth disgusts me and everytime its drawn like that its humilliating. like. 7/10. maybe 7+. when it has the mouth or like nose ANY FACIAL EXPRESSION RLLY its a 5.

wingman

oh i absolutely despise that helmet. he looks like fucking. terminator. its the ugliest shape ive ever seen and the visor is.. huge. i dont like the shoulder pads either idk what the fuck its going on with the thing around his neck either.. like hes. knockout batman and i HATEEE IT. damians costume slaps tho. i just… its… ugly. like.. 3/10.

get damian back arc red hood costume

oh im a HUGE fan of this design.i love how his costume is designed in a way thats like. if jason was a dnd character he absolutely would be a tank. the padding, the red undertones everywhere, i just.. love it. i like how all the costumes were done to reflect their personalities you know.. i like this robin red hood hybrid. 9/10 would even say 10/10 bc i just enjoy how gleason draws jason.

red hood/arsenal costume

its like. i dont hate it completely (i love the way the hood+helmet looks) and thats.. yeah thats pretty much all i like about it. i HATEEEE the vest i hate it fr.i hate how huge the sumbol is and idk this costume just does not spark joy. 5/10

outlaw costume

okay this one. this one drives me insane. because like. okay i dig parts of it. i like the lack of sleeves. i like the gloves thingies. i like the hood. i could get aboard him ditching the helmet - it breaks all the damn time anyways. i like the stripes on his pants in the boots. ALL SEPARATE? NEAT. now i hate. hate. the muzzle. like WHY IT LOOKS SO UGLYYY LIKE SO UGLY like unless the artist GETS IT and is SEXY it looks awful. look at this

AWFUL. also like it made sense for when he was on the run and he had to make do and assemble a costume from what he had but like now hes sponsored by lex, get that man a goddamn new suit already please. anyways. 6/10.. like i said i like many elements from it but its still.. kinda ugly all together and depends A LOT on the artist.

three jokers

im torn on this one.. i think its a bit boring.. i dont rlly like the top part, it reminds me SOO much of that one tt issue where he beat the fuck out of tim while wearing a robin costume like i understad the implications of him wearing a costume thats similar to the robin blouse but im not a big fan.. also i prefer the brown leather jacket. its like not his worst costume by far but not the best.. like pretty basic? i would say 6/10

NOW SOME AUS.

tiny titans & lil gotham

okay these two are like. pretty much the canon versions of robin and red hood HOWEVER they both have details that are different from the original version and DESERVE a mention. the curls on robin jason and jasons red gloves/belt are ICONIC. whoever designed them knew what they were about, so 10/10 best bapy jason.

arkham knight

does the person who designed this know how much theyve done for the lgbt community? i hope they do. i love.. a lot about this costume. i love the ears, i love how techno it is, i love the layers to it.. im.. not a big fan of the whole military thingy but i have to admit that applying it to the design itself is kind of neat.. i love the colors too and how.. practical it is while being. well. kinda dramatic? the whole bat aesthetic.. yeah. i love it. 9/10

arkham red hood

this one.. when u think about it the outlaw version is VEEERY similar to this one: the pants, the hood, the jacket eve. however i like this helmet so much more, i have a weakness for eyeless (??) helmets.. i like the little details of it as well, i remember that pic going around of it being held together with like. fuckign stitches and bandaids. legendary. i love this look, i would say 9+/10

injustice 2 jason

okay gonna go ahead and say it: not a big fan of the helmet. it looks like.. a bug? the lenses do not spark joy. this bitch has many styles and like toners etc and i will no rate them all. i think its a pretty basic design, not the best but not the worst either. like if it was an exam i would make them pass but make faces at what im reading like eeehhhgh. 7/10.

hag jason

middle one is like literally, on the outside and superficial level, just. his usual costume. the jacket and the grey kevlar and the bat. now the gloves are sexy as hell.. and in the whit ebackground one u can appreciate the under costume better and i really like it?? i just.. like the design. I HATE HOWEVER the bat helmet. WHY IS IT HOLLOW?? BITCH HELLO?? AND THE BATMAN SYMBOL DOES NOT MAKE SENSE! and i like things making sense!!!. we will not talk about jason in this book. like.. 8/10. maybe 9 if im feeling it.

hag jason 2: the hagger and the furious

hes just.. a little old man.. he cannot change this.. i like this design. i like seeing jason grow old. wish it wasnt in this context. my father rlly. 8/10

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am i forgetting any jays.. i wont do all animated robins because they all look the same and the one that doesnt i do not like. SO HERES my thoughts..

#Anon #jason todd #jason.txt #THIS has been my weekly jason rant. come back next week for more

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kamvkoma · 4 years ago

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It's quite a lot I hope you don't mind ^^ 7 11 21 30 35 39 59 63 66 78 79 90 97 100

i don’t mind at all!!! thank you for the ask! 😊

also fair warning it’s been some time since i’ve played any of the dangan ronpa games and i haven’t been too active in the fandom as of late, so i may not remember some things super clearly. (as a result i think i just talked about komaeda entirely too much bc he’s my fave lmao.)

7. Favourite class trial from all the games?

i’m sure this is a biased opinion on my part, but i loved the chapter 5 trial in sdr2. i also admittedly really enjoyed the first trial in both sdr2 and v3, because they both threw me for such a loop and i was not expecting how they turned out.

11. Favourite cast?

the dr1 cast definitely

21. Favourite voice actor?

megumi ogata!! 💞💞 her performance as komaeda is what really makes the character for me

30. Which character would’ve deserved to survive?

god, it’s hard to choose. i’m sad about a lot of them dying. i guess i felt pretty sad that rantaro died so early on in v3, after finding out that he had already gone through a previous killing game and survived. it sucks that he went through all of that just to be killed off immediately in the next one lol.

35. A character who should’ve got more character development?

the first person that popped into my mind here was owari. her character really didn’t interest me at all and she went through no actual development iirc, but after finding out that she was initially planned to be a big antagonist, it’s disappointing that instead she was sidelined to be a very one-dimensional character. it would’ve been cool if they at least did something with her.

39. Smartest murder plan?

again i am probably biased here but chapter 5 of sdr2, lol. i mean, komaeda specifically planned it out to be unsolvable, that’s pretty genius imo.

59. Favourite moment?

honestly the whole scene with komaeda in the final dead room, particularly the russian roulette moment. this boy is wild.

63. Describe Kyoko Kirigiri in 3 words!

ramen noodle head

66. Describe the last trial from V3 in 3 words!

bunch of bullshit (i wasn’t a fan of the “twist” lol)

78. Favourite random/unnecessary scene?

komaeda being butt ass naked showering on that random island. there was absolutely no need for that scene but i greatly appreciated it, even though i dislike dr3.

79. Which character has the cutest design?

i always really loved nanami’s design (the one from sdr2), i’ve even cosplayed as her before bc i really dig the aesthetic.

90. Do you like Junko?

i do! i think she’s a really good and interesting villain, for a lot of different reasons, and i dig her aesthetic as well lol.

97. Overrated ship which is your NOTP?

i guess kamu//nami? i don’t know how popular that is but i don’t like it. i was going to say hina//nami as well but then i remembered i’ve written fic with that pairing before, lmao. but that was before dr3, to be fair. i feel like dr3 kind of tainted hina//nami for me.

100. Opinion on all the Protagonists!

naegi - i love this boy, he is so pure and good. i feel like i really didn’t care about him too much at first because he seemed so generic to me, but after playing through sdr2 and seeing him appear at the end, i had such a renewed appreciation for him for some reason. his capacity for hope and forgiveness is very admirable, and i like that he was really the only person junko was never able to get to falter.

hinata - like a lot of people, i was immediately drawn to how different he was from naegi, and found it endearing and amusing how he was kind of rude and sardonic and just so fed up with everyone’s shit. despite that, he had a lot of insecurities about being so ordinary, which i find kind of relatable. i also like how despite his complicated relationship with komaeda, he still tried to understand him. i love him a lot.

komaru - i don’t really remember a lot about this game; i actually kind of forgot about it until i was sitting here thinking of all the dangan ronpa protagonists i knew of for this question, lol. but i liked komaru. she definitely went through a lot of development in the game and went from being a scared little girl to a hero, which was cool to see. i also thought her relationship with fukawa and syo was pretty cute.

saihara - words cannot describe how much i love this little emo boy. i’m not a huge fan of v3 in general, but i really liked him. first of all i thought the reveal that he was actually the real protag of the game was really cool and wild (even though it sucked kaede had to die). and once again he was a pretty different personality from the previous games, being so nervous and not confident in his abilities, and actually being depressed and fighting with falling into despair through the course of the game’s events. i found him to be the most realistic in terms of how an ordinary person would react to a killing game scenario. i also thought it was neat to finally have a protag who had an actual talent, and i’ve always had a soft spot for detective boys.

i know dangan ronpa has other installments and spin offs and stuff but i don’t really know any other protags well enough to give my opinion. (well, i did read some of dr0, but that was a while ago so i don’t remember much.)

anyway, thanks again! this was a lot of fun to do!

#yuzuria

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aalissy · 5 years ago

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A Forgotten Rose

Chapter 13 of Dreaming in Black and White. Sorry it took forever guys but I got sick blech. Hopefully this chapter makes up for it though. Also Chat Blanc killed me bc I just want my bebes to be happyyyyy. Lemme know what you think :)

AO3

Adrien’s first thought when he awoke that morning was of Marinette. Even Nathalie’s rapid knocks on his bedroom door couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering at the idea of seeing her later that day. Soon, however, that giddiness completely evaporated. He literally rejected her a week ago. God, why was he such an idiot? Marinette was amazing and super pretty. They could have shared a world of colors together if he had only said yes. A longing sigh escaped him as he imagined what that would be like. Groaning, Adrien buried his face into his pillow in an attempt to smother himself. Before he could do so, however, Nathalie entered the room, “Adrien, you need to get up. You have a photoshoot this morning, remember?”

Letting out a quiet whine, he turned his head to the side to give her a weak smile, “Thank you, Nathalie.”

She gave him a brisk nod before turning and heading out of his room. Sitting up, he scrubbed his face with his hands, blowing out a long breath of air. As Adrien made his way over to the bathroom, Plagg floated up from beneath his bed covers and followed him, “Well, somebody looks cheerful this morning,” he snickered sarcastically.

“Oh, shut up, Plagg,” he glared at his kwami.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you didn’t get with pigtails when you had the chance,” the small, black cat rolled his eyes at him, “In fact, may I remind you that I’ve been trying to tell you that you’ve been in love with her all along.”

“I know,” Adrien sighed as he got dressed, “I’m really just mad at myself for not realizing sooner.”

“I understand, kid,” Plagg nods before rubbing his belly, “Now would you get me some camembert, all this talk about love is making me hungry.”

Rolling his eyes at the gluttonous kwami, he spits out his toothpaste, wiping his mouth as he walks over to the supply of camembert. A sudden thought strikes him when he grabbed a piece of the stinky cheese and he turned to Plagg with wide, panicked eyes, “Plagg! What about Ladybug?!”

“What about her?” the small cat asked, his eyes completely focused on the cheese that was still in Adrien’s grip.

“How can I be in love with both Marinette and Ladybug?! Neither of them deserves that,” he ran a hand through his hair anxiously.

“My lips are sealed unless you give me that cheese,” Plagg said hungrily.

Adrien rolled his eyes before tossing the piece at the small cat. He watched in disgust as the whole piece was devoured in one bite, “Ugh, Plagg you’re incorrigible.”

The kwami merely grinned mischievously before taking on a more serious look, “Well if we’re being honest kid, only one of them has ever shown any interest in you.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” his brow furrowed, “Thanks for the talk, Plagg,” Adrien murmured before making his way downstairs.

“You’re welcome,” he beamed before diving into the boy’s front pocket.

Trudging into his dining room with a loud yawn, Adrien practically collapsed on the chair by his freshly-made breakfast. For the first time, the early morning hour hit him and he was struck by a wave of exhaustion. Scarfing down the small breakfast in front of him he downed his orange juice in one gulp. Chewing on his avocado toast, the model contemplated exactly what he was going to say to Marinette.

As though sensing exactly when he had finished, Nathalie arrived into the dining room, “Are you finished with your meal?” she looked down at his empty plate with a quirked eyebrow. Adrien nodded at her, his lips quirking into a slight smirk before she handed him a slip of paper, “Good. Your driver is ready to take you to your photoshoot then,” the assistant turned and briskly walked out of the room as he followed along behind her, shooting one last, longing glance at his bedroom upstairs.

I could be in bed sleeping right now, he thought forlornly.

As he slid into one of the plush leather seats of the limo outside, Nathalie turned to him with an expectant look, “The shoot should only take about 30 minutes, so don’t worry about being late for class.”

“I understand,” Adrien nodded before muttering quietly, “Besides, father would never let me be late for school.”

“What was that Adrien?” her eyes narrowed at him suspiciously.

He merely smiled at her innocently, “Nothing. Just wondering what class will be like today.”

Nathalie nodded at him before turning to her notes, leaving him to contemplate his thoughts to himself. Turning to gaze out at the colorless world from his window, his thoughts drifted to Marinette and how he was going to apologize to her. Sighing, Adrien rested his chin on his hand, vainly hoping that there was a way to salvage their relationship.

And perhaps add something more to it, a small, nagging voice taunted him, causing a red flush to light up his cheeks. Stop that! You ruined any chance you had with Marinette and you know it, he berated himself.

Soon, his limo had pulled up to the park where his photoshoot was getting set up. Directly after he stepped out of the car, he was immediately rushed into hair and make-up. Once again, Adrien’s thoughts drifted over to a certain designer and he wished that she were here instead. The usual long, boring process of hair and make-up passed rather quickly as he imagined Marinette’s hands fixing his hair and applying his bronzer. Eventually, he was snapped out of his daydreams as they finished up and hurried him outside.

Vincent stood there with a large grin as he neared the fountain, “Adrien! You look fantastico! It is amazing to see you once again.”

The model chuckled at the eccentric photographer, “You as well, Vincent. It’s been a while since I’ve had a photoshoot.”

“I hope you haven’t forgotten everything, then,” he winked at the boy in front of him before toying with his camera, “Now I’m going to need looks of passion and awe from you, think you can do that?”

Adrien bit his lip, a small, shy smile spreading across his face as he nodded at the photographer, “Yeah, I think I can.”

I don’t think it’ll be too hard to look like that when I can barely stop myself from thinking of Marinette.

Leaning back, Adrien imagined just what it would feel like to be the designer’s boyfriend. A feeling of intense longing welled up from within him as he wondered what it would have been like had he accepted her feelings from the beginning. His fingers tightened around nothing as he envisioned holding Marinette’s hand and pulling her in for a sweet kiss. A small sigh left his lips as he imagined the colors they could have shared together.

As expected, the photographer gasped as he began snapping shot after shot, “Perfetto! Magnifico!”

It was easy coming up with the looks that Vincent continuously shouted at him as he daydreamed about the adorable designer. In fact, it was almost too easy picturing Marinette as his girlfriend. With shocking clarity, Adrien realized that this was not the first time he had done this. He had thought about her multiple times during photoshoots, especially when she was right across from him when he invited her to come watch after the battle with Troublemaker. His eyes strayed over to her usual position longingly and, for a second, it almost seemed as though she were there, smiling cheerfully over at him. The model’s fists clenched together tightly with anger and bitterness. Had I just realized sooner none of this would have happened, he thought to himself furiously.

“No! No!” Vincent’s voice broke through Adrien’s sullen musings, “That is the expression of a boy who has just received a bowl of limp noodles! I want to see a look a bowl full of spaghetti inspires!”

“Sorry,” he murmured sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “It won’t happen again,” Adrien assured before shaking off the angry thoughts.

The rest of the photoshoot passed rather quickly with Vincent shouting out small words of encouragement and inspiration for poses. When the thirty minutes were up, Nathalie quickly hurried him into the limo, “You did very well today, Adrien. Vincent tells me that this was some of your best work,” she said as she looked through her notes.

The boy blinked at her in surprise for a moment, “Really? Wow, I’m glad.”

“Just make certain that you do just as well in the photoshoot after school today,” she shot him a pointed glance before turning back to their notes.

Adrien gulped quietly, nodding at her before turning to face the window. His stomach tightened into knots as they slowly neared the school. Running over exactly what he had planned to say to the girl that had taken over his thoughts for most of the day, he placed his hand over the door handle. When they slowed to a stop in front of the entrance, he quickly bolted out of the car, eagerly running straight to class. Adrien’s eyes immediately shot straight to Marinette’s seat and his heart sank in disappointment when he realized it was empty.

Damn, I was really hoping to talk to her before class today, he thought to himself, his lips pursing in slight annoyance as he slid into his seat.

As the minutes ticked ever nearer, and more and more students entered the classroom, Adrien’s stomach continued to tighten anxiously. When his best friend, Nino, arrived he attempted to make light conversation with him, yet his eyes were continuously drawn to the door whenever it opened.

“You waiting for someone, dude?” Nino quirked an eyebrow at him after his eyes strayed for the fifth time.

A light flush brushed across his cheeks as he realized he was caught. With an awkward chuckle, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Yeah. I ran out on Marinette during our project last night and I wanted to apologize.”

“Because of your dad?” the DJ gave him an understanding nod, clapping a hand to his shoulder sympathetically.

“Yeah,” Adrien winced slightly, a guilty feeling gnawing at his insides.

Nino merely smiled widely, squeezing his shoulder, “Ah, well you know Marinette! If she’s two minutes late, she’s five minutes early, and besides, it is Marinette we’re talking about! You’re probably already forgiven, dude!”

“I guess,” he mumbled, glanced down at his notebook awkwardly. The sound of the bell jolted him out of his dreary thoughts and he quickly focused on Mlle. Bustiers’ lesson.

Rather soon afterwards, Marinette stumbled her way into the classroom, apologizing profusely before rushing over to her seat. Adrien watched her sit down with an adoring smile on his face. His previous feelings of anxiousness completely disappeared into a wave of butterflies from her presence alone.

After Mlle. Bustier turned around once again to continue their lesson, he felt a small tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with Marinette’s beaming, adorable face as she smiled down at him, “I was hoping you’d be in class today because I made you this,” she whispered, pulling out a bag and handing it over to him, “Are you feeling better after yesterday?”

Adrien nodded dumbly at her for a moment before he snapped out of his stupor, taking the bag from her with a purposeful brush of their fingers. He reached inside and grabbed a perfect-looking croissant out, “Thank you, Marinette,” he murmured breathily back.

“It’s no problem at all!” her grin grew wider, “I just hope that it’s still warm! I rushed over here as fast as I could,” she nibbled lightly on her lip.

“I’m certain that it’s perfect, Marinette,” he whispered back at her, quickly turning around before they could get caught. Adrien immediately bit into his croissant, letting the savory flavor explode on his tongue. The warmth from the pastry mixed perfectly well with the light layer of butter and he practically devoured the treat. He gave Marinette a quick thumbs-up and a beaming grin before facing Mlle. Bustier once again.

For the first time in his life, the model realized that sitting in front of Marinette was the worst thing ever. He practically ached with the need to turn around and stare at the girl as she worked. Luckily, Adrien managed to sneak a few peeks at the girl behind him and watch her tongue stick out in utter concentration as she took notes. However, these looks did not go unnoticed by Alya who raised her eyebrows at him smugly. The model merely gave her a shaky smile, shrugging with a faint blush spreading across his cheeks before turning back to his notes.

When the bell finally rang at the end of his last class, Adrien packed his things eagerly, hoping to meet Marinette outside and exchange a few words with her before going to his photoshoot.

And maybe have a chance to discuss the current status of your relationship, a sly voice snickered from inside him.

Brushing the voice off, Adrien quickly hurried outside, scanning the grounds for Marinette. Though he was unable to find her, his limo was already nearing the school’s entrance. Huffing out a breath of air angrily, he waved goodbye to Nino and trudged over to the car. With a tired smile at the Gorilla, he slid into his seat with a quiet sigh. Adrien’s eyes glanced over at the empty seat next to him, wishing futilely that Marinette was here and that they were going to her house to study instead of the park for another shoot.

Instead of Marinette, however, Nathalie slid into the empty seat, giving him a polite nod, “Good afternoon, Adrien.”

“Good afternoon, Nathalie,” he gave her a tired smile in response.

“I trust you already know that you have a photoshoot in twenty minutes?”

The model nodded, “Yes, Nathalie. Thank you for reminding me, though.”

“You’re welcome, Adrien,” she said curtly, “It shouldn’t take long if you do as well tonight as you did this morning.”

“Let’s hope so,” Adrien murmured, leaning his head back against the headrest as his eyes fluttered closed. It didn’t take long before they arrived, and his peace was interrupted as he was whisked into hair and make-up. Only light touches needed to be reapplied to his face and hair before he was placed back in front of the camera.

What a great day today was, he thought to himself bitterly, I barely got to talk to Marinette and these photoshoots are just the worst.

Placing his usual, model smile on his face he tried to get through the photoshoot as quickly as he could. When they were nearly wrapping up, his eyes were drawn to a lone figure on a bench nearby who was staring up at the sky. It took a few seconds before he realized that it was Marinette and his eyes lit up in excitement, “Uh, Vincent, would you um, mind if we stopped early?”

“Hmm, give me just a few more pictures in a new pose and I bet I will have enough to wrap up here,” he beamed at him, “But make them count, Monsieur Agreste.”

Adrien nodded eagerly, puffing out his chest with a confident smile as he continually glanced over at the bench to check on Marinette, vainly hoping that she might spot them. Within a few more pictures, Vincent let out a happy cry and let Adrien go.

With a thankful smile at his photographer, he slowly walked over to the girl who was clearly sketching a new design. Gulping nervously to himself, he tapped on her shoulder watching her look up at him startled, “You making a new outfit?” the model grinned down at her.

“Oh, Adrien! I didn’t know you were here!” Marinette looked him up and down which caused his face to turn a deep red. He practically squealed in his head, feeling his heart beat faster as her gaze returned to his face with a curious smile, “You look different. You had a photoshoot after school today, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” Adrien sat next to her, letting his foot rest against her own, as he preened slightly for her, “What do you think?”

Marinette giggled, shaking her head at him with a roll of her eyes, “You look great, Adrien. Though I suspect you already know this.”

“Yeah but your opinion is the only one that matters to me,” he poked her side teasingly.

Her mouth dropped open into a cute expression of surprise before her brow furrowed and she gave him a strange look, “Really?”

“Y-yeah because you’re a fashion designer and everything,” Adrien chuckled at her nervously, scratching the back of his neck. And because I want to look good for you, he added to himself silently.

“Mhm,” Marinette hummed before returning to her sketch.

He leaned closer to look at the design, breathing in a deep breath full of cinnamon and cookies, “So, like I was saying before, what are you working on?”

Her lips slowly spread into a wide smile and damn if he didn’t want to kiss that look right off her face. Marinette’s eyes shot up to the sky for a moment before returning to his gaze, “I got really inspired by the sky yesterday so I was making a new dress. Do you wanna see?”

“Of course!” Adrien used the excuse to shuffle closer, letting his arm bump against her own, feeling a trail of warmth run along his arm with the movement. He gazed down at the pretty, poofy dress and imagined how beautiful she would look in it, “Wow, Marinette, that looks amazing!” he breathed out.

“You really think so?” she bit her lip shyly as she glanced at him from beneath her lashes.

He nodded quickly to assure her, “Oh definitely! You know I think your designs are just the greatest!” Adrien took a deep gulp of air before continuing, “And I think you would look amaz-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off by a throat clearing in front of them. He looked up to see Nathalie glaring down at the two of them, tapping her heels in the ground impatiently, “I heard from Vincent that you left the photoshoot early. Is that true, Adrien?”

His brow furrowed as he leaned away from Marinette, “Well yes but-”

“Your father is going to be extremely disappointed to hear this, Adrien. You know that if you finish early you’re to head straight home,” her angry glare chilled him and he shrank back from her slightly.

Before he could open his mouth to explain, Marinette stood up with a remorseful smile, “I’m so sorry, Mlle. Sancouer. This is all my fault,” she paused to take in a deep breath of air, “You see after Adrien went home early from our group project, I asked him if he would be able to get out of one of his photoshoots early and come meet with me. I had a few more questions to ask him and I honestly didn’t realize it would be so important, considering he had two shoots today.”

“Is this true, Adrien?” Nathalie turned to look at him as he stared up at Marinette in awe.

“Hmm?” his head snapped to hers at the sound of his name before he stood up, nodding sadly, “Yeah, I’m really sorry Nathalie. I honestly didn’t realize it was going to take up so much time.”

She gave them a brisk nod, “Then that is acceptable. However, next time tell me so that this does not happen in the future. Finish discussing the state of your project soon and then come to the limo so that we can head home,” with that, she turned and strode away from the two teens.

“I can’t thank you enough, Marinette,” Adrien reached out for her hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

“Don’t mention it, Adrien,” she smiled at him, “I just didn’t want to see you get in trouble over nothing.”

She’s absolutely amazing, he thought to himself with awe, How come I never noticed that before?!

“Still, thank you so much, Marinette. You have no idea how much trouble you’ve just saved me from. Where did you learn how to do that?”

She giggled sweetly before nodding over his shoulder, “Let's just say I've gotten good at coming up with excuses recently. Now, you had better go before you get in trouble again. I don’t know how many excuses Nathalie will accept before you really do get in trouble.”

Giving her hand one last squeeze, Adrien let go of her reluctantly. Staring down into her beautiful, sparkling eyes he made the quick decision to lean down and peck her cheek, “See you tomorrow, Marinette,” he whispered in her ear before swiftly dashing off towards the car.

He sighed dreamily after sitting down in one of the comfy seats, causing Nathalie to look at him curiously, “Did you finish answering all of her questions regarding the assignment?”

“Yeah, yeah I did,” Adrien nodded dumbly, still staring off into space as he envisioned himself stealing Marinette’s lips in a kiss instead of just her cheek. Continuing down that line of thought he barely even realized that they had arrived home until Nathalie shut the car door loudly. Snapping out of his daydreams, he practically floated his way up to his bedroom before falling onto his bed with a loud sigh.

“Feeling any better, lover boy?” Plagg snickered down at him.

“Mhm,” he hummed happily, “Did you hear the way she stood up for me, Plagg? God, she’s perfect!”

His kwami merely rolled his eyes at him, “Are you going to be like this all the time now, Adrien? I don’t know how much of this I’ll be able to handle.”

“Just wait until we get married and have three kids and a little pet hamster,” Adrien sighed loudly, “I’ll be absolutely insufferable by then.”

“Yuck, all this talk about love is making me sick. Got any cheese to make up for it?” Plagg asked hopefully. The model nodded his head before getting up and tossing the black cat a piece from his stash. The kwami’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as he ate the slice of camembert, “Huh, that was easy. Usually, you put up more of a fight before giving me my cheese.”

Ignoring the kwami, Adrien shook his head, “I have to confess, Plagg. I don’t know how much longer I can stand not being with her. Especially with how amazing and beautiful she is.”

The small, black cat chuckled, “I can’t wait to see how that’ll go seeing how you rejected her about a week ago.”

His eyes took on a mischievous twinkle as he smiled at Plagg, “Adrien rejected her, Plagg. I know someone else who didn't. Someone she’s also confessed too,” he shook the hand containing his ring in front of his kwami’s face with a smug smile.

“No, no, no!” the small cat begged, “Let’s not be hasty here kid and just wai-”

“Plagg claws out!” Adrien interrupted the kwami’s pleadings as he felt the energy rush through his bones.

With an excited bounce to his step, Chat Noir immediately leapt out the window. Taking off into the night, he felt the wind ruffle his hair as he scanned the ground for what he needed. It didn’t take long before he spotted it, and he quickly and neatly landed next to the rose bush. The superhero searched the bush for the perfect flower before he finally found it, plucking the delicate rose from where it was hidden within the leaves. Carefully slicing the thorns with his claws he tucked the flower behind his belt before he took off for Marinette’s house.

Rehearsing exactly what he was going to say to her in his confession, Chat prayed that he wouldn’t freeze up in her presence and forget everything. Butterflies fluttered happily within his stomach as he neared her balcony and he took in a huge gulp of breath. Landing right next to the trapdoor, he reached out to knock on the hatch before pausing, “You can do this, Chat,” he whispered to himself nervously as he began pacing, “It’s just Marinette. You know her and it’s never been hard to talk to her before.”

With those last encouraging words, he ran a hand through his hair anxiously before leaning down and quickly knocking on the small trapdoor. Chat’s hand went behind his back to reassure himself that the rose was still there. As he heard movement from down below, he clutched the flower in his grasp tighter.

Within a few moments, Marinette’s bright face grinned up at him in a wonderful beam, “Chaton!” she jumped up and tackled him into a giant embrace.

He stumbled back from the force of her hug and almost lost his grip on the rose. Holding onto the flower tightly with one hand he used the other to snuggle deeper into the girl’s embrace. Her warmth sent delicate shivers up his spine, lighting his body on fire before he leaned back to look down at her.

“I have news!” they both blurted out at the same time.

Giggling, Marinette gestures at him, “You go first. What do you need to tell me?”

Taking a deep breath, Chat holds onto the rose tighter, “Well,” he drags out before he’s cut off by the designer.

“Did you know that the sky is blue?” she practically squeals, biting her lower lip with barely contained excitement.

“W-what?” he breathed out, his grip loosening around the rose.

“Luka asked me out yesterday!” she practically shouts, bouncing with joy.

His mouth drops and his heart tumbles along after it, “O-oh and is he your...?” he trailed off, unable to finish the question.

“He’s my soulmate!” Marinette shouts, “I can see blue!” she sings, capturing him in another tight hug.

A long rush of air escapes Chat’s lungs and he can barely manage to stand as his legs buckle uselessly. His grip on the rose is completely lost and it falls off the balcony’s edge, tumbling down to the street below. He forces himself to bring his arms up to hug Marinette back as she continues to squeal about colors.

“It’s just absolutely insane being able to see color!! Blue’s just so beautiful! Did you know that both my hair and eyes are blue?!”

“I-I’m so happy for you Marinette,” he manages to choke out, trying to stop the rush of tears that are threatening to fall.

She pulls back out of his embrace and Chat attempts to rearrange his face back into a smile, though he’s certain it comes off as more of a grimace. Marinette blinks at him for a moment before grinning softly, “Anyway, enough about me. What about you?! What was your news?”

“Oh n-nothing,” he stutters slightly, backing away from her slowly, “I just wanted to see how you were doing. It looks like you’re doing well, and um, I just remembered that... I need to go now... I have something I need to do. I’m really sorry.”

Her brow furrows as her head tilts to the side in confusion, “O-oh, okay. Are you sure?”

“Yep,” Chat choked out before turning to go.

“Wait, Chaton,” her hand shot out to grip his wrist, turning him back around to face her, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” he barely manages to give her a wobbly smile.

Her grip loosens yet her frown deepens, “Alright. I’ll see you soon though, right?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” the superhero nods and Marinette lets go completely, allowing him to jump off her balcony and run straight back home.

“That was weird,” she mumbled to herself, watching him go until he’s entirely out of sight. Shivering slightly, the designer turns and heads back to the warmth of her bedroom.

As he runs from rooftop to rooftop, Chat is unable to stop the tears that leak from his eyes and drop onto the tiles. His vision blurs and he works on muscle memory alone to get home, his mind empty and his emotions numb until he finally bursts through his window. Releasing his transformation, Adrien collapses onto his bed with a quiet sob. He buries his face within a pillow and lets the bitter tears stain the soft surface.

“Kid?” his kwami’s voice pipes up from above him, “You alright?”

“No, no I’m not Plagg,” his head whips up as he looks at the small, black cat, “I ruined my chances with both Marinette and Ladybug. I can’t believe I even thought I still had a shot with her. Especially when I knew that both Marinette and Luka liked each other. Th-this is all my fault,” he sniffled.

“No, it’s not Adrien,” Plagg shakes his head at him before hugging the boy’s shoulder, “It’s no one’s fault.”

“You don’t understand. I could have had Marinette a week ago and I let her go. I let her run straight into Luka’s arms,” another choked sob wracked through Adrien’s body before he clenched his eyes shut tight.

His kwami snuggled further into his arm, “Want me to go cataclysm him?

A bitter laugh escaped him before he could stop it, “No, Plagg. Luka’s my friend and I don’t want to see him or Marinette get hurt.”

“You sure? I can make it so he just loses a rib or two,” the small cat snickered, leaning back, “A few broken bones won’t hurt, I promise.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” Adrien says with a chuckle before hugging his kwami tightly, “Thank you, Plagg, you always know how to cheer me up.”

“Someone’s gotta keep you from getting akumatized,” Plagg squirmed out of his embrace before flopping to the bed uselessly, “Besides I also need cheese and you’re my only supplier.”

Adrien merely rolls his eyes, getting up with one last sniffle before going over to his kwami’s stash and handing him two pieces of the delicious substance. He heard Plagg scarf down the camembert quickly as he dragged himself to the bathroom to change into his pajamas. Quickly changing into the warm, comfy material he dove back into the bed where he struggled to fall asleep.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fic #marichat #adrienette #ladynoir #ladrien

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ssj4 · 6 years ago

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Sorry to bother you, but I keep seeing posts about a future Goten AU and I keep getting really curious! However, when I try to find links to anything about it I end up at some abandoned URLs.

SECOND TIME TRYING TO ANSWER THIS CAUSE MY IDIOT ASS FORGOT I HAD ONE TYPED OUT AND CLOSED EVERYTHING :)

some disclaimers im getting most of this from an old draft i had written about the au, i havent watched the specific scenes in dbz and dbs that these are based on in well over 2+ years so i dont remember the timeline of events that well so im sorry if some of it just straight up doesnt make sense lol

this whole thing did start out as an excuse to replace the romantic scenes with mai in dbs with goten actually so the truten themes are pretty significant but that aside future goten is a very good boy with a much different personality and outlook on things… much like how future trunks is compared to his main timeline counterpart :3c the whole thing was developed by me and my gf together and we never rly posted too much about it and the broken links you did end up finding were probably from like the one or two times we did but here u go im glad u asked

I HOPE THE READ MORE LINK WORKS ON MOBILE IF NOT IM SORRY

the big change is it starts out with chi chi getting pregnant before goku dies of heart disease or whatever in the android saga instead of the cell saga, so even after he dies in that timeline she still has their 2nd son and he grows up in the future timeline with trunks.

when they were kids (like 10-15) goten was stronger than trunks just bc gohan and chi chi were there to teach him just a little bit. trunks and goten sparred a lot though so he was able to keep up but never really passed him. (that part isnt really important but i figured it was a nice detail that made sense)

thats when history of trunks comes into play, and they both get really serious about gohan training them. the scene in the movie where gohan knocks trunks out before flying off and getting killed is the same except now he just knocks out 2 kids instead of 1 i guess.

i feel i gotta add that this au was created when the future trunks arc in dbs was airing, and mai was introduced as his love interest, and honestly in my opinion the scenes were written really well but i just wasnt digging the fact that before she was granted a younger appearance she was already middle aged, like she was old enough to be his mom if that makes sense. so it really isnt a dig on mai at all cause i love her and id die for her its just the romantic plot that i didnt like. so when that was airing i thought “WELL what if that was someone else”

she’s still with them though in this timeline and she still has her younger appearance!

the future timeline is still progressing the same as it did in canon, the androids still wrecked the place and no one was strong enough to do much about it so trunks is still set up with a time machine to meet with the other timeline. goten stays back and does his best to protect everyone while hes gone just in case

some stuff happens in between here but skip ahead to trunks coming back from the trip after the cell games i guess! lots of stuff happened obviously like trunks literally dying, spending years in the time chamber with his dad, meeting a whole gaggle of clowns that he’d only heard stories about, seeing gohan as a preteen. hes got a lot of stuff to share!!! now hes back and he can take care of the androids + cell + and goten can catch up and lifes pretty good over there! 😇

during the rebuilding period goten would spend a lot of time with chi-chi and ox-king and still slept over there occasionally which she really appreciated, and he invited trunks and bulma over there with him frequently.

despite this he wasnt present when she died as no one really expected goku black to wipe out the landscape so far from the city, but she and ox-king died along with more than half of the population. (ugh god im so sorry queen i love you😓)

as i said before mai is still here and she’s still the leader of the resistance!

events of future bulmas death is the same as well as mai originally intending to go with trunks when they meet up together in an abandoned building. goten is already there as the three of them rest up a bit and start making their way to capsule corp. goten was planning on staying behind anyways but he wanted to see the two of them off. when goku black interrupts them as they arrive, trunks and goten encourage mai to escape, seeing as she only has a gun and everyone already knows bullets arent gonna work.

this scene is the same as it was in canon, where trunks tries to rush black but gets beaten quickly. mai trying to buy him time to let him escape is replaced with goten actually fighting him and taking a hit for trunks but getting knocked out as mai did. trunks under extreme stress from already losing his mom today assumes hes dead instantly, (he has dumb bitch disease, he didnt even check for a pulse in canon!🤔) and fires a masenko to escape into capsule on his own

after trunks pops back in time and black is focused on searching for him, mai sneaks back in to retrieve goten (even though they told her to leave she really just ducked behind some rubble and stayed close, because she wasnt just gonna leave them!)

she takes him back to an underground bunker with other members of earths resistance and when he wakes up she tells him that trunks made it to the time machine and that hes presumably in the other timeline now.

idk if yall remember it well but i rewatched some of the episodes just for this, and trunks in the main timeline believing goten was killed and mai is alone and he wont be able to get back is so sad. and when he spent that day with gohan and his family and cried thinking about how if black hadn’t have shown up, he couldve had a family too… he doesnt deserve to be this sad 😥

skip to when he’s finally able to get back home with goku and vegeta with him and they make their way to the bunker where he sees mai and goten together! the scene in canon where he rushes over and starts spilling his heart out is the same, with him telling goten he thought he died

they get a really sweet hug moment here when theyre both happy to see the other is still safe and it gives both goku and vegeta some Food For Thought, because goku actually didnt know there was a goten in this timeline, and he doesnt really recognize him at first. vegeta has the idea in his head that this is probably goten.

goten never really had any sort of real attachment to his dad. it makes sense hes never met him, hes only ever really heard about him through others, (his mom, his brother, trunks, and probably bulma has mentioned him as well) so he definitely knows OF him its just that, he doesnt know him. so when he sees the real goku standing there for once a lot of thoughts run though his mind, like, “that looks A LOT like goku black!” “thats definitely my old hairstyle” and “holy shit is that my dad?” but the first thing he actually says out loud is “Holy shit its goku orange” and vegeta really almost loses it because cause any doubt in his mind about this kid being related to kakarot just went right out the window cause only someone related to him would say that

and as you probably know a lot happens after that with them all finding a way to defeat zamasu but i dont want to include all of the rest when you can probably just interpret which scenes were changed

ANYWAYS now instead of trunks surviving the apocalypse its trunks and goten surviving the apocalypse. thats why its not a really super romantic deal like Who has time for dates when goku black Might possibly be hiding in this abandoned olive garden?? so theyre just very close and privately affectionate

the ending where trunks and mai get to live in a new world with their counterparts is the same except gotens there with them of course, dbs left their ending pretty open

so that takes care of the story changes, heres some additional details and information on gotens character in this au!

heres his design, drawn by my girlfriend @ssj2 uwu !!

he kept his natural hairstyle for a while, but i think he changed it sometime during the rebuilding period after the androids and just let it grow out a bunch. up until then he kept his natural style purely to honor the guy he’s heard so fondly of even if it brought him a lot of mixed feelings when people said he looks just like him. a really distinct feature about his new hairstyle is that the spikes look like horns and i love that a lot !!

and the shawl he wears was the same one chi chi wore

some personality traits for future goten is that he has a habit of bottling up his negative emotions and has trouble taking care of himself, as hes always more focused on the well being of his loved ones. he can be mischievous and cocky but hes not overconfident (or he hasnt been since gohans death) however in some situations he can be charismatic and assertive which works really well imowhen their timeline is erased and theyre temporarily in the main timeline, goten gets to meet a bunch of people like gohan and his family, chi chi, and even his counterpart

sorry if this post was messy i wasnt really sure how i wanted to make it look and im kinda bad at dumping information out so if any of its confusing just redirect me to it and ill try again gdjfksjdgsfk 😭❤

hmmm anyways thank u for reading!! its an au we made years ago and we love a lot and i hope u do too! be nice pls!! and send asks about it if you’d like cause its fun to think about!

#future goten au #goten #trunks #truten #i GUESS. im shy #long post #made an edit cause i rewatched the android saga a few days ago and i forgot trunks fucking died lol #tumblr stop deleting my tags challenge

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riceiyu · 6 years ago

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Whats ur fave bands name. What kinda music do they do. Whos ur fave member. How many albums do they have. One of ur fave songs. Have you seen them live, do you want to.

Ahhhh thanks so much for asking! This ask is definetly gonna get long lol.

I can’t pick just one band so i’m gonna answer these for the ones i switch between constantly! I also can’t pick one song im so sorry hsfjkdhkjfhds

I will however answer that last question first. I have only been to one concert in my life and that was back when I was a christian and my fave band was The NewsBoys. My great uncle got me and him backstage passes since they were his faves too (although this was after Peter Furler left *cri*). I DO want to see all of these bands in concert though! if I had been able to get a couple hundred bucks together before February I would have seen ONE OK ROCK in minnesota but they were sold out by the time I had money. ofc with my allergies and the fact my #1 anxiety trigger is loud noises, concerts seem impossible, but someday I hope to go to one again.

NOW ONTO THE BANDS!

Frederic!

Jpop/rock??? that has a whole bunch of repetition and cool stimmy rhythms! I think I read somewhere where Kenji Mihara said his goal was to showcase the unique rhythm of the Japanese language, which I think they’re doing wonderfully!

My favorite member is Koji Mihara! He’s Kenji (the lead singer/guitarist)’s twin brother! Koji plays bass guitar and background vocals. Sometimes he does lead vocals and those songs are always my favorite, his voice is very unique! He and his brother dont really look alike despite being twins. I suppose that has a lot to do with Koji’s facial hair.

I think they have 5 albums? Frederhythm2 just came out a few months ago (insert Peggle 2 gif here). Some of the songs are really good but I think I prefer Oddloop and Ototune! although This was the first album I got to see the marketting of, and seeing Koji’s cool as hell graphic designs and animation for each of the songs was super neat!

One of my absolute faves is Moe Kaeru Kisen (which I just posted) it’s one where Koji leads!!! another one I adore, which has Kenji as the lead, is Machigaisagashi No Kuni. The weird laugh in the chorus is very good and stimmy don’t @ me

THE ORAL CIGARETTES (this post is no longer searchable bc I typed oral lmao. people have to tag it without spaces or it doesn’t show up in tags)

Jrock music that is??? Heavy in guitar I guess. A lot of the songs are darker and have some uhhh depressive lyrics (my fave song is probably about suicide hhhhh). not all of them are depressive though! There’s one that was used for?? that… one anime… with the blue haired god. Noragami???? maybe? idk the song is Kyouran HEY KIDS!! and its a BOP

Takuya Yamanaka! He’s the lead singer and he plays guitar and I’ve seen pics on insta of live shows where he plays a tamborine rather than guitar (which is so valid like. I can’t imagine rapping Katannakoto while playing guitar and one of their latest songs has him only playing tamborine) I used his hair as inspiration when I lopped mine off. I’ve also drawn him a few times, one very recently too. He’s the one (1) person I draw realistically anymore lmao/ ANYWAY his voice is very good

They have 4 albums! The lates one, Kisses and Kills, came out in August but wasn’t available on Spotify until this month so I’ve been listening to that obsessively. I like most of their albums equally so I can’t say I have a fave!

Kattannakoto! it’s the song that’s vaguely about suicide…. I also ADORE ( i was gonna say LOVE but thats a name of a song and could be confusing LMAO) WARWARWAR soooo much along with uh…Man and Daimaou Sanjyo…. all these songs are good

ONE OK ROCK

Basic Rock but despite being a Japanese band, they rarely write Japanese songs anymore. Seeing the transition from all Japanese to all english is very interesting, and Taka has gotten very good at English! It’s cool hearing the change! Side note, but sometimes their songs have screaming and its :( usually its just a little and I can ignore it but theres a couple songs thats entirely Taka screaming and they make me panic LOL

I am. Less invested in the band members here. I rly like Takahiro Moriuchi (Taka, vocalist) bc his face reminds me of an OC of mine lmao. Fen’s hairstyles have both been based off of him lol

8! their last one was Eye Of The Storm and all the songs are very good! I had drifted away from them prior to hearing unforgettable (I had some of the lyrics as my title for awhile, part of “Sacrifice but it’s worth the price for a moment that lives on, Bury me in a melody to remember when I’m gone”)

kimishidai ressha is… so good…. it’s just a bop boys! ALSO American Girls! when I sing it it becomes gay so.... yeah.

I’m learning Wherever You are on my guitar too :D I love this band A LOT like so many of their songs are uplifting and inspiring! like Stand Out Fit In, Push Back, We Are, Giants, and a dozen other’s are just inspiring songs about rebelling and making the world better for future generations. These songs resonate A Lot with me considering the current political climate haha.....

OH ALSO BOMBS AWAY IS GOOD im sorry this band is incredible

good goodbye is good too im sorry im listening to them and good songs keep coming up hhhhh

They’ve also collabed with some popular english artists dsjfldj like. 5 seconds of Summer, Avril Lavigne, and they toured with Ed Sheeran for awhile there... WILD

KENSHI YONEZU / hachi

not. Technically a band but his music is Funky and Weird and I love how eerie some of it is. naturally Kenshi is my fave lmfao

he has 5 albums I think? Diorama is my fave with BOOTLEG a close second

Flamingo, Loser, Lemon, Shunra are good less creepy ones. My fave eerie boy is probably Black Sheep.... Cranberry and Pancake is a bop too. MAD HEAD LOVE is AMAZING but it’s not on Spotify so I never listen to it. It’s like the perfect mix of eerie and normie lmao... dont talk to me about Peace Sign, it’s only so high on his top songs list because fo BNHA and really it’s not that good....

I have less commentary on him bc his songs are just funky little creepy boys. He’s an artist too though so I HIGHLY suggest looking at some of his drawn MV ( especially since his live action ones just feature him moving unnaturally for 4 minutes... )

Honorable mention bands: BRADIO, Sukima Switch*, Eve, SID, Hello Sleepwalkers

* I don’t listen to them anymore since I over listened to them during my worst depressive episode so many of their songs make me cry. I’m trying to ease back into them again since their music is SO GOOD. Golden Time Lover is the # 1 that I CAN listen to, but only barely and it does make me sad lmao. It’s and FMAB opening so you KNOW it’s good

#Anon-nonA #Rice Answers #music #rice rambles #long post #yeehaw i cant conrtrol the ramble when it comes to music.....#if you actually read this and end up listening to any of these bands id die for you #frederic and TOC are both under the same record label #and I think OOR was under that label for awhile too...

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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Here I Go Again! (Group Fic) - Epilogue - pureCAMP

A/N - important notice!! there is some smutty smutty smut smut in this, but i didnt write it!! plz send ur love to citrus aka @pianowired bc she wrote it and its absolutely excellent. plz enjoy! (and let me know if a part 2 is needed! <3)

Raja had seen a lot of action, in her time, both for her friends and for herself. She remembered her first was skinny and scrawny as most fifteen year olds are, and he hadn’t impressed her. He was too excited to actually be inside a girl, and barely lasted two minutes. Of course, she’d told her girls all about it, how it wasn’t really worth the hype, but still worth trying.

Then was her second, around her sixteenth birthday, and if she remembered correctly, Jinkx had gotten laid that night too. Her ginger friend had admitted that she could barely look the nameless girl in the eye when she awoke, but had enjoyed it nevertheless. In the meantime, they teased Sharon about her chastity, despite it not being her choice. The poor girl was convinced her religious mother had eyes everywhere, and she wasn’t too far from the truth. Whenever the three got up to no good, there always seemed to be someone to report back to Sharon’s mother and get her into trouble.

For the next two years, Raja lived her life as a hoe and was thoroughly enjoying it. Her experiences ranged from poor to… satisfactory, at best, and she detailed each one to her girls, occasionally expressing her sympathy for Sharon. It wasn’t from lack of interest or trying, bless her, but her mother’s insistence on wearing that damn cross around her neck every day tended to keep boys away. Which was, of course, what the religious old trout wanted it to do.

Both herself and Jinkx applauded Sharon when she dropped out of high school, all three of them knowing she’d fail regardless, and started to rebel a little more. Their music group was the perfect opportunity to do that - to dress up fashionably, ditch all religious memorabilia and dance away from her mother’s prying eyes. The island a little way off the mainland was their solace, and a great place to pick up boys.

Around the summer, things changed. Their performances began to bring in more customers to the little tavern, resulting in more ‘fans’ and more guys and girls for Raja and Jinkx to have fun with. One night, she remembered seeing a young guy in the crowd, around their age, watching the show. Normally, Raja would’ve jumped him as soon as the set was over, but his eyes were on Sharon, and Sharon’s eyes were on him, and if this was her friend’s chance to get laid before she turned eighteen, then she’d have to let it happen.

It was so much more than that in the end. Sharon, now glowing with this new life, detailed all of her experiences to them with her eyes shining. She didn’t retell the stories like Raja did, mentioning the rough movements and emotional detachment from the whole thing. It seemed as though she loved him. Of course, she told them all about going rough and hard and fast, but it always seemed to end with cuddling, with kisses, with romantic walks on the beach as the sun set around them.

So now all three of them were living the hoe life. It was fun, but it didn’t last.

After Justin left, Sharon became solitary. She was never around in the daytime like she normally would be, to laugh with Raja and Jinkx and listen to stories and just have fun. Raja shared with Jinkx and Jinkx shared with Raja, and they only saw her when they were performing and a few times in between. She seemed distant.

Looking back, Raja knew now that it was because her sly dog of a once religious virgin friend had in fact been sneaking off to have rebound flings with two other guys in order to cope with her heartbreak. Back then, they’d just assumed she wanted to be alone.

So, to cut a long story short, the last of their group to lose her virginity, and the first of the group to ever be in love with someone she’d had sex with, had fallen pregnant. For a good year after the news was revealed to them - through a skin-tight costume that wouldn’t zip up and a tummy that seemed just a little too round to be puppy fat - the hoe life died down. Raja didn’t feel like she could just run off to find a guy and fuck him when her best friend was miserable, heartbroken, hormonal and alone. Call her selfish, but she also didn’t want to be caught in the same predicament.

With one of her best friends then busy with a newborn, Raja got back out into the dating pool, so to speak. At twenty one, she met her first husband. He was okay-looking, really, tanned with black hair and piercing eyes. Her father paid for the wedding, and he paid for Raja’s surgeries to enhance her bust, and he didn’t fuck too badly, but his lips were larger and faker than her own, and it started to put her off a little. One and a half years later, she divorced him.

“You paying him back for those?” Sharon had joked, tickling her then-five-year-old Trixie with one hand as she gestured at Raja’s chest with the other.

“Oh, please.” Raja had responded. “He paid for these and they’re still not as big as yours.”

Husband number two was a little better, but not much. He owned an international cruise line, so combining Raja’s family wealth with his was pretty luxurious. For a couple of years, she hardly saw her friends, communicating mostly through letters from wherever the cruise ship took them. It was a time of expensive face creams that contained flakes of gold, designer shoes, and world tours to places she’d never even dreamed of seeing.

But he was boring. Rich, handsome, and oh-so-boring. His every word was a drag, he was a complete drip, and he had the personality of wet toilet paper. He had to go, and two years later he was gone.

“Gold flakes…” Jinkx had mocked. “And what else? Donkey testicles? Mashed up goats liver? None of my girlfriends have ever cared if I look a little strange.”

Raja had shrugged and laughed. “If I want to day drink all year round, it’s the price I have to pay.”

“God, I haven’t day drank in forever. I haven’t night drank in forever. I’m busy being an adult whilst you guys go off and single-handedly date the entire planet.”

Husband three had taken a while to propose, which was getting on Raja’s nerves, but other than that minor flaw he was perfect. Handsome, well-off, and just the right amount of emotionally involved. He wouldn’t cling, he wouldn’t ignore her, it was just as close to perfect as she could get. That was her happiest wedding day, even if her father had drawn the line and refused to pay for it.

It really seemed like this one would stand the tests of time and Raja’s ever-changing nature.

“So you’ve finally found the one?” Sharon had asked, flipping through Raja’s years of wedding photos. In each picture from each wedding, Raja had a different husband and Jinkx had a different lady-friend (she wasn’t very into commitment), but Sharon had the same plus one - her daughter. It was no secret that her days of dating and sex seemed to be over already. She never expressed the feeling, but Raja could tell that it hurt her a little.

“I hope so. You think your man is waiting for you somewhere?” Raja had replied.

Sharon laughed mirthlessly. “Yeah, he’s out there.” She’d said bitterly. “With someone else, telling her she’s his soulmate.”

It really did last. Eleven years they were married, and Raja was pretty content. But it seemed that all good things came to an end, whether she wanted them to or not.

Truthfully, it was her fault. He was kind and sweet and he wanted to be a father. Raja, having intimately witnessed a pregnancy, the birth and watched the child grow up, didn’t want to be a mother. Of course it was magical for Sharon, and she’d never bash her friend for her decision - not after so fiercely defending her to people, even all these years later. Besides, she knew it would be different for her than it had been for Sharon, considering she was thirty six, twice the age that Sharon had been, but she was still put off. She’d never wanted children anyway, and the whole process freaked her out. For others, she was supportive. For herself, she was an inch away from disgusted.

It was just one of those differences that tears people apart. Their arrangement was no longer working, not really.

The divorce was a painful one. As she sobbed into Sharon’s chest, Jinkx awkwardly rubbing her back, it seemed to hit her at once that her friend was something of a superhero. Now that she was experiencing heartbreak, she finally understood what Sharon had been through and how hard it must’ve been to carry on. Yet the way she so expertly comforted her showed just how incredible of a mother she’d been, and how she’d relaxed into the role and learned exactly what to do.

Last time Raja had checked, even though she swore she wasn’t going to, his new wife - blonde, pretty, the works - was six months pregnant. Fine, that was fine. He’d moved on. Raja moved on too.

Her tricks were getting younger, truth be told. In recent years, the younger men had become even more open about their admiration for older ladies, and whilst Raja was in no way old, she appreciated the attention. With a little bit of Botox, she was pretty much the young man’s dream.

Still, hooking up with one of Sharon’s hotel slaves, as she so affectionately had nicknamed them, felt a little strange. Karl had told her that he was twenty one, so at the very least he was older than Trixie.

Admittedly, he was one of the better ones. He wasn’t disgustingly hairy, like some men who tried to approach her, but he also wasn’t pre-pubescent and hairless. Clean shaven, the way she liked it. He was fairly muscular, Filipino, and had a strange streak of blonde in his dark hair. Whether that was a fashion of the youth or not, she didn’t care. Raja still tugged on it in bed with him after the hen party had been infiltrated by the stag do.

He was skilled enough that, the next morning when Raja crept away so that she didn’t have to sleep besides him any longer, she simply went to beach and lay out in the sun to relax. Her energy was somewhat spent and she needed the ache to subside before she got ready for the wedding.

“Hey, babe.”

Raja didn’t even bother opening her eyes. “Babe?”

Karl lay down next to her, getting sand on the beach towel. “You heard me. I called you babe.”

“Oh, lord.” Raja scoffed. “Babe indeed. I could be your mother, near enough. Speaking of, where is she? Does she know you’re out?”

Karl rolled his eyes. “You can’t ignore the chemistry between us, Raj. I know you feel it. I know you felt it last night.”

He smiled, blindingly white teeth flashing in her direction. Raja hadn’t seen teeth that white since she’d flown out to the clinic to pay for a whitening herself.

“You’re so cute,” She teased, watching how he tried and failed to compose himself. “I know what you want, sweetcheeks. But you’re playing with fire, and your fingers are gonna get burnt.”

Karl seemed unfazed. “What if I’d walk through fire for you? What if I’m fireproof?”

Raja laughed, surprised at his persistence. “I like your style, kid. Just make sure you let your mother know that you’re out, honey.”

In one smooth motion, Karl rolled over so he was positioned above Raja, kissing along the marked spots on her neck and collarbone. He might’ve been young, but he smelled like sea-salt and he tasted like honey and he sent waves of fire rolling through her body. In all honesty, he was the first to actually make Raja feel young again. Like any minute now she’d be caught, messing around in the sand with a guy she knew almost nothing about. It was thrilling, but she couldn’t exactly let him win.

“Nice try,” Raja breathed, flipping him over. “Take it easy, slow down. That’s no way to go, now is it?”

Pinned underneath her, Karl smiled wickedly. “I don’t suppose you wanna show me how it should be done, then?”

Raja considered it. She could teach him a few new tricks, that would be fun. Combining the young man’s stamina with the older woman’s expertise would definitely, definitely be fun. But on the other hand, they had all the time in the world. It wasn’t like Raja had a stuffy old husband to go home to anymore - she didn’t have anyone waiting for her. Right now, the only person who wanted her attention was Karl, and he seemed happy to wait.

Besides; she had a wedding to get ready for. She’d wasted enough precious time fooling around in the sand. If she was going to look suitable for this wedding, she needed to start getting ready early. Plus, Sharon would throw an absolute fit if she knew that Raja was distracting one of her hotel slaves.

“Meet me after the wedding reception.” Raja told him, extending a long, tan leg close to his face. “Maybe then I’ll dance with you.”

—

Night had fallen by the time Trixie was changed, packed, and down at the docks ready to leave. Sharon had been rushing around in a flurry to ensure her daughter had everything she’d need, and then some. Call her over-protective and paranoid, but her little girl was leaving home for the first time, going out into the world to find adventures and experiences. It would be nerve-wracking for any mother.

Around the four of them, a chilly sea breeze blew. The sky was inky, the sea like molten silver as the moonlight glittered off the surface. Everything was still and silent, besides the bobbing of the little boat that would be taking Trixie and Brian to the mainland. Stars twinkled high above.

“You sure you’ve got everything?” Sharon worried, shivering on the deck. She rubbed her arms to try and warm them, and only moments later, Justin’s suit jacket had been placed over her shoulders.

Trixie smiled, humouring her. “Yes, mom. I was sure the first time, long before you triple-checked it all.”

Brian and Justin shared a laugh, their matching grins widening as Sharon playfully shoved them both.

“Alright, alright. Sorry. It’s a mom thing, I guess. Worrying so much.”

Shaking his head, Brian smiled. “Sharon, I’ll take good care of her, not that she needs it.”

Justin chuckled. “I’m sure after being raised by you, she could take on anything.”

“You’re probably right.” Sharon grinned. “Well. Don’t let me keep you waiting.”

Her tone changed; quieter, a little more forlorn. It had been the most perfect day ever, and there was no denying that, but goodbyes were always difficult. Sharon’s last goodbye had been tinged with heartbreak, and this one just felt like letting go. She’d always known, really, that the tiny baby who was lulled to sleep by her heartbeat and the gentle rocking of the chair would one day have to leave home. She herself had done it, albeit under different circumstances. Even so, as a mom, she wanted to keep Trixie wrapped up in swaddling blankets forever.

Trixie threw her arms around her in a hug, squeezing tight the way she always did. Sharon blinked back her tears when she pulled away, offering a weak smile and leaning forwards to hug Brian, too. Her heart skipped a few beats when she noticed Trixie hugging Justin, planting a kiss on his cheek and whispering her goodbyes.

It was like they were a real family.

“Go, go on already!” Sharon half-joked, pushing the two lovers towards their boat and trying to ignore how choked up she felt. “God, you kids… Driving me crazy, I tell you. Go on, go and see the world.”

Justin kissed the top of Sharon’s head and began to help Trixie and Brian loading their bags onto the boat. Before long they were waving goodbye, growing smaller and smaller in the horizon. Sharon didn’t stop waving until they were a mere dot in the distance, not visible against the night sky nor with Sharon’s rapidly-blurring vision.

“Hey, hey… It’s okay. I’m here.” Justin’s voice was gentle, calming. He pulled Sharon against his chest, sparing her the embarrassment of crying in front of him, and soothingly rubbed her back.

“My daughter just left home.” Sharon sniffed, muffled against his shirt. “I feel like the definition of not okay.”

He leant down and kissed the tip of her nose, making her giggle. “I know. But she said she’ll write, and she’s so excited for this. She’s like how we used to be.”

Justin began to walk away from the docks, one hand in Sharon’s, heading towards the taverna. “Remember? Life was so exciting. The world was this brand new place and we’d get to discover it all.”

Sharon snorted in spite of herself. “Of course I do. But don’t you think we’re a little old for that now?”

“Old? You make us sound like pensioners.” Justin laughed. “Babe, we’re both thirty eight. Not even forty yet. That’s not old. Some people call it the prime years.”

He nudged his wife suggestively, to which she burst out laughing. “Uh huh, sure. You really think we’re better now than we were twenty years ago? I’m saggier, fatter, wrinklier… the list goes on.”

“You’re so stupid. I don’t see any of that.” Justin defended her, squeezing her hand. “You’re curvy, you’re beautiful… you still have those slutty lips that I love.”

Sharon gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, acting scandalized. “Slutty lips?! And you call yourself a gentleman?!”

Justin shrugged. “So you’re saying that when we fuck, it won’t be as good as it used to be? You’re not slutty anymore?”

“No! I’m not saying that!”

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know, it sounds like that’s what you’re saying.”

“It won’t be worse! It’ll be better!”

“Prove it.”

The challenging gleam in Justin’s eyes sent waves of heat rolling through Sharon’s body. Fuck, she’d missed him. The taunts, the teasing, the dirty talk and the mischievous behaviour. It was ridiculous that she could still feel like she was eighteen even now, just being in his presence. He hadn’t changed a bit, and he was making her run wild.

“We’re not going to make it to my house, are we?” Sharon asked, half-joking, half-sultry and narrow-eyed.

Justin’s face was a picture of bliss. “Mmm… I don’t think so. But hey, I see our cabin is still standing. Maybe we should re-acquaint ourselves.”

Sharon shook her head, laughing. “You… you’re the reason I’m so bad. Cabin it is, before I fucking explode.”

The two of them all but ran to the cabin, Justin’s arms flying to Sharon’s waist as she kicked the door closed. As soon as they were alone he kissed her, and it was everything and nothing like she remembered. It was the same passion, the same fire, but his soft lips were accompanied by scratchy stubble and his arms were stronger and more defined than they’d been twenty years ago.

“Bed,” Sharon demanded as she broke the kiss, pulling Justin across the cabin and into the small, doorless bedroom. The bed was decently sized, fitted with clean white sheets that told Justin that Sharon had been taking care of the cabin even after all this time. He kissed her again, laying her down on the bed and slotting a leg between her thighs as her tongue dipped into his mouth.

“Told you I love these slutty lips,” he mumbled against her mouth, hands pushing her skirt up her hips. Sharon chuckled, unbuttoning Justin’s shirt and shoving it off his shoulders before trailing a hand down his chest. He was softer than he’d been before, no longer skinny and gangly, and he shivered under her touch after twenty years of deprivation.

“You’ve certainly aged better than I have,” Sharon grinned as he tossed his hair in mock vanity.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe, you don’t look a day over twenty-five.”

Sharon scoffed. “Sure.”

“I mean it,” he insisted, moving the top of her dress down too so that the garment was bunched around her waist. “You’re gorgeous no matter how you look. Also, no bra? Really? It’s like you planned this.”

Sharon laughed and shrugged, her giggle turning into a low moan as Justin rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “You’ll be happy to know I decided against going commando while we sent our daughter and her boyfriend off to travel the world.”

Justin smiled, snapping the elastic of her underwear against her hip and grinning wider when she yelped in surprise. “You’re so beautiful.”

Sharon rolled her eyes, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Can you cut the crap and fuck me already?” she mumbled against his lips, pulling his hands down to rest on her thighs and placing her own hands on his hips. He laughed as she cupped his growing erection through his trousers, squeezing lightly and making him groan.

“So needy, always so needy,” he teased, shucking off his trousers while Sharon freed herself completely from her dress. She let out a low moan as his long, slender fingers teased her through the fabric of her panties, feeling her beginning to get wet from his touch. “Shh, patience, love. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Just like old times, eh?”

“I’d say a bit different. I’m not the skinny little slip of a thing I used to be.”

“Sharon Needles, can you stop putting yourself down for a moment and let me worship you the way you deserve? God, you’re still so stubborn.” Sharon nearly protested, but then Justin’s fingers were pushing her underwear aside and grazing over her folds, and she could only let out a soft moan. “That shut you up, huh?”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Sharon demanded, pushing his hand away and her panties down with it. Justin shot her one of those stupidly adorable grins of his as he slid out of his own underwear and kissed at her jaw and neck again. “Jesus, babe, age made you slow.”

“If you want to get fucked, you’ll stop complaining,” Justin growled softly, one hand squeezing lightly at the sides of her throat. Sharon felt another rush of heat pass through her body; she’d always been a sucker for Justin showing dominance, and it seemed as though nothing much had changed in the two decades they’d been apart. His hand moved to rest at the base of her throat, barely even touching her, and she raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve still got it,” she said appreciatively. “Thought you might.”

“Course I do,” Justin replied, sliding his hand down her body to spread her open and press a finger into her, making her whine. “You drive me crazy, Sharon.”

“More, Justin,” she complained, arching up into his touch as he added a second finger and his thumb found her sensitive bud. “Christ, fuck me. I’ve waited long enough.”

“We both have,” Justin agreed as he drew his fingers out of her and lined up with her entrance. “You sure you don’t wanna change positions?”

“It’s not gonna do my back any favors,” she answered. “Told you I wasn’t the kid I used to be.”

“Shush,” Justin bade her, running his thumb across her lower lip and gazing into her eyes with so much love she thought she might melt. She hadn’t seen him look at her like that in all their years apart, and if she was telling the truth, no one could ever fill the gap Justin had left in her life. But he was here now, his hands on her thighs, his lips on her lips, and oh, how Sharon had missed him. He was hot and hard against her, and when he pressed just past her entrance she sighed.

“More, baby,” she encouraged, pulling him down by the shoulders to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“You sure, love? It’s been a long time and I-”

“I’m sure,” Sharon promised, all but a whisper against his skin. He pushed a little further, and Sharon’s back arched to take him deeper into her warmth, kissing him deep and hard. She didn’t stop until his hips were flush against hers and he was buried inside her completely, and he panted against her neck as they both adjusted to the sensations wracking their bodies.

“You… oh, Sharon, you feel so good,” Justin groaned, gasping when she clenched around him with a smirk. When he rolled his hips, she whimpered loudly, kissing him desperately.

“I’ve been desperate to have your cock inside me for the last twenty years,” she mumbled roughly, “Memories are never as good as the real thing. I’ve never- fuck– I’ve never been this full.”

“No one else,” Justin promised as he withdrew a few inches before pushing back in, making Sharon gasp. “No one else can do it like you, babe. No one else can take it like you.”

“Please, baby,” she begged as he began to increase the pace and depth of his thrusts, his grip on her hips so tight she was sure there would be bruises later. “Fuck, J-Justin…” Justin was perfection, he always had been; he filled her so completely and took her apart effortlessly, making her feel like she was coming apart at the seams and melting into the mattress. She didn’t know his history after he’d left the island– there would be time for that later –but there was no doubt that he’d only grown more skilled with age. It was like he could see right through her and into the place where she kept her deepest desires; every single thrust was perfect, his steady rhythm sending waves of pleasure through her body unlike anything she’d experienced since their last time together. He knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and he kissed her with all the passion and sweetness of a first love that had never really faded.

Desire coursed through Sharon like a wildfire, igniting every nerve in her body and setting her alight with pleasure. She could tell Justin was nearing the edge from the way that his hips began to stutter slightly, but he was doing an astounding job of keeping his steady pace. Sharon pulled her legs to her chest, changing the angle and allowing him to move even deeper inside her, speeding up and fucking her harder and faster. The bed rocked against the wall of the cabin as Justin lost his controlled rhythm and gave into his body, letting Sharon pull him down for a kiss as his hips slammed against her soft thighs.

Sharon came first, a hoarse shout of ecstasy leaving her lips as every single thrust of Justin’s hips allowed him to ram against the spot deep inside her that made her see stars. Her nails raked down his back as she threw her head back and sobbed with the sheer pleasure of it all, drawing a hiss from Justin and resulting in him planting sloppy kisses all over her mouth like a teenager with poor aim. He finished with a rough cry of “Sharon,” and a final snap of his hips, coming deep and hard inside her and all but collapsing on her chest. The two of them lay like that for several moments, completely spent and trying to catch their breath, and Sharon’s lips lingered against Justin’s cheek, her fingers running over the angry red marks she’d created on his skin.

“I’m sorry about that,” she chuckled, “I guess you really do make me feel young again.” Justin let out a breathless laugh at that, carefully pulling out of her and moving to collapse on the bed beside her. She nestled herself into his arms, slotting her thigh between his legs.

“Just like old times, mm?”

“Just like the good old days,” Sharon agreed teasingly. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d be able to do better than we used to. I’m impressed.”

Justin smiled lazily, shifting slightly and kissing Sharon’s cheek. “Wanna know what pushed me over the edge?”

“Sure,” she laughed, “But proceed with caution.”

“I was thinking about how beautiful you looked under me, and then I just had the thought pop into my head that wow, that’s my wife. You’re my wife.”

Sharon let out an airy laugh, snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. “Mhmm,” she hummed contentedly, “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“…Sharon?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

—

Justin wasn’t an idiot.

For his first move after the wedding, he’d told Sharon in no uncertain terms that she needed a break. After all, he’d witnessed how frantic she was for the few days that he’d been on the island. He could’ve sworn that she didn’t sleep, eat or relax at any point, just work work work. She needed a break, some time off.

Of course, time had slightly altered his memories of just how stubborn she was. There was no way she was going to be leaving her hotel, not a chance in Heaven or Hell. She’d put her foot down and that was it, decision made.

Only Justin wasn’t that much of a pushover, and so began their at-home honeymoon. The young men, guided by Raja and Jinkx, were in charge of the hotel for a while, whilst Sharon and Justin roamed around the island, enjoying their time together.

It was nice to watch her relax, really. In the sunlight, with her hair cascading down her back rather than tied up, and her face smooth rather than pinched with stress, she could’ve passed for eighteen again. He’d forgotten just how captivating her eyes were, a deeper blue than any expanse of ocean they could see. He’d forgotten how funny her laugh was, the utter cackle that came out of her. He’d forgotten the beauty in her smile.

Really, he could spend all day listing off the beautiful things that he started to remember during their at-home honeymoon, but Sharon wouldn’t give him the chance. She was as needy and desperate as the day they’d met, and he certainly wasn’t complaining.

It wasn’t all sex, though. Sometimes they both needed a break, and they had twenty one years of talking to do.

“Jinkx took this, about two hours after I gave birth. Look at her tiny little fist around my finger.” Sharon held up the photo so Justin could see. Heart squeezing, he wrapped his arms around his wife even tighter.

“I can’t believe I never knew about all this.” He replied, refusing to take his eyes off his then-newborn daughter. “She looks so much like you.”

Sharon chuckled. “She always did. I miss her so much.”

That day, Sharon had taken Justin on her proper tour of her tiny home. He already knew what the rooms looked like, having stayed there since the wedding, but she took him around to the lumps and bumps and chips and cracks, naming each one as incidents that had happened when Trixie was little - all the parts of their lives that he’d missed. Now, he saw the house in a whole new light, full of life and memories and little remnants of the past.

“This one is sweet.” Justin picked up another of the photos spread across Sharon’s - their - bed. “How old is she here?”

The photo showed Trixie, cheesing at the camera from her perch on Sharon’s shoulders. Her blonde hair was in two plaits, with a pink cowboy hat on her head and a blue princess dress. Sharon was giggling up at her daughter, seemingly unaware that the photo was being taken, in a summer dress that matched Trixie’s.

Sharon studied it, smiling faintly, then flipped it over. On the back, almost illegible writing read ‘Princess Trixabelle Parton (3) and Mama Sharon (21) go on an adventure to the marketplace to find some lunch (MS) and defeat some evil (PTP).’

“Those were the days.” She murmured, biting her lip. “I used to wonder how different my life would be without having Trixie, but she made everything better. I’m sure drinking at twenty one is fun, but playing with Princess Trixabelle Parton was fun too. There’s no comparison.”

Justin kissed her forehead. “God, you’re fucking magical, you know that?”

Sharon’s eyes were bright with unshed tears, which she dabbed at in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent them from falling. In spite of herself, she giggled a little.

“I can’t believe she’s all gr-grown up, I still worry about her so much. She better send me another letter soon.” She paused. “I really miss these days.”

Unable to stand the sight of her tears, Justin pulled Sharon closer and closer until her face was buried in his chest yet again. Once he could feel her sobs gently deteriorating into laughter, he pulled her away and tucked the photo into his pocket.

“I’ll tell you what. We should go on our own market adventure today. Let’s buy something weird and make a day of it. We could even take a boat to the mainland and see if Trixie’s sent anything for us. I asked the guy on the boat when he gave you the letter last week, and he said that he’s happy to pass on letters but we’ll have to collect any parcels for ourselves.”

Sharon considered him. “You know what… that sounds nice! I’ll get dressed, hold on.”

In a matter of moments, she’d removed her pyjama top with an extravagant flourish, causing Justin to burst into laughter.

“I swear I’ve put weight on, this is your fault.” She balled the shirt up and threw it at Justin’s head, childishly blowing raspberries at him when he ducked and missed it. “Look at me!”

She poked her stomach, puffing her cheeks out. Rolling his eyes, Justin threw her shirt back.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Put some clothes on, nympho.”

Sharon laughed appreciatively. “Fair, fair. Do you think we could skip the market, though? Recently the smell of all the fish has been making me really nauseous, and I don’t wanna throw up on you in that shirt. You look good in that shirt.”

It wasn’t long after their day out that Justin started to suspect. Of course, he’d never blindly say a thing out loud, for fear of castration via kitchen knives, but he was definitely beginning to notice a few telling changes, even if Sharon wasn’t. The nausea, for example. The breath-taking way she’d started to fill her clothes.

In fact, he tried to mention it to her once. She was having none of it.

“Nope. Where did you get that from?”

“I just thought maybe-”

“You’re crazy, Justin. I love you, but you’re crazy.”

“I mean, we have been-”

“It’s just not realistic, babe!”

“It’s possible, I guess I just-”

“Possible? At my age?”

“You’re not old! In fact, you’re perfectly-”

“You’re off your head, babe. I think the sea salt is getting to your brain.”

“But don’t you think-”

“Nah, it can’t be. Justin, I’m not pregnant.”

So they dropped the subject. She wasn’t, because Justin was clearly crazy and seeing things that weren’t there. She continued to deny it even when he hadn’t brought it up, which made him laugh. Justin knew Sharon wasn’t exactly… bright. Eventually she’d catch on.

‘Eventually’ turned out to be a week from their debate. Justin was sprawled across the bed, half-asleep in sweatpants and a face-mask that she’d insisted they both try. He was forced awake as the bathroom door slammed open, revealing a distressed Sharon with a mouthful of toothpaste foam, a toothbrush in one hand and a pregnancy test in the other.

“‘Ow did thi’ ‘appen?” She managed to say, leaning into the sink to spit and then returning. “How?!”

Justin shrugged. “I guess someone decided that the best way to clean your teeth is with a little brush on the end of a stick, so you can really get in there and scrub.”

Sharon dropped the toothbrush. “Not that, doofus. This!”

“Did… Did you forget that we’ve been having like… a lot of sex?” Justin tried.

She shook her head. “Well, of course not.”

“And the fact that we ran out of condoms within a week?”

“No.”

“And that when I told you, you said it didn’t matter and we didn’t need any more?”

“No.”

“Well… that’ll be why.”

Justin watched Sharon’s face, trying to gauge her feelings. She was almost impossible to read sometimes, what with years of hiding her feelings under her belt. He decided to tread carefully, pushing down the rising excitement that he felt inside him.

“But… we’re old!” She protested. “I really didn’t think this could happen, if I’m honest.”

Smiling gently, Justin beckoned her to come and lay on the bed with him. The sun was just starting to set, and as she nestled into his arms, golden sunlight filtered through the window and made patterns on the wall. Sharon kept staring at the test in her hand, encompassed by Justin’s warmth.

“How do you feel about this?” He whispered.

Sharon swallowed. “It’s… unexpected. How… how do you feel?”

“I feel amazing.” He admitted quietly, his heart softening as Sharon smiled. “I can be here for you this time, every step of the way.”

He placed his hand on top of Sharon’s, both of them on her stomach. For a few, peaceful moments, they lay there in silence.

Sharon was first to break it. “God, I can’t believe those bitches were right. It’s like Raja and Jinkx can predict the fucking future.”

Justin laughed. “Well. As I’m sure you’ll remember, I’m in if you’re in.”

The nostalgia registered on Sharon’s face instantly. The first time they’d met - all those years ago - the two of them said it a lot. When faced with a freezing cold plunge pool and no clothes, Justin simply shrugged “I’m in if you’re in.” When coming up with a plan to cause some minor havoc, the two of them in pain from laughing so hard, Sharon managed “I’m in if you’re in!”

It had been years since either of them had said or even heard those words.

“I’m in.”

#purecamp #here i go again #trixya #shalaska #rajila #smut #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #raja gemini #manila luzon #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #rpdr fanfiction #submission #m/f au #mamma mia au

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princeanxious · 5 years ago

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Was reading this chapter again and was remember at how like.. Somft Roman and Virgil's interactions are?? Like they've come so far, and its just Hhhh my h e a r t. This is most definately one of fics a writer writes for themselves bc they craved softness to balance the angst and honestly I'm just. In love w/ my au. And it pains me that i dont have the energy to draw out each scene that I love from this chapter??

(Spoilery rambling below this point bc i cant cut it)

Like: -Roman smiling fondly down at a flustered Virgil, hands on the sides of Virgils shoulders in a comforting manner!

-Virgil fidgeting with his new outfit(this one I am drawing!) That does him alot more justice

-the visual of Roman taking Virgils hand and dancing in a sort of whismsical Waltze before getting just a tad extra excited and picking Virgil up by the waist and carefully twirling him with glee, tho not twirling too fast, and Virgil's hands bracing on either of Roman's shoulders and his knees drawn up in surprise, their capes swirling around them!!

- the soft gesture of Roman pulling Virgil into a grounding hold to kiss his forehead, the frusteredness apart in Virgil's face while Roman looks absolutely serene with Virgil in his arms? Virgil holding onto Roman's cloak for comfort they way he does with his own?? Then Virgil relaxing into Romans chest while Roman absently plays with his hair?? Imagining the level of trust between in both parties to feel comfortable in that position together to not feel any need to pull away??(keeping in mind that they arent quite yet fully together in this chapter, they're more in a courting stage of their relationship, close and comfortable and mutually romantically interested, but not yet sure if they're ready to solidify it yet)

-Roman and Virgil leaning forehead to forehead and gazing into eachothers eyes while Roman goes about soothing Virgil's worries?? And the fact that he's practically cradling Virgil's cheek when he admits that Virgil makes them(the sky gods) whole?? Is a whole 'nother set of screaming bc its so painfully Roman to have him admit something so genuinely truthful while cradling his love interest's cheek while also leaning his head to press their foreheads together to unconciously express just how much he truly cherishes and adores Virgil?? And the only thing that breaks their silence is Virgil getting too flustered to stare back and results in hiding against Roman and not away from Roman??

-the window sill pose. The Window Sill Pose. Virgil sitting in Roman's lap, curled against Roman's chest and feeling safe enough with their hands entwined and a warm hand resting protectively over his head that they could nap together?? (In that position no less, but really the only one really napping is Virgil bc Roman? Comfy.)

Ik I'm rambling about my own fic but like I really wanted to expand on these physical poses within the fic bc each! of them! had! Signifigance!! And! I wanna! Shout about it!! So i hope yall like this little additive ramble while i struggle w/ making Virgil's post-rebirth outfit design

A Loving New Beginning- Gods of the Sky Au (Part One!) -Sanders Sides Fic

(Authors note: So, bet you guys totally forgot that I was planning on making another part to this Au, huh?? Well, After some trial and error, and some struggling with ideas and motivation, I’ve got part one, out of three/four, done and ready to give to ya’ll! This is supposed to help balance out the AU’s angst ratios a little bit to give a look into the aftermath of the Main Fic, so I hope ya’ll enjoy! Also wanna be tagged for anything to do with this AU? Let me know, I’m starting a taglist for it!)

Warnings: fluffy fluff and little else other than Virgil being a cute lil confused bean!

Check out the fanfic this fic follows after, right here! (Or else nothing will make much sense, though please heed the warnings!) There will also be art of All the Sides in the future, like this piece here! (Angst and slight blood tw for that piece tho!)

Keep reading

#to reiterate advice id read a long time ago- write what you want. write what you yourself want to read. and dont be afraid to reread it--#--and love what you made #i dont have too much of a plan for this fic set of chapters but i know its gonna follow Virgil experiencing this new found love given to him #with each of the gods having bit of a focus #maybe it wont even follow an actual story line such as each chapter is a glimpse between him and the others and how close theyve become #luka rambles #luka's aus #godsoftheskyau #let me ramble abt my own fic pls

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markoftheleviathan · 7 years ago

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miiikaelson replied to your post “It’s almost four in the morning, and I’m too busy drawing our...”

ref shots ain't bad at all and i'm impressed at your ability to draw from sight!! thats reaslly hard, and the perspective is super duper well done

also impressive the fact that you went to so much trouble to get an in-game reference. i dunno how much of a reference u used for emily but whether from sight or original its a fucking + and i cant wait to see the finished project

the wrinkles are nice, and so are the blood dripping and the little details above her mark (that i nearly missed!!) it all looks really nice and her face looks like HER face which is another hard thing. its nice.

ok, compliments done. im reblogging it to my art favorites and emily tag now. bc its so good and i cant wait.

wait compliments not done. the bodies make nice details bc they like direct TO emily and u got some design techniques with the behead guy. i had to take a lengthy design class. i now see design in everything. u did well.

First of all, you’re an absolute DEAR, and I adore you oh my god. I was going to reply to this last night but it was around 5am and I just ended up falling asleep whoopsies.

2) MAN THE PERSPECTIVE. DON’T EVEN GET ME S T A R T E D. It took me about an hour to set up the damn picture I wanted for the reference because I can draw Dunwall pretty decently without a reference but Karnaca’s got a really, really, really specific look whereas Dunwall is just sort of “London steampunk-ish.” And THEN it took another twenty minutes to take the damn photos because leading lines and balancing the foreground vs background, and negative space blah blah blah I’ve studied art basically my entire life, and a part of me wants to go “Fuck it” and ignore the basic principles of design, but it’s ingrained in me and I can’t. I’m getting off topic. PERSPECTIVE. RIGHT. I had to redraw the entire background around ten times because all of my ref pics were from drastically different positions and I was screaming trying to figure out where the focal points were but I think I kinda sort of got it in the end.

3) I’ve only drawn Emily about four times or so before so I have a decent understanding as to how her face looks (it helps that her moles happen to be in the same places my moles are, which is kind of freaky and creeps me out a bit) so those little details are pretty easy to figure out BUT, because I wanted to get things perfectly right I used a couple dozen refs from different sources to figure out how I wanted Emily to look. (She looks so different in every single version that I wanted to find a middle ground.) And @ominousdeer ‘s dozens of photos of Em were amazing (I did use a direct ref of ominous’ for the pose because I couldn’t be bothered to sit down for four hours scouring the internet, or fiddling with sketches), as well as my eight billion screenshots of Em during the first cinematic trailer for her (the one from the E3 announcement) ‘cause I feel like that’s how Arkane wanted her to look if she was hyper realistic, and it’s also the only one where she decently looks biracial and goddammit, I want to preserve what few biracial characters there are because I sure as hell never found any characters that were biracial in the media when I was growing up that I saw myself in.

4) The Mark!!! I didn’t give her a sword because the whole point of the piece is “blood on my hands” etc etc etc, making her crimes a little bit more personal, and in my original version of this, she was also weaponless (but her hands were covered in a LOT more blood), but narrative wise it didn’t make sense as to how she’d kill them 100% bare handed, and then I remembered that the Mark glows when it’s being used so tadaaaaa glowing, smoking Mark

5) Ahhh thank you! There was a lot of careful body placement when I was setting up my ref (which is HARD because you either fucking launch them across the entire map but they ragdoll which is nice for randomization of body placement, or you gently sit them down and they just rest in a sort of loose T-pose which is so unnatural looking and doesn’t at all make it seem like they’re dead.) I had to end up throwing bodies from down the alleyway and off of buildings (the scene is actually the Overseers’ offices where Mindy sends you to go get a body in Mission 2 of D2) so I cleared all the Overseers and threw them off the top of the building hoping it’d work... it wasn’t... fun. (Yes it totally was. Especially since I left the civilians alive so there was a lot of chaos.)

#miiikaelson #you're a peach and I love you

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I know you have answered a similar question, but it is paramount for my soul to confirm this! Are Azazel and Lucifer related as brothers? Not only do they resemble each other, plus Lucifer caring quite a bit more about Azazel than he should compared to the other demons, but the official Bahamut fandom wiki has been stating they are brothers for a long time, long before the skit they recently performed at the end of the latest episode. So is the wiki wrong? Just want to straighten my ship out! :o

Keep in mind that wiki is written and edited by fans; no wiki is ‘official’, so to speak. Also, try to double check the source if it’s possible. I looked up Lucifer’s page in snb:g wiki one day and once I read that azazel’s brother part, I just… never went back there.

Also, since I’m answering your question, I might as well make this since it pretty much covers all the bases (I think).

Behold:

LUCIFER/AZAZELSHIP MANIFESTO: GENESIS EDITION

(aka no, really, they’re not actually brothers.)

I’ll be separating the source into two: the actual ep, and the extra contents.

1. THE ACTUAL EPISODES

The actual episodes include, well, the actual episodes content; as in, canon things that really happen in the actual eps.

Firstly, they have ZERO canon interaction in the anime.

Nothing

Nada

No talking, no looking, not even a glance.

In fact, they have never even been in the same frame together.

No, seriously.

But never fear, even if they never interact in canon, they at least know each other! And other ppl know they know each other!

Cerberus keeps reminding Azazel of their ‘order’ and implies that said person who has given their order may not satisfied with the result (ep5)

Bacchus describes Azazel as Lucifer’s right hand man (ep5)

Martinet confirms that Lucifer’s Azazel’s superior (ep6)

Gabriel and Michael talking about Azazel in relation to Lucifer (ep8)

Azazel mentioning Lucifer in canon:

Lucifer’s the only person in the entire series who he calls with honorific: Lucifer-sama (ep6, ep8)

For Azazel who looks down on humans and demons alike, this is a big thing, bcs it means Lucifer’s the only person he respects.

In ep8, when Belzeebub attacks him, he thinks of Lucifer first and foremost: “What are you scheming, betraying Lucifer-sama like this?!”

Not why are betraying *me*, but why are you betraying Lucifer-sama.

It just shows how loyal he is to Lucifer.

Meanwhile, Lucifer… lmao

The only time Azazel gets mentioned to him is in ep8:Lucifer: It’s been a long time, Beelzebub.Beelzebub: Azazel has failed miserably. We can afford no more blundering, Lucifer.Lucifer: A pity. I’ll just send someone else, then.

All the while, Lucifer never looks up from his book.

Looking at that conversation, it looks like Lucifer doesn’t actually care about Azazel.

(But then in the commentary he’s described as worried. So it’s possible he just doesn’t show his worry in front of Beelzebub.)

Aaaand that’s it; that’s all the canon mention of Lucifer/azazel.

2. EXTRA CONTENTS

Extra content includes everything official that are separate from the actual episodes, such as episode previews, character commentary from BD bonus, official site description, official twitter content, as well as the official artbook.

2.1. Episode 10 preview

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English translation:Lucifer: I’m Lucifer.Azazel: I’m Azazel.Lucifer and Azazel: We’re the Fallen Angel Brothers.Lucifer: Hold on. You’re my subordinate, aren’t you?Azazel: Your white feathers are beautiful.Lucifer: Yours are beautiful, too.

This is the original Fallen Angel Brothers skit. It can be seen here that Lucifer both 1) reminds Azazel they’re not actually brothers, and 2) emphasizes his and Azazel’s relationship: “you’re my subordinate.”

So no, Lucifer and Azazel are not brothers at all.

(Also, this skit was such an oasis for Azazel’s fans at the time bcs when this aired, it was still unknown whether he lived or died, since the last time he was seen, he was being burnt by Beelzebub and losing consciousness in ep8. Him sounding so fine and energetic in this skit gave fans hope that he might still be alive after all.)

…and that he and Lucifer’s relationship might not be as one-sided as one might assume from watching the eps, bcs, wow, weren’t you two quite friendly??? Doing a skit together! Praising each other’s wings! Lucifer’s gentle voice at the end! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

Ahem.

2.2. Character commentary

There are two character commentary eps that touched a bit on Lucy/Azazel’s relationship:Ep05, commentary by Favaro and Azazel

Even though Favaro never even mentions or asks anything about Lucifer, Azazel still manages to bring up Lucifer’s name without being prompted. “What, did you feel Lucifer-sama’s male presence?”

(also him asking favaro that means *he* himself actually *notices* Lucifer’s *male* presence.)

Which is just awwww

Azazel (to Favaro): “About your relationship with that hammer head (kaisar). Are you guys brothers? Aren’t you thinking it’s okay to die for his sake?”Azazel: “I’m a bullet (鉄砲玉). If it’s for the sake of my brothers, then I shall die anytime.”

Also, he calls himself a teppoudama (鉄砲玉), which literally means bullet. In yakuza term, this is similar to that of a messenger who goes out and never returns; as in, his role is to be the bullet, be the sacrifice, the pawn, the messenger who executes and never returns.

(pls note that yakuza members often call each brothers even though they’re not related by blood. Brothers here is meant as comrades.)

Similarly, when he asks if Fava/Kai are brothers, he doesn’t mean by blood; he was the one who indirectly caused the death of both of their fathers, after all. He knows very well they’re not related. He’s asking if they’re ‘comrades’ or ‘nakama’.

It seems to him, the term brothers (comrades) refer to ppl who are considered to be important, enough that one would offer own life for them.

Adding that Fallen angel brothers skit he does with Lucifer (where they’re ‘brothers’), and how dutiful and loyal he’s to Lucifer, it is assumed he’s indirectly talking about Lucifer here.

Ep12, commentary by Favaro and Kaisar

For the parts that mention azazel, pls take a look at my translation post here. But to summarize:

According to Cerberus, Lucifer tells her to go save Azazel.

Not only that, but Lucifer himself even comes bcs he’s actually *that* worried about Azazel who goes missing a while.

Favaro describes them as: “And after that, [Azazel] and Lucifer *intimately* go away together.”

I’m just… Favaro, is it really necessary to describe them as *intimate*?

What did Favaro see that made him use such an adjective to describe the way Azazel and Lucifer go away together?

Favaroooo I need details dammit

2.3. Official site description

Azazel’s page: http://shingekinobahamut-genesis.jp/character/character_08.php

“Following fellow fallen angel Lucifer’s command, using moving castle Gregor. he’s looking for the girl who stole the God’s key from the Land of the Gods.”

Lucifer’s page: http://shingekinobahamut-genesis.jp/character/character_18.php

“He commands Azazel & co. to investigate the God’s Key that’s missing and stolen from the Land of he Gods.”

Based on that official description above, it’s made clear that while they both are “fellow fallen angels”, considering Lucifer gives “command” to Azazel, their relationship is either superior/subordinate, or master/servant.

2.4. Official twitter content

Firstly, please look at both Valentine and White day illustration from snb:Gofficial twitter. Each illustration shows couples (Fava/Mira, Kai/Rita) but then in the Valentine’s part we also have a broken heart looking azazel being alone, only to be paired up with Lucifer and smiling so brightly in White Day.

Conclusion: Lucifer/Azazel is also a couple now.

Or, more accurately, they’re treated as a set somehow.

Valentine illustration: https://twitter.com/bahamut_genesis/status/566166402801750016

White day illustration: https://twitter.com/bahamut_genesis/status/576322764233056257

2.5. Official Artbook

The character profile description is more or less the same with the ones written in official site, just more detailed. This book also includes commentary by character designer Onda and director Satou. Notable comments include:

2.5.1. Lucifer“I remember the director instructing me to ‘please don’t make his under nose long’.” Onda Nobuyuki (chara designer)

(Notes: basically, he’s saying the director’s telling him to make Lucifer beautiful, since the part from under nose to upper lip is believed to decide whether one’s face is beautiful or not. )

They made Lucifer sits and never moves bcs it’s troublesome to animate his enormous six wings.

He’s drawn as a beautiful demon.

His horns have two different colors.

Onda already designed Lucifer’s giant ass sword just in case, and even compared to his whole body proportion and this giant sword, his wings are just so, so enormous.

2.5.2. Azazel“’He has that delinquent feel about him,’ is what the director instructed me, so his facial expression’s range is expanded.” Onda Nobuyuki (chara designer)

Azazel was supposed to die early (around ep8 possibly), except the staff loved him, so they changed things a little and included him in later eps.

The main reason Azazel’s lower horns got cut was bcs they were a pain to animate.

Similarly, his wings are made to be smaller compared to the illustration on his cards to make it easier on the animators.

Just like Lucifer’s horns, Azazel’s lower horns have two color tones.

Also according to the artbook, Azazel’s around 190cm, Cerberus 170cm, and Pazuzu 250cm.

2.5.3. MartinetMartinet’s original design is supposed to resemble Grigori, except then his look would overlap with Lucifer and Azazel, who are supposed to look exceptionally beautiful and are in a league on their own; so they scrap Martinet’s prototype design and make him uglier.

Comment: Looking at the chara design’s comments, it’s pretty evident that design wise, while both Lucifer and Azazel are supposed to be beautiful look wise, expression wise, Lucifer’s ‘just’ beautiful, while Azazel’s delinquent and very expressive.

It’s probably meant to show that unlike Azazel, Lucifer’s much, much, MUCH calmer. Since his expression is very limited, Lucifer’s also probably hard to read in general.

CONCLUSION

The thing about Lucifer/Azazel’s relationship is that, in genesis, if you only watched the actual eps, then yes, their relationship is quite one sided.

Despite Azazel showing loyalty and respect toward him, Lucifer doesn’t seem to care one bit about Azazel in return, even though Azazel’s supposed to be his right hand man.

This is esp when confronted with Azazel’s failure, Lucifer’s only reaction is, “A pity. I’ll just send someone else, then.”

No worry about why azazel hasn’t come back, no nothing. He acts like azazel’s dispensable.

But if you look at the extra content, then…

…it’s pretty much still one sided lmao

No, hear me out here.

The thing about Lucifer/Azazel in the extra content is that, Azazel pretty much thinks his feelings are one sided, when in truth he just never notices.

In ep5 commentary, about the “I’m a bullet” comment; Azazel thinks his life is dispensable, that none would actually stop him from dying or that none would ever worry about him.

But from ep12 commentary, we know Lucifer cares; Lucifer worries; Lucifer actually goes out himself to save him, after he also commands Cerberus to go save Azazel.

I’m starting to think the real reason Cerberus complains so loudly is not bcs she’s told to save Azazel, but more bcs Lucifer makes her involved in his and Azazel’s affair lmao

No, srsly, favaro, I really, really need details on how and why and what part exactly about Azazel and Lucifer going away together that makes you described them as ‘intimate.’

Also, I’ll be repeating this once more: nowhere in the official materials state that Lucifer/azazel are actually brothers related by blood. srsly.

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*i’ll be editing this post to tidy up the links and pics and whatnot. But for now pls bear with this.*in my ep12 translation post I wrote nakama, but a much better headphone later, it turns out it’s actually nakamutsumajii (中睦まじい), literally means harmonious or intimate.

*lmao I thought describing them as nakama is already pushing it since they’re officially just superior/underling, but turns out the real one is even more outrageous.

“Intimately” favaro says. I mean. well.

#replies #snb talks #luciaza #lucifer #azazel #shingeki no bahamut

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