#i do believe she did the work herself. all to cosplay this one girl.

[seagullcharmer]

rusty lake posting (again)

this is really just a little thing but i keep thinking abt it. i've seen people talk abt how horrible nicholas is (he is!) but thru the lens of his marriage to caroline and how he's completely grey by the time david is born ('ewwww he must be soooo old!') and while i do believe he's older than caroline, i don't think it's as awful as people make it out to be. sure, we don't know for certain the age difference between him and caroline, nor between him and gerard, or his age in general really, but i do believe he went prematurely grey. this is entirely because when we see david (canonically somewhere between 15-17, due to him being Very Small in the family portrait where jakob says 'my family, 15 years ago' or whatever) without his hat, guess what! his hair's turning grey!

idk if i had a point with this. i just like thinking abt the eilanders.

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

Kokichi has set himself a challenge, fuck all the girls in his class in a day! Will he be able to?

Warning: Lewd content below

“Bet you I can.”

“You can't.”

“Bet you I can!”

“You can't!”

“Bet you I can't?”

“You can! Wait- damn it!” Kaito rubbed his hair in confusion as Kokichi snickered.

“What's going on?” Shuichi said as he entered the cafeteria, only to see Kaito and Kokichi bickering.

“Bro! Kokichi's talking crazy, and I'm about to make 20 bucks!”

“Huh? How?”

“Shumai, Shumai, Shumai, you know I'm a very charming individual right?” Kokichi slinked his arm around Shuichi, who only judged him in return. “I'm so charming that no lady can resist me. Which is why I could definitely sleep with every woman in this whole academy.”

“Oh could fuckin’ not!”

“That's what this is about?” Shuichi grasped the bridge of his nose. “Okay, if we're going to be realistic about your bet, which, I don't even know why I am, let's change it to all the girls in our class. You have until breakfast tomorrow Kokichi to…sleep with all 8 of them. You need a picture or a video as proof of you doing so. If you can do it, you win the bet. If you can't, Kaito wins.”

‘“Deal!”’ Both purple haired rivals agreed on the spot, as the Kokichi sprinted out of the cafeteria. Shuichi sighed. What on earth did he do?

—----------

“Allow me to understand you properly, if I help you win this foolish bet, you promise to act respectful towards your classmates, including Kaito?”

“Of course mommy!”

Kirumi sighed before locking the janitor closet. She then placed her hands on the walls and adjusted her dress to give Kokichi easy access. “Fine then. This position should satisfy the conditions, correct?”

“Works for me!” Before giving Kirumi time to prepare herself, Kokichi recklessly jammed it inside of her. Her normally stoic face cracked at the sensation. Kokichi wasted no time at all thrusting in and out of her, going balls deep from the start. Kirumi clenched her teeth at the surprising high she felt from Kokichi inside of her.

*SNAP*

The shutters of Kokichi's phone camera clicked as he filmed himself fucking Kirumi’s ass from behind. He pulled out and jerked himself off to her ass, before cumming all over it on tape. He smirked. One down, seven to go.

—----------

“Hey Tsumugi, I think this cosplay is broken?”

“No…it’s exactly how it should be~”

On his quest to fuck every bitch that he could, Kokichi’s next target was the geeky whore herself, Tsumugi Shirogane. Since her time spent with Junko-senpai, combined with her own filthy fetishes, she seemed like the next most obvious choice to bang. And to Kokichi’s credit, he was mostly correct. Tsumugi would practically throw herself onto his dick. But, under one condition…

“Are you sure this is a guy’s cosplay???”

“Oh most definitely.” Tsumugi drooled over Kokichi’s outfit. To say it was merely skimpy would be a royal understatement. The only things that were covered were small parts of his thighs and groin, about half of his ass cheeks, his upper chest and back, and for some reason his eyes. Tsumugi smirked. “Oh this will look so good in the cosplayers monthly.” She set the camera to auto before crawling towards Kokichi on all fours.

Tsumugi took Kokichi's cock into her mouth gently, rubbing her tongue over the tip while kissing the middle of his shaft. Despite not being able to force it all down her throats she still bobbed her head rhythmically, shaking her ass for the camera while sucking his huge cock. Kokichi would be sure to ask her for the footage as proof, if he could remember how to speak at the end of the shoot.

—----------

“Pfft, fucking virgin, of course you’d make a bet like that. Well soooorrrryyy princess, but these golden girls v card ain't getting swiped by a fuckin little gremlin like you.”

“Oh, so you admit you're a virgin after all, huh Miu? Well I always had a feeling anyways.”

“Nnngh, t-that's!” The blonde bimbo shrunk in her seat. She couldn't believe it. The prankster came into her lab and asked her for sex, and yet she's bottoming to him! That wasn't how it was supposed to go. Miu took a deep breath before attempting to regain her lost ground. “W-well I guess since you're really desperate. I suppose a goddess like me can't help but take pity on-”

“Sweet, thanks cum dumpster!”

“Eeeeee!” As Miu squeaked as she was lifted up into the air. Kokichi quickly pulled aside her panties, and took a picture of her face and he stole her virginity in one quickly yet lengthy thrust! The photo captured the perfect picture of her face: the exact moment she became a real honest to goodness cock slut!

—----------

“Smile for the camera!”

“K-kokichi!” Kaede called out annoyed. It was one thing to be giving him a titfuck on her bed, but for him to record it. She pouted as the evil genius giggled. He then continued to thrust into her chest, his pre-cum coating her cleavage, turning her on even more. The head of his cock throbbed as Kaede went up and down his shaft with her boobs, clearly eager to see some sort of action too. Kaede sighed. Despite how annoyed she was at him, her feelings of anger were overruled by how wet her panties were. She smiled and stuck her tongue out, allowing Kokichi to snap a picture of the exact moment Kaede received a faceful of his thick cum. She licked his dick hungrily. If he was going to give her a facial, she might as well have fun with it!

—----------

“Nyeehh. Kokichi, you're way too big. I should cast a shrinking spell on you with my magic.”

“Oh no Himiko! Don't bother wasting your mana on this degenerate male!”

“Tenko is right. Atua wants his cock as big as possible so it will feel the best!”

“T-that's not what I meant at all!”

Kokichi smirked at the three girls below him, all eagerly working to give him a triple blowjob. Licking his shaft was Angie. When he first approached the three girls about sex, she immediately jumped on the “fuck Kokichi train”. He barely had time to pull down his pants before she was making out with his cock. Her slutty bikini could barely hide her erect nipples and wet pussy, as everyone knew exactly how horny she was at Kokichi's cock.

The one currently sucking his balls was Himiko. She was roped into it with little resistance from Angie. Despite her normally lazy demeanor she seemed to be putting in loads of effort when it came to making Kokichi cum loads, and emptying his balls all over the third girl working on his tip, Tenko.

To say Tenko was against the idea would be an understatement. However her loyalty to Himiko was much greater than her hatred of Kokichi. So when it came time to help Himiko or avoid Kokichi, Tenko too got on her knees to suck off the supreme leader. However despite her whining and complaints, when it came down to fucking she was easily the sluttiest of the three.

“Just hurry up and cum on my fucking face you degenerate.” Tenko bullied him before deepthroating his cock, receiving a supportful head push from Angie. Kokichi merely laughed. 7 hoes down, 1 slut to go.

—----------

“Welp, with this last picture he sent he seemed to be short one girl.” Shuichi said while reading off his texts. He was surprised that Kokichi made it as far as he did in the first place, but in the end even he knew it was impossible. If not for the timing and charm needed, then definitely due to the last walk in his way: Maki Harukawa. Maki always despised Kokichi. So even for a bet, it would be impossible for Kokichi to convince her to fuck him. He was doomed before he even began his dumb bet with Kaito.

At least, that's what Shuichi thought.

“A-ah shit, Maki-roooll!”

“D-don't fucking call me, ngh, that!”

There were many things Shuichi was expecting to see when he walked into the cafeteria this morning. Maki riding Kokichi cowgirl style until he creampied her on the dining table, was definitely not one of them. Yet, right in front of him, was Kokichi thirsting up into Maki’s pussy, shooting his thick load so far inside Shuichi couldn't see any leaks out of the tsundere’s greedy pussy. When Kokichi was finished spazzing Maki got off of him, her phat ass jiggling as she struggled to stand on her shaky legs. She then fished into Kokichi's pants pocket (which were hung unceremoniously on the kitchen sink nozzle) to retrieve something small only an ultimate detective could notice, then simply walked out of the kitchen like she hadn't just gotten nailed only a few seconds ago.

“Kokichi, did you…give Maki the money you would've won from the bet in exchange for sex?”

“Nishishishishi, Shumai, sometimes you gotta spend money to make money!”

“...I really hate you both.”

[elysia-nsimp]

Redoing my intro post on Comet lolz (FEAT new art)

Comet Yuusonya!

She/her pronouns

16 years old (birthday is July 18)

5’1” (154 cm)

Weighs around 100lbs (45kg)

First year, in the same class as Ace

She’s also asexual & polyamorous

Comet’s my version of the prefect, having come from another universe under mysterious circumstances. Ever since being shoved into Ramshackle, she’s been spending every penny she’s gained in attempts to renovate the place so she doesn’t have to live in filth. She picked up a few jobs around Mostro Lounge after around book 2, so she’s pretty acquainted with the Octotrio (against her will /j)

She’s a very anxious person. Comet considers herself both mom and therapist friend, so you know she’s mentally ill /hj,, Believes strongly in being compassionate to others and being kind, however, she is also known for her large collection of (usually empty) strange threats. I mean she punched Azul once so she’s got some bite at least. She’s very emotional sensitive and easy to tick off, although she’s working on getting her emotions in check

Comets got passions for space and mythology. Astrology is her best subject and she’s in Mountain Lovers Club with Jade. She occasionally visits Malleus (who she calls Lunie) in Gargoyle Study too. She also enjoys art, writing, and interior design, which is part of the reason she took up trying to fix the hellhole she’s stuck in.

For the first three books or so, Comet disguised herself as one of the boys. She’s good at cosplay, and has mastered the ability to tie her hair up into wigs (which is 100% possible, I have similar hair and I’ve done it before) (side note: she refuses to cut her hair, it’s important to her), so she got up super early every day to set up her disguise. This lead to her being very tired all the time, on top of not feeling like she could really be herself. The reason she did this was mostly because of fear, both of standing out too much in this new place, and also just… men in general. She doesn’t know who to trust, and so she makes an effort to remain at least kind of distant until she learns to trust these people.

She actually comes out of her disguise after being friends with Kalim and him basically saying that living as someone you’re not is no way to live. So she started opening up to her close friends (like Ace and Deuce) who supported her, until she just… stop wearing her wig one day. Anyway that got her harassed and she spent lunch crying, only for the dreaded Floyd Leech to find her outside all alone. Comet actually did not like Floyd at first—he was too high energy for her and too unpredictable and that scared her. However Floyd kind was just like “shrimpy is shrimpy I do not care that you are a girl???” she decided that maybe she can trust him. And then she started crushing on hi—

Anyway so there’s some stuff about Comet and a little intro to how she is in the story of TWST. She’s a silly goofy little shrimp. She also threatens to cook Floyd once when he backed her into a wall. Now she just calls him Unagi when she’s jokingly annoyed at him. Fun stuff

[plaindangan]

Kaede and miu constantly bicker about who's the biggest, knowing how boob obsessed this class is, they constatnly ramble about it so much that tsumoomoo and kirumilf cant take it anymore! Thank god when beach day happens they can show those blondes what "big" is~

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not read!

"Shut it, ant-tits!!! I have the biggest rack here and everybody knows it!!"

'For the love of-!! Look, it's clear we're practically the same...even if I'm slightly bigger~"

"You little-!!"

As the two continued to argue both Tsumugi and Kirumi, who were sitting nearby, found their patience wearing thin. Again. This has been going on since these two met and both were quite sick of it. Especially, since, well, both had an idea on who the clear 'winners' of such an exchange truly were~

'Ugh, you'd think both were tsundere's for each other with how much they bicker and fond over each other's boob size." Tsumugi muttered, trying to block out their fighting by working on a sketch for a new cosplay.

"It's a tiring effort." Kirumi agreed, before a thought occur to her. She usually doesn't like to meddle with potential client own affairs...but if it was for the sake of peace, then that might be a different story~

"Though...Tsumugi, might I ask something of you? What say we end this once and for all for the upcoming trip? I believe if we put your talent to good use, that might end things." Tsumugi looked over as the two's arguing turn even louder and louder and-!!!

"Okay, yeah, I'm in..."

For the likes of Kaede and Miu, the beach trip was a perfect way to 'compete'. Who had the biggest boobs? Whose boobs looked better in their bikini's Whose boobs tanned better? Stuff like that had both wage war constantly whenever they got to the beach...

Which is why when both Kirumi and Tsumugi arrived on the beach, they looked pretty shocked. Kirumi and Tsumugi were well known for being conservative in their clothing. Long skirts, layered shirts and jackets, generally composing themselves in a modest manner...

So it was a real out of left field moment when both arrived on the scene in a casual, dare one say even flirty, manner in swimsuits that outclassed both blonde's easily. For Tsumugi, she was wearing a light blue slingshot bikini, while Kirumi she opted for a white, see-through tube top and a short dark green 'skirt'.

Both suits doing well in showing just how gigantic their busts were, especially in the case of Tsumugi's, whose swimsuit was barely covering her tits and was bouncing about with each step as she got closer to the blonde's. Kirumi was 'technically' more modest, but whatever oil or sweat or anything she applies or felt had her tope moisten to the point it gave Miu and Kaede a great look at her puffy nipples. But 'modest' or not, it was clear as day their chest made both Kaede and Miu's look like A-cups.

But beyond that both blonde's could see they were very voluptuous, with Tsumugi's hips and cake being blatantly on display for the world to see. While Kirumi''s skirt did cover her lower waist a bit, it was small enough that there was a major thigh opening the showed off not only her well curved milky thigh, but enough to show she wasn't wearing a bikini bottom underneath~ Likewise, her own massive buns would make anyone eye up her backside, regardless if she was wearing a skirt, bikini bottom or plain nude down there~

"Ah...Kaede? Miu? Are you two alright?" Asked Kirumi, arms crossing underneath her chest, which only made them be emphasized more to Kaede or Miu. Both haven't responded yet, and seemed frozen in place staring at the duo.

"Hee-hee~ I think we've broken them a bit, Kirumi. And we didn't even need to do anything really ecchi for that to happen!" Tsumugi said waving a hand in front of Miu's face. Kirumi sighed, but did look a bit proud of herself. Wasn't often she gets to be so daring~

And if wearing a skimpy suit is all that is required to get both girl s to finally realized who were the true busty beauties of their class? Then she'll happily wear it all she wants~

[marvellousstawler]

Mon 9 Oct

Welcome to the special post-PAXAus edition of...my journal, I guess? I'm going to start with one of my takeaways from a panel I attended featuring Erika Ishii. I was struck with the honesty of their advice to the audience, a sort of honesty usually eschewed in panels like these in favour of a pristine optimism to inspire hope in the audience. She outlined it this way: getting to do the thing you love as a career is a fusion of hard work/persistent effort toward that thing, and right-place-right-time-right-person opportunity. So, no matter what career you have (or do not have), ALWAYS do the thing you love whenever you get a chance. Because you need to be ready for when those opportunities present themselves, even if they never will. I personally found that very inspiring, given how much of my time and energy I now have to spend on my Big Girl Job(tm).

But, to add to her advice, I think there was something Ishii missed an opportunity to address in their panel; your passion shouldn't come at the cost of you. If you have a job or something else that takes all the energy out of you, it's no good putting even more pressure on yourself to get art/writing/whatever done if it's just going to burn you out. One thing that I'm very happy that she emphasised is this: it's more than okay, to be JUST ok at things! More people should let themselves be just ok at things.

Art My past self was right in her prediction of my current self -- I am indeed the owner of a wonderfully shitty Flame Emperor Mask, and I'm pleased to report that it is just as janky, creepy and inconvenient to both wear and carry as could be expected of a first-time cosplay-maker. I met many extremely talented cosplayers at PAX; it ain't easy and it ain't cheap; mad respect. It was a surreal experience, taking (as they say in D&D) a level of exhaustion, just to complete an item to wear for one day (in case you're wondering what inspired me to provide the soapbox paragraph above this one). Even so, it is now proudly displayed on my bookshelf, well worth doing just to try something new and do something fun. Let me know in the replies if you'd like to see it. I *might* still have some time this evening to work on my cool D&D characters picture (working title is 'Sisters In Moons') now that I've completed the mask, but actually my priority this evening is to catch up on rest. PAXing is taxing.

Writing So much Mittelfranks brainrot I literally opened Google Docs on my phone to work on it during my lunchbreak, which given I usually need a nice quiet comfy space with a desk and computer to do any work, is very unlike me. Where's all this motivation for my other projects! Still, only writing for 5 minutes at a time whenever I get a chance to open my phone, while perfectly respectable, hasn't actually yielded a great many words, this week. The only other thing I worked on was one of two D&D-related projects (one for each character/campaign I'm in atm), where I attempt to make notes about every NPC we've met and their factions, using the style and cadence of the character I'm playing. I don't believe I'll be able to write either of them as quickly as new NPCs get introduced, but gosh darn if I ain't gonna try.

Reading I have not had much opportunity to read this week. I usually read on the train, and these past days I have just been too tired to do anything but stare out the window. I did, however, on the way home from the end of PAX, get the sudden resolve to purge my room of the "excess" books I've accrued throughout my life, either from gift-givers who wished plenty but knew little, or a Past Self trying to shape herself into something that she would never be. I have no issue keeping books of childhood significance in this room, with the expectation that they will remain here when I move out, but everything that is no longer providing positive energy, even if it's just neutral energy, should be brought to a better home. It would be unethical to let those books remain here, where they can't be at their most loved!

Thaaaaaaaat said I'm not likely to get a free weekend any time soon...

Don't forget to vote.

[bluejay-writes]

A sort of Fairy Tail - Chapter 3

Rating: T / PG-13, SFW. Fandom: Mystic Messenger Relationships: 707/MC (Jaena)/Saeran Chapter 3 Wordcount: 2899 Summary:

Freelance Hacker by day, cosplayer by weekend, Jaena Grey was living her best life. One fateful convention, she meets a scarily talented fellow costumer and his friend Zen.

When Jaena finds herself embroiled in the usual Mint Eye apartment plot, Seven panics to see someone he knows. Hijinks ensue, including Jaena spending the majority of her time cosplaying as 707 in his own bunker to hide herself from Vanderwood - for better or worse.

You can also read this on AO3! <- Also a good place to check tags.

Chapter 3: Crafting 606

“So… you’re a long ways from Comic Con.” he said, once they were in his car, speeding away from the apartment.

“So are you.” She said, but relented. “I’m on vacation. Came to take a spring session at SKY University about Special Effects work and I’ve got two weeks left here for normal tourist bullshit before I go home.”

“Why just tell me all that?” He said, smirking.

“You’re a hacker. That’s all surface level, and you probably already knew it, or well assumed the latter based on flight dates.”

“Oof, ya got me.” He said, chuckling. “You seem familiar with the hacker life.”

“Did you think cosplay was my career?” She said, smirking.

“No. You’re not jaded enough to be a full time "content creator”, either. So… filthy rich, maybe?  Admittedly, I didn’t dig too deep into the mystery woman because, well, you’re you. I couldn’t just leave my cosplay buddy in a room with a bomb.” His eyes blew wide and he slapped a hand over his mouth.

“A bomb?” Jaena asked, raising an eyebrow, but trying to tamp down her reaction otherwise.

“Yeah. Rika made me set it up for information security, but… there’s probably something more than just guest information there if she wanted something like that.”

“Oh, fuck. I thought you were joking.” Jaena said, a chill running down her spine.

“I mean, I do that a lot, but… not about this. It’s why I dropped everything and came to get you. You’re just lucky I was out grocery shopping when you appeared in the chat. Hope you’re up for a decent car trip, we’re about an hour out from the bunker, if I speed.”

“Only speed when it’s fun.” Jaena said, and leaned her head back on the car seat. “Can we stop by my hotel for my things? Wait, are you kidnapping me? Should I be worried?”

“We can’t go now, I need to get back before Vanderwood realizes something’s up, but I’ll make time later tonight or tomorrow to drive you back there. And I guess you’re kinda being kidnapped? You already were, and now I’m holding onto you to keep you safe.”

“Oh, for real?” Jaena couldn’t help but channel her inner Chad. “That’s fine. Doesn’t change my plans at all. Might even save me money.”

“Honestly? I don’t know how you’re as calm as you are.” he said, shaking his head.

“Believe me, I’ll break down later, once I feel safe.” She said, sighing. “This is a lot. Not at all what I wanted from my vacation, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope I’d run into you here.”

“Me? Why here?” he sounded confused, but a quick glance told her he was smirking.

“Well, you were with Zen that day and this is his hometown. Also I didn’t run into you again that entire con circuit so it was unlikely you were one of his ‘local’ friends or something. Besides, you mentioned customs about your Unbreakable costume.”

“Oh, you knew it was Zen, then?”

“Lucy did. She’s still mad that she didn’t manage to score his number.”

“Oh my god he has not stopped whining at me about blocking him.” Luciel laughed, and Jaena realized she really loved the sound of his laugh. “Maybe I can have you give his number to your girl, if she’s trustworthy and not likely to screw his career over.”

“Lord no, she’s the most respectful fan you’ll ever meet.” Jaena paused and then added “At least in public. I’m sure she’d disrespect the hell out of him in the bedroom.”

“You did not just say that!” Luciel crowed, smacking his hand against the steering wheel.

Jaena woke a little bit later, not realizing she’d fallen asleep until the sound of the phone ringing through the car speakers startled her awake.

Luciel turned and looked at her.

“Don’t say anything. Don’t breathe loud. Okay? I have to take this. It’s… work.”

Jaena nodded to show she understood, and laid her head back against the seat again, figuring that would make him more comfortable.

“What?” he said, after he’d tapped to accept the call.

“Zero Seven, where are you? That grocery run should have had you back here an hour ago, at the latest.”

“Sorry, Vandy, I ran into a friend at the store and we got to talking. You know how it is.”

“Don’t call me Vandy. And stop spending so much time with those RFA Nerds. I have to go make a house call. You’d better be home and working by the time I call you again.”

“I’m like ten minutes from home. I’ll get the job done tonight, just like I promised.”

“You damn well better.” The voice, ostensibly ‘Vandy’ seemed irritated, and the call cut.

“Sorry about that.” Luciel said after a minute. “The life of a hacker is trash.”

“Tell me about it.” Jaena said, with a roll of her eyes. “I was really looking forward to this vacation.”

Luciel eyed her. “I want to dig deeper into that statement but first I gotta handle this situation.”

“What situation?”

“Welp.” Luciel sighed. “I’m not supposed to have friends. Vandy tolerates the RFA because I work better with them around than I did before I started working with them, but…”

“The who?”

“Oh. That’s the chatroom you were in. I’ll give you the rundown on that once we’re settled at home, but. I’m definitely not supposed to bring a distractingly cute girl home. So.”

Jaena blinked. Distractingly Cute? Like, she was easy enough on the eyes, she supposed, but that was a nice compliment he’d paid her. Not that he gave her a chance to say anything before going on.

“I was thinking since you’re so good at cosplay…wanna just cosplay as me? See how long we can fool Vanderwood?”

“Uh. What’s the bad ending?” Jaena asked, immediately imagining herself in his current outfit.

“Well, worst case, Vanderwood thinks you’re an enemy plant and tases you.”

“Zap-dead or Zap-tingles-oh-god-ow?”

“The latter. He doesn’t kill unless he has to.”

“Well, then I think this is a hilarious plan and I’m into it. but do you have a you-wig? I don’t want to cut off my hair.”

“Yeah, well, cutting your gorgeous hair would earn me a fate worse than death. A tragedy. A travesty. The worst timeline.” Luciel said, grinning. “Oh. And you should get used to calling me Seven.”

“Seven?” She blinked. Zen had called him that, so had people in the chat. Also the agent.

“Well, technically I’m Agent 707 EXTREME.”

“…extreme?” She smirked at him. 

“I was twelve, cut me some slack.”

“Oof, that’s too young, babe.” she said, laughing, and had to think back on what she’d said when she realized he’d gone as red as his hair. “Oh. I. Um.” Now she was blushing. Great.

“It’s fine.” he said quietly, and she just let it pass.

“Okay.” He said, grinning like an idiot. “This is my cosplay cave.”

Jaena didn’t know what she was expecting when he led her down to yet a deeper basement, but a fully furnished entire floor walk-in closet full of (irritatingly well organized) cosplay paraphernalia was not it.

“Vanderwood doesn’t come down here, says it scares him, so I figure we’ll set you up a place to sleep and game or whatever.”

“First thing I’m going to do is see if I can’t track down Unknown.” Jaena said, her voice tense.

“Oho! Another hacker! I thought that’s what you were getting at earlier.” He slung an arm around her shoulders. “Maybe cosplaying God Seven is a perfect choice then.”

Jaena laughed, but it was somewhat forced. “I might need to stay in that chat room and pretend nothing’s different if we want to convince Unknown that I’m still in the apartment.”

“There are cameras, he already knows you’re gone. Besides, I said I was coming to get you.” Seven said, dropping his arm. “But you’re right that keeping you in the chat isn’t a bad idea. Hell, then I can chat with you even when Vanderwood is here. V seems convinced that Rika wanted this, which… fuck, I am going to have to explain everything about Rika and the RFA now.”

“Wait.” Jaena said, “One thing at a time. Let’s just get me back in the chat, and you can tell them you took me somewhere safe, and we’ll let them explain the way V wanted them to. Less work for you. More time for me to track Unknown without having to explain what I’m doing.”

“Alright. First thing’s first, turning you into me.” Seven walked over to the wall of wigs, and grabbed one that was in fact a perfect replica of his own hair, and handed it to her. “Caps and pins are by the mirror on that wall. I’ll be right back with my spare hoodie.”

Jaena didn’t take long to get her hair braided and up out of the way under the wig. Her own hair lent a bulk under the cap that actually made it look more like his messy hair than she expected. Next step was seeing if he had anything she could use to bind her chest. Sure, he wore loose fitting clothes, but not loose enough to hide her obvious feminine features. 

Strolling over to what looked like the complicated underpinnings section of his closet, Jaena was simultaneously surprised and confused to find binders in multiple colors and fabrics. Weirdo. She chuckled, carefully stripping off her shirt and bra, and settling herself into a binder with a sigh. It had been awhile since she’d worn one of these, but they always made her feel safe. Contained. Hidden.

Behind her, Seven cleared his throat. “You aren’t wearing a shirt.”

Jaena turned to look at the ginger, a pile of clothes in his hands, and a light blush on his cheeks. “Silly boy, You’ve seen me in less. In public.”

“It’s oddly different when you’re in my home, though.” He tossed her a shirt, and she carefully slipped it on. “Also I don’t know how we’re going to hide your hips. I hope my jeans actually fit you. They might be too big. I didn’t think about that…” Seven trailed off as Jaena shed her own jeans without a second thought for modesty.

Jaena shrugged. “People see what they want to see.” She held out her hand, and he held out the jeans. “Oh, these should be fine.” she said after a glance at the size tag.

Seven of course had turned away, red as a tomato at Jaena’s lack of concern with him seeing her in various states of undress. When he dared to turn back, Jaena was once again fully clothed. In his clothes. She held her hand out for the hoodie and slipped it on, noticing something clink together in the pocket.  When she pulled it out, she saw a set of contact lens bottles, with Seven’s gold color floating in them.

“They’re blanks. I don’t know if you wear actual contacts or anything, but…”

“Nope! I have a smidge of farsightedness, but nothing worth correcting.” Jaena said, as Seven directed her over to the cosplay bathroom. 

“I’ll have to move some things so you can use this as an actual bathroom… no shower down here, but you can use mine…”

Jaena tried not to smile at his rambling, while sliding lenses in her eyes. Some part of her knew he could have put something in the contact solution, but she doubted he would. He’d made a point of handing her sealed containers, after all. She turned back to him and he beckoned her out of the bathroom space.

“Do a little spin?” He gestured, and she did a little spin. 

“What do you think?”

“Well, you’re no 707, but…. 606 maybe.”

“Aw, what’s wrong?” Jaena looked herself over, pursing her lips.

“The voice, Scarlet.” he said, laughing. “So maybe don’t talk to Vanderwood. Or whisper?”

“Okay.” she whispered, and Seven wrapped her in his arms and spun her around. She laughed, his joy was contagious.

“Now, I have to work lest Vandy actually tase me intentionally.” he said, pouting. “Come upstairs, I’ll get you set up with a laptop while I get some things running.”

<707 entered the chat> <Jaena entered the chat> Yoosung★: They’re back! 707: Sorry for the delay, figured if we didn’t want an intruder in Rika’s apartment, and the intruder also didn’t want to be there, best bet was to get them out. V: I’d like to explain what we’re about, and what we’d like from you. Before I go.

Jaena watched as the chat explained, each in their own words, about the RFA and the parties they host, and what they’d hope she’d be willing to do. She hadn’t the heart to tell them that she was due to fly back home in two weeks. Maybe if this was something she could do from her condo, but…

V: And I have to run. Take good care of our new member, everyone. <V left the chat> Yoosung★: Just like that he’s gone, like he was never here. Jumin Han: He is a busy artist. Jaena: V’s departure aside, thank you for all of that. Also I’m sorry for being rude earlier. Jumin Han: Oh, it has manners. ZEN: It’s a she. Jumin Han: Still haven’t proven that to me. Jaehee Kang: Nice to have another woman around, Jaena. Yoosung★: Wait, Seven, so Jaena is definitely a girl? 707: Hey wait Jaena, can I….?

Seven’s voice echoed down the stairs, “They want to see pics. I have ones from con?”

Jaena wasn’t sure how that would help them believe she was a real person, but also she’d looked heckin good at that con, so there was no reason not to.

Jaena: I guess? 707: [shot of Jaena as Erza, as he met her] Yoosung★: Seven… that’s just you in cosplay. ZEN: Seven, that’s just that girl you were crushing on last comic con. Jaena: …crushing on? ZEN: Oh yeah. Seven met this girl and hasn’t stopped talking about her basically since. Yoosung★: Oh yeah! His perfect Scarlet! 707: omg guys can you not… Jaena: Perfect Scarlet, eh Seven? 707: Oh no 707: uh 707: [Depressed Emoji] Yoosung★: omg is it actually her ZEN: WHAT?! ZEN: [Shocked Emoji] Jaena: I can’t send photos on this chat, but…

Jaena’s cheeks were hot, but she knew if she didn’t make herself look like a real person in their eyes they were going to disbelieve in her very existence.  She bit her lip as she flipped through her selfies and grabbed one of the ones she’d taken to prove to Lucy that she was alive, and sent it to Seven’s number from her real phone, which had multimedia messaging still enabled, unlike the thing that was practically a brick with a messenger attached.

Yoosung★: Seven make it so she can send us pics! 707: Oh, she sent me one from her actual phone. Here, current Jaena. 707: [Selfie of Jaena with Boba on SKY campus] Yoosung★: Hey that’s my school! Jaena: I was auditing a class there this last semester. Too bad we never ran into each other! ZEN: Seven would have been jealous. Jaena: Anyway that’s me. Sorry for dropping in on your chat like this. Jaena: Or I guess, getting kidnapped into your chat for some reason. Jaehee Kang: That is concerning. Jaena: Don’t worry, I’m not kidnapped anymore, I think. ZEN: Seven, you aren’t pranking us, right? ZEN: You weren’t Unknown, were you? 707: I am not Unknown. 707: I am grateful to him for bringing my Scarlet to me though! 707: [Heart Eyes Emoji] Jaehee Kang: I have too much work to do for whatever this chat is turning into. Jaehee Kang: Jaena, do reach out if you need some girl talk, though. Jaena: Back at you! Jumin Han: Yes, I too am going to excuse myself. <Jumin Han left the chat> <Jaehee Kang left the chat> ZEN: No offer of girl talk from Jumin, though, I see. Yoosung★: Wait, does that mean Seven has a girlfriend now? Jaena: Whoa whoa whoa Jaena: Nothing like that. 707: We’re friends though 707: We’re having soft tacos later. Jaena: ok catbug 707: nyaaa ZEN: NO CATS.  ZEN: I’m leaving. ZEN: But not because of you, Jaena. <ZEN left the chat> Yoosung★: I have to go too, the land of LOLOL is calling. <Yoosung★ left the chat> Jaena: Well, that was an abrupt end to a hectic conversation. 707: We don’t think it be like that, but it do. 707: I gotta work. You gotta work. Text if you need something. Jaena: Yes, sir! Perfect Scarlet, signing off. <Jaena has left the chat> 707: God help me, I’m never going to live that down. <707 has left the chat>

Later, sitting on her makeshift bed on the floor of the fancy-dresses section, Jaena stared at the image on the screen.  She’d managed to hack into surveillance cameras near where she’d been when she ran into Unknown.  Either he was cocky, or he was an idiot.  She’d managed to get a shot of his face from the nearby bank’s camera.

“Hey, Scarlet.” Seven said from the bottom of the stairs.

“Hey, Seven.” she said, not tearing her eyes from the screen. “Do you have a twin?”

[pawzunyan]

THIS PROPGANDA ISNT ENOUGH- So I made my own!

Konata Izumi is a shining example of a neurodivergent character to me. Let's talk about her most obvious autistic trait: her special interest in otaku culture.

She is a big anime fan. In the first episode, she explains when asked that despite being really athletic, she refuses to join a sports team because she would miss out on her prime time anime shows. She frequently complains about sports games going into overtime and pushing back when her anime airs.

She declares she will get a part-time job to afford to go to Comiket. This is played off as a joke, but later on, she tells her friends she actually did go out and get a job. Her friends try to think about what job she could've gotten once she's left, and they struggle to think of any she'd be good at. (This is shown through examples of her not meeting certain social expectations that would be expected of her on the jobs they think of. ex: Not being a good fit for things because they believe she would typically talk to customers with a flat affect, and speak in mumbles.) The next day, she reveals she works at a cosplay café. Her friends both think the same thing: "That's perfect for her!"

Konata Izumi frequently makes references to her favorite or the most popular anime in the time frame the show was made in. She struggles with focusing on anything (especially homework), if it does not somehow relate to her special interest in anime, manga, and games.

She struggles with language and exaggeration, frequently taking certain things more literally than they are usually meant. (ex: When she calls out of school one day, she tells her teacher she got "May sickness" a term for feeling sluggish during May. When she is scolded and told to come to school anyways, she later tells her friend, Kagami, "They call it the May sickness, so the excuse is totally legit." When asked if she honestly believes that she only replies,"Yes.")

She frequently changes how she behaves, how she talks or how she presents herself based on whatever anime, manga or game she's just gotten around to watching. (ex: Behaving like a rich-girl type and speaking fancier at school the morning after watching an anime presumably about a higher-class school.) (ex 2: there is a running gag where she calls a classmate "Sebastian" in reference to Black Butler starting in the same episode)

She is also known to collect things like toys, manga, dvda, and audio dramas. She mentions in one episode that she has a system for collecting things. Buying a copy each of everything. One for preservation, one to loan to friends, and one for herself. She also uses certain tricks such as weighing the boxes of blind box toys or feeling around the plastic bags to figure out which ones have the prizes she wants. (In a later episode she tries to see through the paper of a New Years' fortune slip before she picks one.)

There is so much more I could type but I don't want to write a 200 page essay about it. (Well maybe. I could do an episode by episode analysis, honestly!) She really resonates with me as someone who got way into otaku stuff as a young child as well.

Honestly, the best way to get know her is to simply watch the show yourself!  She's one of my favorite characters of all time and I genuinely think she is a very well-written autistic character regardless of author intent.

Please watch Lucky Star if you can! It's a lovely slice of life comedy for Otaku, and It's one of my ultimate comfort shows.

Autistic Anime Girls Group 3 Match 13

SUBMISSION PROPAGANDA:

Tohru -

"Ahh I'm rlly tired sorry, but this post is really good at explaining it!

https://www.tumblr.com/threeshadesofanime/184650558149/tohru-is-autistic?source=share "

*note: there are a few submissions where people linked posts-- I will reblog these posts separately.

Konata -

"otaku queen. is literally the :3 emote."

[wayward-dreamer]

Under The Red Hood

Square/s Filled: Red Hood (@anyfandomgoesbingo), Jensen Ackles (Tell Me A Story Bingo).

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word count: 3,458

Rating: Explicit 18+!

Summary: Y/N is a photographer, friend of a SPN crew member, who agrees to take the photos of Jensen in his Red Hood costume. They instantly catch each other’s eye, fighting the urge to jump each other until after the shoot is over.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut: Dirty talk, Oral Sex (male receiving), Hair pulling, Brief spanking, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it people), Fluff.

A/N: This one shot is also for @supernatural-jackles‘ Tell Me a Story Bingo, Square Filled: Jensen Ackles. Thanks to my twin @downanddirtydean for being beta on this one! And a special thanks to @wonder-cole as a conversation about Under the Red Hood sparked this fic idea! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)

Y/N walked through the studio lot, smiling as she walked past crew members that she recognized. Making her way to the costumes trailer, she adjusted the visitor badge around her neck, making sure it was visible. She had been on the Supernatural set a few times, each time going to visit her friend who worked in the costume department, and she always came back with amazing memories. Everyone was so nice and instantly made her feel welcomed, making her wish she could just ditch her actual job and somehow work there.

The last few times she had been there, she had only ever seen Jared. Jensen was an elusive figure in her mind, either never there when she was or extremely busy while filming that she never caught a glimpse of him. Hopefully that wouldn’t be the case this time around.

Finding the costumes trailer with ease, she walked up the small steps and knocked on the door. The door opened instantly, and she squealed as she saw her friend, Sarah, on the other side. They hugged tightly, happy to see each other as it had been a while since they had.

“Come in, come in,” Sarah muttered, gesturing quickly into the trailer.

She shut the door once Y/N walked in, her eyes scanned around the trailer at all the clothes in there.

“Wow, you’ve been busy,” Y/N said, smiling.

“Yeah, it’s a crazy week,” Sarah breathed, her hands on her hips as she looked around the small space. “But you have to see what I did.”

Sarah moved behind one of the clothes racks, and pushed a mannequin out, causing Y/N’s eyes to widen.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, as she walked closer to admire her friend’s handiwork.

Sarah was big into cosplay, making her own costumes and doing photoshoots, ones that Y/N was usually the photographer for. Sarah would also make outfits for other people, and as Y/N admired the Red Hood cosplay in front of her, she of course knew it was for someone else.

“Babe, this is fantastic!” Y/N couldn’t believe the detailing, her eyes constantly moving over every part of the costume.

“Thank you,” Sarah said, smiling wide. “And uh… it’s the real reason I called you here today.”

“Okay…” Y/N turned to her, folding her arms across her chest as she waited for her friend to explain.

Just as Sarah was about to speak, the door to the trailer opened and Y/N felt as if her knees were about to buckle. Jensen walked in, smiling at Sarah and giving her a hug, both of them discussing their days so far. She found herself staring at him, noticing that the cameras just didn’t do him justice. Seeing him right in front of her… she felt parched.

“Jensen, this is my friend, Y/N,” Sarah introduced them, smiling.

“Ah, so this is your photographer friend who I keep missing,” he said, a smile spreading across his face, every one of his brilliant white teeth beaming. “Good to finally meet you, Y/N.”

He offered her his hand, and she placed hers in his, telling herself to calm down as she shook it.

“You too,” she said, smiling back.

Sarah looked between them, knowingly. “Okay, so… the reason you’re here.”

“Yes, enlighten me,” Y/N muttered, turning to her.

Sarah looked between Jensen and her and smiled. “So, I made this on a whim, but then I remembered Jensen did Under the Red Hood and so I adjusted the measurements. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to do a photoshoot, and luckily he agreed.”

Y/N looked at Jensen and he shrugged, with a bright smirk on his face. She understood what Sarah was telling her straight away. She wanted her to take the photos. She was about to spend an extensive amount of time with this gorgeous man in front of her. She wasn’t nearly prepared for that.

“Well, luckily I have my camera in the car,” Y/N said, looking between them. “When are we thinking of doing it?”

“We’ve got an extended lunch, so we were thinking we’d head out to the old train tracks on the end of the road,” Jensen explained, his eyes boring into hers.

She nodded, trying to tell herself to speak but the words weren’t coming to her.

“So, you in?” Sarah asked, bouncing slightly on her feet, unable to contain her excitement.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, his eyes glancing over Y/N as the smirk never left his face. With that look, how could she say no?

“Let’s do it,” she replied, smiling wide.

“Awesome.” He gave her a small nod, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Yes!” Sarah yelled with a small laugh. “Alright, you get dressed and I’ll keep everything I need. We’ll meet you at the car?”

“Sure,” Y/N agreed, a small smile on her face as she looked at her friend.

With one last glance at Jensen, she left the trailer and walked back to the parking lot. She walked over to her car, opening the passenger side door and taking out her camera bag. She waited by Sarah’s car, smiling as she thought about the small interaction between her and the green-eyed actor. There was an attraction already, she could sense it, and she had to hope it wouldn’t be too presumptuous of her to ask him over to her apartment once he finished filming.

Hearing footsteps approaching after a few minutes, she turned to see Sarah and Jensen walking over. He was now in the Red Hood outfit, and she felt a heat radiate throughout her body. The leather cinched in all the right places, and she found it hard to look away from him as he got closer. Sarah unlocked her car, dumping her bag in the backseat.

“What do you think?” he asked, his arms out to his sides as he turned slowly.

She quickly glanced down, biting her lip as she admired the way the leather pants accentuated his ass. Their eyes met as he turned back around, both of them smiling flirtatiously.

“I think… you don’t want to know what I think,” she replied, biting her lip.

His eyes moved over her; the smirk still present on his face. “Maybe I do.”

She shook her head with a small laugh, turning away from him and opening the door to the backseat, sitting behind the passenger side.

“Very considerate of you to give me shotgun,” he said, looking back at her as he sat in the passenger seat.

“Well, it just means you have to shut your cake hole,” she countered, laughing.

“Fan of the show, huh?” he asked, smiling.

“Oh yeah,” she replied, nodding.

“You know, Jay…” Sarah started, as she pulled out of the parking space and drove towards the exit. “Y/N’s a Dean girl.”

She felt her cheeks heating up and was thankful she was sitting in the backseat, so he couldn’t see her.

“Good to know,” he said, softly as he continued to smile.

Sarah drove them out to the old tracks, surrounded by old factories that weren’t operational anymore. They got out of the car, both women taking what they needed with them, and walked along the buildings until they got to the tracks. Y/N suggested a few angles she could take photos from, seeing what would look better in the background before they started. She took a few photos of Jensen with the helmet on first, knowing it would easier on her if she couldn’t look into his eyes.

“Hey, do you think if they ever wrote Jason as older, you would do it?” she asked, as she checked over the last couple of pictures she took.

“If that happened, I certainly wouldn’t say no to at least auditioning,” he replied once he took off the helmet.

Sarah walked over, fixing his hair as told him to close his eyes, allowing her to cover his eyelids and around his eyes with the black makeup. She took out the red eye mask and fitted it over his eyes to his face, stepping back and admiring her work. Y/N was barely keeping it together before, and then Sarah had to go and add the damn mask.

Y/N took a deep breath as positioned herself with her camera again. It was becoming increasingly harder to look at him, and she was practically praying that Sarah would be satisfied by the number of photos soon, so that they could head out and she could actually do something about the way she was feeling. As she looked through the eyepiece, she saw him look at her directly and wink, before quickly turning back into the pose he was in. It was completely unfair that he knew the effect he was having on her and using it to his advantage.

Soon enough, Sarah looked through the photos and hugged her tightly, ecstatic about how they turned out. As she told her which ones to send to her, Y/N looked over at Jensen, smiling as she saw him looking at her. He walked over to Sarah, looking over her shoulder at the photos on the camera.

“These are great, Y/N,” he said, looking up at her. “Thanks for doing this.”

She smiled at him, shaking her head. “No problem.”

“Alright, we better head back,” he sighed, frowning slightly. “As much fun as that was, I have to get back to being Dean.”

“Well, you’ve still got some time before you have to be back,” Sarah said, looking between them. “So why don’t I take the car back and you two can talk?”

Jensen and Y/N looked at each other, before she looked at her friend and glared at her.

“I’ll take your camera for you, too,” she offered, walking over to Y/N.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asked, whispering as she continued to glare at her.

“You can thank me later,” Sarah whispered back, winking before she turned away.

“You two have fun,” Sarah called out, taking her bag and Y/N’s camera bag, along with the helmet to the costume.

“Wow, she really just left us out here,” Jensen muttered, his voice deep and gravelly. He chuckled as he looked over at Y/N, her laugh joining his.

“Yeah,” she agreed, shaking her head. “I guess we better get back.”

“Well…” he trailed off, turning to her. “I’ve got time to spare if you do.”

She looked at him, sighing as she bit her lip, contemplating what he was suggesting. “Where?” she asked, glancing around.

He smirked, offering her his gloved hand. “Follow me.”

Y/N slipped her hand into Jensen’s, allowing her to lead her past warehouses, coming to a small gap between two where he stopped. She turned to him and smiled, gasping as he leaned down, kissing her fervently. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself closer to him as he moved into her, pushing her up against the side of the warehouse. She pulled away from his lips, breathing harshly from the intensity of the kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you,” he mumbled against her lips, lightly nipping at her bottom one.

“I’m just glad you finally did,” she said, her eyes glancing over his outfit.

“Costume doing it for you, huh?” he asked, wagging his eyebrows.

“Fuck yes,” she gasped, grabbing his leather jacket in her hands and pulling him closer.

She kissed his pouty lips, softly sucking at the bottom one as she deepened the kiss, pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed together tightly, neither of them wanting to move as they continued their feverish embrace. She felt herself getting wet already, the attraction between causing her arousal to build.

“Fuck, I want you,” she whispered against his lips.

He groaned slightly as he pulled her closer and turned them around, his back now against the building. She reached for the belt on his pants, quickly unbuckling it as she unzipped the pants, tugging them down along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung free from the confines, and she bit her lip at the sight of him.

She hummed as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, bending her head to drop some of her saliva along his length. “Fuck, your cock is so perfect.”

She pumped her hand back and forth, smirking as he closed his eyes, tilting his head back against the wall. She moved down to her knees, smiling up at him as she leaned in, kissing the tip of his cock. She sucked at the pre-cum before moving her mouth over him, taking him in. She began to bob her head, his shaft sliding between her lips and hitting the back of her mouth with each stroke.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled, his hands moving into her hair. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

She moaned around him, the vibrations around his shaft shooting straight through his whole body, as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her wetness begin to soak her panties.

“Fucking love your mouth,” he grunted, as he watched her.

She looked up at him, winking as he watched his cock slide back and forth between her lips. She pulled back, gasping as her hand wrapped around it and stroked him, her saliva coating his shaft. His hand suddenly came down, stopping her movement.

“You got to stop, baby,” he said, breathing heavily. “I have to fuck you, and I won’t be able to if you keep going.”

She quickly stood up, stripping her jacket off and pulling up her top, revealing the black lacy bra she wore underneath. Jensen pulled back the Velcro of each glove, pulling them off and tossing them on the ground.

“Come here, darlin’,” he whispered, his Texas drawl seeping through as he cupped her face gently in his hands.

He leaned in, kissing her heatedly, her hands holding onto his wrists to keep him from moving. He moved one hand away from her face, his knuckles lightly brushing the soft skin of her stomach as it moved down to the top of her jeans. He opened the button and zip, slowly pushing his hand in and rubbing his fingers over the fabric of her wet panties.

“Jensen,” she gasped.

“Look what sucking my cock did, Y/N,” he said, smirking. “Can I see just how wet you are?”

She nodded, looking into his green eyes, still framed by the red mask. He slipped his hand past the waistband of her panties, his fingers moving lower between her folds. He groaned as they met her slick, smirking as he looked at her.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he groaned, smiling at her. “So ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she whimpered.

Jensen pulled his hand out of her panties and pulled her into him, turning her around and pressing her front against the wall. She gasped as she turned her head, looking back at him. He smirked at her as he hooked his fingers into the top of her jeans, pulling them down to her knees along with her panties. He let out a low grunt at the sight of her ass, his hand lifting up and landing against the globe, causing her to yelp.

“Fuck,” she gasped, a small chuckle leaving her lips.

He squeezed the flesh, smirking as their eyes met. “You like that, darlin’?”

She nodded, angling herself so that she could look at him.

“I’ll have to remember that for tonight,” he said, his voice low and deep.

She smiled, biting her lip at the realization that he wanted to see her again. He pushed his pants open a little wider, taking hold of his cock and placing it at her entrance. He teasingly pushed in an inch, the head of his cock moving in and then out, feeling her already clench around him.

“Fuck, Jensen,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me. Please.”

“Patience, Y/N,” he muttered, chuckling.

He pushed forward, his cock sinking into her heat right to the base, his pelvis pressed against her ass. He groaned, feeling her sheath him, clenching around him perfectly. He wasted no time, instantly setting a quick pace to his thrusts, moving deep within her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, her hands balling into fists against wall.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted, as he held onto her hips and pulled them back against his. “Feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Jay,” she gasped, looking back at him. “Fuck me harder, faster.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, making quick work of speeding up. He angled her hips and grunted, feeling his cock slide deeper into her and hit her sweet spot repeatedly as her walls clenched around him, causing her to cry out.

“Fuck yes! Right there,” she moaned, loudly. She had a brief thought that someone could hear them, but she forgot about it as he continued to thrust into her. “Fuck, Jensen, your cock feels so good inside me.”

His hand reached forward and wrapped around her hair, tugging it roughly. “Is that what you wanted, Y/N?”

“Yes, fuck yes!” she yelled. “God, feels so fucking good.”

He tugged her hair again, pulling her back towards him, her back pressed to his chest. He thrusted up into her, his lips close to her ear.

“Can’t wait for tonight,” he whispered, softly nipping at her ear lobe. “The things I’m going to do to you… you’re gonna be screaming my name all night, darlin’.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, turning her head and looking into his green orbs, his red eye mask still in place. She moaned loudly, feeling herself clench around him, as his thrusts began to falter. They were both close to their release, the coil within her winding tight.

“You’re close aren’t you, Y/N?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

“Yeah,” she cried out, nodding against his shoulder. “Make me cum.”

He grabbed her hips tight in his hands, his hips thrusting faster into her, the slap of skin mixing with their pleasured moans reaching their ears. She suddenly threw her head back, moaning as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she yelled. “Jensen, oh god yes!”

He felt his cock pulsing within her, causing him to stop his hips, as he throbbed and spurted ropes of cum within her, her walls contracting around him.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed.

Jensen leaned down, kissing her shoulder blade softly. He stood up and slowly pulled out of her, turning away from her as he pulled up his boxers. They redressed in silence, but Y/N couldn’t help but look at him as he fixed all the buckles and zips of the costume back into place. He glanced at her, smirking as he caught her looking at him.

“Man am I glad this worked for you,” he said, pulling the leather jacket back into place.

“Me too,” she said, softly as she smiled at him.

“I’ll have to remember it for another time,” he said, wagging his eyebrows.

She hummed, as a playful glint in her eyes as she looked at him. “Maybe you’ll have to be dressed as Dean next time.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, stepping closer to her and pulling her into him. “You’re full of surprises, babe.”

“Yes, I am,” she whispered, softly pecking his lips.

“So… about tonight,” he started, chuckling slightly. “Uh, you don’t have to take it, but… the offer’s there.”

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck. “There’s no way I’d give that up.”

He leaned in, kissing her sensually, pulling her close. Pulling away after a moment, he looked deep into her eyes.

“We really owe Sarah a big one,” he said, smirking.

“Absolutely,” she whispered, pulling him closer by his leather jacket and kissing him, passionately.

They hurried back to set, no one the wiser of what had occurred between them. Jared eyed him suspiciously, but he would just have to wait to hear that story. Y/N stayed for another couple of hours, soon saying her goodbyes to everyone and hugging Sarah, promising to tell her what happened later after she asked. As she grabbed her camera bag and left the set, she and Jensen exchanged looks, both of them smiling as they anticipated what would be happening later.

She walked towards her car, a spring in her step as she smiled, butterflies in her stomach as she couldn’t wait to spend the night with the green-eyed actor who had captured her heart.

And maybe, just maybe, it would end up being more than one night.

-x-

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[sasuhinasno1fan]

A wish for a different life - Adrien AUGreste Day 13

I know, ‘Sasu, you skipped Swap’. I did. The orignal idea had been Reflectdoll but instead of Juleka and Luka switching, it was going to be they found Chloe and Adrien, but I thought it didn’t make much sense for them to go through that and for Juleka to be ok with taking the ring off again. Then another idea had just them discussing who could make good holders but it didn’t work, so I decided to just made sense to skip it. Besides, when I was thinking of ideas oringally, I struggled with Swap so it worked out. It might get added back later. Anyway, enjoy

Cat Walker

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Juleka said for what was probably the millionth time.

During the cosplay shoot in the park, that Chloe had been invited to, she mentioned that the Agreste line was looking for models to walk the runway at Paris Fashion Week.

“What about Lila?”

“Please, with the amount of trouble she’s been getting into, her father would be crazy and utterly ridiculous to have her still walk.”

“Is that why she was screaming at her phone the other day?” Adrien asked, focused on putting eyeliner on Luka, who thankfully wasn’t plastered in white body paint. He was experiencing contacts for the first time though, which was interesting.

“It’s amazing that girl hasn’t been akumatized yet.” Chloe said, snapping open her fan prop. For a last-minute invite, she put together an outfit worthy of a descendant of Killer Bee. Did she know who he was, no, but she called herself a Queen Bee, so that’s all that mattered.

Apparently, she wasn’t just bragging the information. She actually paid attention to who fell into the pictures naturally and had suggested Juleka as a possible option to Nathalie, Gabriel’s assistant. Before the goth teen knew it, she was given a contract and payment for the event, plus rehearsals and fittings. Because she was in the same class, he decided she’d wear Marinette’s hat that won the competition.

Currently, she was in her trailer with Luka, looking over the suit she was given to wear. It was a black tweed suit and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail tied at the base of her head and her bangs were pinned back.

“You deserve this. You are going to kill it out there.” Luka praised, rubbing at his sister’s shoulders as they looked at her reflection. “guess we’re really gonna have to thank Chloe.”

“I kept expecting things to be a trick, but I have pay checks that say different. What do you guys think?” she asked Tikki and Plagg who were poking out of Luka’s jacket pocket.

“I think you look beautiful Juleka.” Tikki said.

“Yeah, not bad Blacky. You’ll knock them dead.”

Knocking on the door made the Kwamis duck back into Luka’s pocket before he called the person in.

“Hi!” Adrien said, dragging Marinette behind him. Her blue eyes seemed to be staring into the unknown and she held the hat box in her hands in a near death grip.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Did you know Chloe’s mom is Audrey Bourgeois?”

“The fashion critic? She’s actually here?” Juleka asked.

“This one saw her and she was telling Nadja that glitter is in and…” he gestured to Marinette as she burst into talking, like she’d been given a trigger word.

“It doesn’t have glitter. I can’t get glitter and it’s going to look horrible and everyone’s going to hate it. Why don’t I carry glitter? They’re gonna rip it off her head because it’s so horrible.”

As Marinette continued, with increasingly wild accusations, Adrien was able to pry the box from her. He gave it to Luka to hold as he pulled the top off and carefully pulled the derpy hat out, making sure the feather was secure. With the skill of fixing accessories during shoots, Adrien helped Juleka put the hat on, adjusting it until they were both happy before turning her so she could face Marinette, who thankfully stopped once she took Juleka in.

“Oh, you look amazing!”

“Fixed her.” Adrien joked.

“Marinette, they’re going to love your hat. I’m just honoured that they chose me to wear it.” Juleka said.

The door was knocked on again and Nathalie came in, her stern face softening a touch at the sight of Juleka. “You look stunning Ms. Couffaine. We’re ready for you.”

Juleka started to look a little nervous when her brother took her hands. “You are going to be amazing, ok? Remember, all Chloe did was suggest you. he picked you all by himself and you’ve proven yourself during each rehearsal. You can do this.”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “I can do this.”

The two shared a fist bump when Natalie took her wrist. “I’m afraid you’ll have to take off your ring. The only accessories we want seen are Agreste line.”

“Do I have to?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“I’ll keep it safe, don’t worry.” Luka promised.

Once it was safe in a ring box and with Luka, she followed the assistant while the others went to their seats. They got there just as Chloe’s mother was storming out, her husband and child following her. Chloe gave them a small nod and soon they were all seated.

“Maman was so mad she couldn’t come.” Luka said, looking over at Adrien’s mother who was able to get out of duties by being assigned to be here. “The yacht she’s charting today is full of people getting out of Paris for the duration of Fashion Week and only trust her to chart the course correctly.”

“Guess it pays to be good at your job. Don’t worry though, between all of us, plus Alya, she’ll have many angles to see her daughter.”

Nino, who had been hired to run the music, changed from the calming music to his set creation for the show. The sounds of cameras going off was added as the door to the stage opened and the first model came out. Before they knew it Juleka stepped out and started her walk down. with a hand in her pants pocket, she looked calm and collected. She was even able to give Rose a wink, if the sudden giddy giggling was anything to go by. It was when she started to pose for the cameras at the end of the catwalk did things take a turn.

An explosion of glitter dropped to the stage as an Akuma stood. She too was covered in a blinding glitter.

“Where’s the fashion disaster Agreste? I demand he come and knell at my feet for what he’s done to me.”

“I think it’s Chloe’s mom.” Luka said, eyes not leaving his sister.

“He’s not here.” Juleka said.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to go for you Lila.”

“Wait-”

Clearly the news the Lila had been replaced didn’t reach Chloe’s mother as she shot Juleka was a blast that left her a gold statue and had started the crowd in screaming and scrambling to the door. Luka used it to hide so he could transform. But Adrien had gotten separated from his mother and everyone else.

Plagg had an idea as to how this could play out. Luka going to get another Miraculous, maybe loose it so Chloe would find or even able to defeat Style Queen himself. Maybe even a shred of mercy when she realised Juleka wasn’t Lila and let her go herself. But he decided to be selfish. It was luck his power hadn’t gone completely haywire that time. This time, Scarlet Bug would have back up.

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As sad as it was to say, Adrien was getting used to the Akuma attacks. He didn’t appreciate it when they went after his friends though. He was worried about Juleka, and Luka who seemed to disappear when everyone rushed to get out. The Akuma, who announced herself as Style Queen, apparently didn’t know Lila wouldn’t be there and had taken to attacking random people once they started to run away. He hoped his mother was also safe, along with the rest of his classmates.

Hearing how quite it was, he decided to risk it and leave, just to see if the Akuma had left. He just opened the door, when something landed in front of it. He let out a screech, which was quickly silenced with a hand over his mouth as he was pushed back into the bathroom, he’d hidden in. his heartrate slowed once he saw it was Scarlet Bug, a finger to his lips telling him to be quite.

“What are you doing here? I thought you’d be fighting Style Queen.”

“It’s harder than it looks. Any attack goes right through her and her glitter blasts are powerful. Also, Cat got glitterized before she could transform.”

Adrien had a list of the times Akumas had been hard to fight when Catseye wasn’t there. This was even more important with Juleka in danger.

“I do have a backup, but.” Scarlet Bug pulled his yoyo off his side and swiped at it, dipping his hand into the white ether space, pulling out a black and red box. “Adrien Rossi, with the promise that you’ll return this at the end of the battle, will you accept the Cat Miraculous?”

“W-what?”

“The Ladybug and Cat Miraculous are permanent heroes for a reason. I need help to stop Style Queen. Can you help me?”

Adrien looked from Scarlet Bug to the box in hand. Save Paris? Could he even? Maybe not, but Juleka, Catseye and everyone else was in trouble. “You’ll have my back?”

“I will, I promise.”

Adrien gently took the box from him, opening it and jolting when a black ball of light burst from it. In its place was a black creature, with whiskers and ears like a cat.

“Pleasure to meet you kid, name’s Plagg. God of destruction.”

“Adrien.”

“Well Adrien, ready to save the day?”

He put on the silver ring, which looked oddly familiar for some reason.

“Say Plagg, Claws Out to transform and if you manage to survive the whole fight without detransforming, Claws In. Ladybird here can give you the low down on your powers.”

He nodded. “Plagg, Claws Out!” a burst a black, almost similar to the Cataclysm, covered Adrien and left him with black hair and a dark green military uniform with gold detailing. Unlike Catseye, his ears and tail weren’t real, but instead fake. He took in how the green took over his eyes as he tugged on one of the ears. “Not my best choice, but that’s fine. So where do you think Style Queen is?”

“I followed her to the Agreste House and she left when I got there, heading to the Eiffel Tower. Come on, I can explain everything on the way there.”

The power and ability to jump with no issue was, unreal. His body somehow knew when to use the staff for an extra boost and how to balance himself in certain areas.

“You’re pretty good at this.”

“I have no clue how.” Was all he said back as they started to scale the national monument.

When Chloe saw them and started to wave them over, they quickly jumped onto the stairs where she was. Adrien tried not to do anything as she stared him up and down, no doubt confused at his presence.

“Where’s the gem cat?”

“In trouble. What’s going on?”

“She’s got Juleka in a barrier up there. Mom put her item inside it with her and I couldn’t get it to break. She’s actually starting to disintegrate. Do you have a plan to do this? Does he even know what he’s doing?”

“Chloe, we will stop her, ok? First you should get out of here.”

“And just what do you think you’re doing Claudine?” Style Queen suddenly appeared. “You’re fired.”

Adrien didn’t think so much as grab Chloe and jump out of the way. At such an odd angle, he landed and had to grab onto the railing to keep them both from tipping over.

“Go, go!” he said, pushing Chloe towards the stairs, only looking to see her start to rush down before he had to dodge another blast. Pushing himself off the walls in the stairwell, he made it to the outside where he saw Scarlet Bug hanging onto his yoyo. They were able to hide in a corner, which thankfully also gave them a view of the dome. Juleka was disintegrating fast. They needed to do something.

“Don’t move, ok?” Scarlet Bug let his yoyo loose calling for Lucky Charm quitter than usual. A spotted tube of something landed in his hand. “What even is this?”

“That looks like a tube of industrial superglue.” Adrien said. When he saw the raised eyebrow, he shrugged, a little red. “I cosplay a lot. I recognise supplies by looks.

“Well alright then.”

“There you are!”

They shot out of the hiding spot to avoid another blast, landing and skidding to a stop. Adrien watched Scarlet Bug look around, no doubt trying to figure out what to do. He did shove him out of the way from another blast. The force nearly caused them to slip off the platform but thankfully they were stopped by the yoyo.

“Any ideas you have would be appreciated.” The spotted hero said, as they dangled much like they had the first time they met.

Adrien glanced around himself when he noticed the French flag hanging from a post. “You know glitter is a bitch to clean up right? Gets everywhere and almost never comes out? Well, I’ve found that using a lint roller helps get a lot of it up. What if you made your own?” he said, pointing up to the flag.

“You are a freaking genius. Ok, but how do we get Juleka out? We can’t waste Cataclysm on the barrier when we need to break the item.”

Adrien thought to a post Alya had done of Catseye after he’d finally convinced her of the cat hero’s importance. “that move that makes a hole, what’s it called? It’s only been documented once.”

“Black Hole? It uses a lot of your energy. You’d have to move fast to use Cataclysm right after before you change back.”

“Only choice we have honestly.”

“Fair. I’ll throw you up, hold on. Just keep her distracted as much as possible.”

As soon as Adrien was up in the air, he had to twist from another blast. With his staff, he managed to get back onto the platform and running on all fours, kept out of the way of the golden blasts. Style Queen wouldn’t stop yelling at him to stop moving. He kept an eye on Juleka, who was losing more of her body by the second. When Style Queen let out a screech different from her usual ones. Scarlet Bug landed again, but this time with a flag in hand, currently half covered in glitter.

“This might not last as long as we wanted.” He said as Adrien got behind him. “Focus on where you want the hole to open to before calling for it.”

“Ok. Well, when I do that, use your yoyo as quick as possible.”

With Style Queen’s attention of the person stealing parts of herself, Adrien pressed his palm onto the floor and focused on the Seine. God knew the river had seen enough, but hopefully a floor from the Eifel Tower could be forgiven.

“Black Hole!” with a pulse from the ring, the whole floor was covered in black. Once Adrien got a gut feeling he lifted his hand and the floor disappeared. “Scarlet!”

Faster than he’d ever seen him throw his yoyo, a whole web was created, the table Juleka was on the most secure part. Adrien landed on one length of wire, and much like Yura from Inuyasha, he jumped up and towards the table. The minute he saw the rose, he called, “Cataclysm!”

The purple butterfly emerged from the destroyed rose only to be scooped up by the yoyo, which did leave them falling down at least until Reset was called and they were placed gently on the ground in front of the tower, both Juleka and Chloe’s mom back to normal.

That’s when Adrien felt his head spin and he stumbled as Scarlet Bug caught him. His voice sounded fuzzy and far away.

“My head.” He felt himself being lifted and the world moved a bit, with him groaning with it before he was put to sit on something and he felt some pressure be removed.

“Kid?”

Blinking carefully, he looked up and saw Plagg floating in front of him and both him and Scarlet Bug looking worried.

“What happened?”

“there’s a reason Cataclysm is the only power used. Using both Black Hole and Cataclysm, on your first try? You’re lucky you’re not completely knocked out.”

“I’m sorry, I should have come up with another idea.” Scarlet Bug said.

“You didn’t have one, did you? there wasn’t much choice. Ugh, ow.”

“No but still. Where you with someone at the show?”

“My mom. Mama! I have no clue what – ow.” He whined.

“Ok, come on. I’m taking you to her and you’re going home.

“Oh wait.” Adrien pulled off the ring and handed it to Plagg, giving him a small, but pained smile. “It was really nice working with you.

“You too kitten.”

Scarlet Bug seemed to give Plagg an odd look, but he pulled out the box and they watched Plagg go back into the ring and tuck itself safely inside. He picked Adrien up again and as gently as he could, headed back to the venue for the fashion show. He barely remembered them finding his mom, just that he was tucked into her back in the car, her whispering soft Italian to him as he looked out the window. Scarlet Bug was surrounded by paparazzi and news anchors but he seemed entirely focused on Adrien. He was tucked in bed for a while, his whole room dark as he waited for the painkillers his mom gave him to fully kick in when Alya sent a link to the class group chat.

Scarlet Bug and the appearance of Cat Walker

Everyone had comments on the name. Adrien wish he got a chance to introduce himself. He would have gone with Kuro Neko. Or even Chat Noir. Yeah, Chat Noir sounded like a good name.

[usakiboi]

Got a list of fic ideas collecting dust because I suck at writing, if there’s any Sakuhina or Sasuhina fans who are experiencing writers block I got you

Sasuhina 🖤💜

Hinata searches for a reason to die but instead gets a boyfriend in return

After the death of her husband, Hinata Uzumaki is left fending for herself and two children. What’s a single mother to do than get a job, though she may have taken the wrong path

-sugar daddy

-boruto kiddies

-Divorced Sakura and Sasuke

-Sakulee (you can change this if you want)

-Sarada plays soccer

Bonus: “God I should have listened to my parents, this marriage was a lost dream and gave nothing in return...” Sakura groaned

“I wouldn’t say that, I did enjoy your company despite your constant talking....plus something good DID come out of it.” Sasuke held amusement in his voice and pointed towards Sarada

The girl ran across the field like lightning, she slid pass the other girls and as she reached the goal she pulled her leg back “CHA!” the ball flew so fast Sakura could have sworn she saw fire come from it. As the ball made impact with the goal the two parents had the pleasure of seeing their daughters victory dance “Uh-huh! Oh yea! I did that! Uchiha princess, Sarada Uchia BABY!”

“I Hate My Husband”

Hinata and Sasuke are married and she can’t stand him

“26 and Lonely”

Sasuke and Hinata are unexpectedly transferred to modern society to apparently help themselves get together. The only problem is that they’re both losers and seem to hate each other

-Hinata is a game addict, anime fan, and often cosplays

-Sasuke is hella emo and also a game addict, huge nerd

-They both are very different from the past Hinata and Sasuke

-Sasuke wears really nerdy glasses

-Bully Naruto and Sakura

-Hinata slowly picks up the modern day lingo

-26 year old virgin Sasuke

Hinata Hyuuga, pure blue blood, childhood best friend of Sasuke Uchiha, and certified bitch. Cheating, OOC, daddy’s money

Hinata is a spirit medium in training and comes across a spirit that can’t seem to rest until her last wish is fulfilled which leads her to befriending Sasuke Uchiha.

Someone’s been leaving lunch boxes out for Sasuke and he’s determined to figure out who

-Kiddie fic

Sasuke somehow gets magical powers after eating a plum from a strange women, the only problem is that he takes a less than desirable form when he wants to use them

-Magical girl Sasuke

-Yes he becomes a girl

-Hinata has a crush on girl sasuke

Sasuke is prince trapped in a birds body and his need a princess to kiss his damn beak to save him

Hinata Hyuuga and Sasuke Uchiha two of the richest children in Japan attend Konoha High as the school’s top students. One is a known delinquent and the other is a class president..or at least that’s how people see her

-Future Mafia leader! Hinata

-Sasuke is her lackey

-They’re often seen together

-Badass Hinata

-Smiles when she taunts her victims

-Sasuke is lowkey creeped out by her

The Hyuga family known for their tech and booming businesses are one of the richest family in the world, but is that really where they’re getting all their income from. Sasuke Uchiha doesn’t believe so and with the help of his brother and family police business he plans to bring to light the dirty ways of the Hyuuga...you know...if the heiress doesn’t blow his head off first

Sakuhina 💖💜

Sakura is a football player, Ino is her cute cheerleader friend/crush, and Hinata is the new girl who she bullies

-Sakura plays with the boys team

-Wallflower Hinata, wears sweaters and long skirts and glasses

-Mean girl Ino

-Mean girl Karin

-Hinata can fight (it’s what gets Sakura to notice her)

-Set in America

Sakura is a fitness trainer and while Hinata enjoys yoga she wouldn’t mind having the woman spot her once or twice

Hinata is a good mother and a good wife, she just so happens to have a few health problems and she just so happens to only want one doctor to look after her. It wasn’t anything serious

Tired of their husbands absence, Hinata and Sakura confide in each other for consolation

Pissed off by their father’s lack of attention, Boruto and Sarada decided to set up their mothers

Sakura can’t help that she had a crush, Hinata was nice, Naruto didn’t notice the girl and Sasuke rejected her. Neither had a man, it was bound to happen.

Sakura finally understands why she’s fascinated by big boobs (Rated M)

Hinata is a witch and she has a crush on a human girl

Sakura couldn’t believe it. A mermaid. She found a mermaid! A busty mermaid.

Hinata has always had a thing for muscles

Hinata has an amazing body and Sakura gladly reminds her.

Hinata and her husband has a secret. (Crossdresser! Sakura) (Victorian era)

Normally witches have black cats yet Hinata has a pink one

Your Choice

Sarada has anger issues and Sakura and Sasuke take her to a specialist to figure out the root of the cause and see if they can fix it. Luckily the woman is pretty cute.

-Child psychologist Hinata

-Humor/Romance

-Sarada overshares a lot and changes the subject quickly

Team 7 is sent on a mission to protect the Hyuuga Heriesses on their way to a diplomatic meeting

Hinata is the chosen holy priestess yet unfortunately she sucks at what she does

-Twin sisters, Shion and Hinata

-They’ve been locked up for years

-Hanabi loves her sisters when she meets them

-Hiashi redemption?

-Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura are left to watch over them

Hinata, Naruto, Sasuke, and Gaara are officially the four great priest of their world after the demise of the previous. Unfortunately they were still in training so they have...a lot to work on

-Water priest Hinata/Wind priest Naruto/Fire priest Sasuke/Earth priest Gaara

-Sakura is a bodyguard for Hinata

-Comedy Rated T

Hinata plays mom for a very sick Team 7

Sakura has a crush on two dark haired beauties

<3

[mahesiyah]

Another Minako Aino Headcanon

CW: sexism, toxic masculinity, body-shaming, sexual harassment

There's an episode in Sailor Moon R where Makoto and Minako get into an argument after offering two very different sets of advice to Chibiusa, who the two of them recently saved from being harassed by two dumb boys.

Except Minako didn't actually view the situation as harassment, per se. She tells Chibiusa that "Boys always tease the girls they like," which Makoto promptly disagrees with, saying that the boys were being bullies. (I love Minako to death, but she is soooo wrong here.) Anyway, the debate quickly turns personal, and Minako and Mako end up angry at each other for half of the episode.

The thing that always irritated me about this episode though, is that Mako never revisited Minako's comment about the boys' behavior. When all was said and done and Mako and Minako made up with each other, I have no reason not to think that Minako still continued to hold her belief that boys pull the pigtails of the girls they like.

Which is complete bullshit, btw.

But according to my headcanon, she continued to believe that, even into adulthood. In fact, her misguided belief had a negative impact on her career as a cosplayer and streamer.

Of course she had plenty of fans who were well-mannered and not chauvinistic pigs, but too often would Minako have to put up with unsolicited comments at conventions such as:

"Wow, your ass looks so good in that cosplay!" *non-consensual butt smack*

Or downright mean comments like:

"Aren't Samus's tits supposed to be bigger?"

And also:

"I bet you've never even played a Metroid game! Name all the enemies!"

And put up with them she did.

Minako was afraid of losing fans. She believed that if she stood up for herself, these dudes would call her a "bitch" and stop supporting her. She felt like she needed to be happy, smiling, sexy, pleasant, and accommodating at all times in order to remain a successful cosplayer.

But a few years after Minako started streaming, comments became so much worse in this regard. By this point in time, Minako has two kids: a 4-year old girl and a 2-year old boy. She still goes to cons in cosplay, but not nearly as often as she used to. She chose for her primary source of income to be through streaming, in order to spend more time at home with her children.

It was during this time that Minako (as well as other female streamers) started to see an influx of toxic male audience members that would enter all kinds of sexist and abusive things in the chat to demean not only her gaming skills, but her as a human being. They told her that she didn't belong in the streaming community because she was a woman. And the toxicity began happening constantly.

One night, things got so bad that Minako stopped airing her scheduled stream halfway through and broke out in tears. She called Mako on the phone and told her everything that was going on. Mako dropped everything she was doing and rushed over immediately to be with her best friend.

Sobbing in Mako's arms, Minako told her that she finally realized these people weren't really her fans, but total assholes instead. With a gentle and sympathetic tone, Mako reminded Minako of Haruka's encounters with shitty male competitors during her racing career, and how she didn't let that stop her from becoming one of the top racers in Japan. And it would've broken Mako's heart to see her chased out of living her dream. Mako wanted the best for Minako. She wanted her to stand up for herself.

Inspired by Haruka's bravery and motivated by Mako's encouragement, Minako decided that she was tired of putting up with toxic behavior. Minako loved cosplay, playing video games, and entertaining people, and she was great at all of them. She had worked hard to improve her skills, and she was no longer going to be bullied out of doing what she loved.

But not only that. Minako had two young children to think about. She didn't want her little girl to deal with the same sexist shit that she did. And she didn't want her little boy to become a monster that would spout such sexist shit. She realized it was her duty to teach her kids about why toxic masculinity, despite its prevalence, is harmful.

Minako eventually rallied the support of other female and non-cis-male streamers, as well the cis-male streamers who weren't jerks, and they all spoke out against bullying in gaming and streaming. The matter reached international attention, and many video game designers called out these toxic jerks for being such, well, toxic jerks. Met with embarrassment and shame after being ridiculed by the people they admired, these toxic jerks crawled back into their holes and were never heard from again. 🙂

[goggles-mcgee]

Too Late: Adrien (Commission for miner249er)

Chapter 5 of the commission for @miner249er !

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The Seine became a comfort spot for Adrien after everything happened, his original comfort spot had been the top of the Eiffel Tower but with his ring gone, that wasn’t an option. Actually many places weren’t on his list of options any more due to his ring being gone and due to his identity as both Adrien Agreste: Teen Model and Heart Throb, as well as Adrien Agreste: Possible Accomplice to Hawkmoth and Mayura, and the possible face behind the cat mask, Chat Noir, became “known” after the whole Protector incident. Paris’s last akuma, and Adrien’s last normal day, last peaceful moment. He had been naïve before and hadn't even known it. He had tried too hard to get past the rose-tinted glasses his father basically prescribed he wore everyday and when he thought he had gotten rid of those he was too blind to notice the rose-tinted contact lenses he himself put in willingly every day after.

But those contacts had been dried and ripped and tossed in the trash. Now he couldn’t even take a simple walk without wearing a wig, clothes he never considered wearing before and some he knew his father wouldn’t approve of so there were some silver linings, and he would slightly contour his face and thank his old makeup artists for teaching him some makeup skills he could do himself. Plus it helped that he had been doing research on cosplaying and what it took to look like other people, tip number one was contouring your face, and that’s just what he did when he wanted to leave the house and have some alone time. True alone time, not supervised alone time with Simon, aka Gorilla, and not alone time at a distance with his mom, which he was so grateful to have back, but with the rumors surrounding his father and Nathalie and the way she came back on live TV, their alone time happened together.

It was wonderful to have his mother back, but it did not dull his pain. Not even her hugs or her kisses or her sweet words could pull him from the edge of his guilt-ridden thoughts. Every day, every damn day, he would think how this all was his fault. Maybe if he had been a better son, a better model, a better something, maybe his father wouldn’t have abused the Butterfly Miraculous the way he did. Maybe Gabriel, because even Adrien had to admit that the man was severely lacking in that department and had in a very long time, would have trusted him and told him what was going on. Then, perhaps, Adrien could have convinced his Father not to get Nathalie involved and to maybe let Ladybug help or even the Guardian. If Gabriel had just let his son in like Adrien had craved for so long, then maybe all this pain and anger wouldn’t be bleeding out of each and every pore of everyone in Paris.

Maybe then the Protector wouldn’t have had to...well, protect like she felt she had to. Adrien had never thought Marinette to be a scary girl, in fact, ‘Marinette’ and ‘scary’ in the same sentence seemed like something out of a parallel universe if anything. In his memories, because that’s all he had left of the girl, those and a broken arm and finger, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had always been happy and sweet and determined and so much more. Or, that was what he thought, that’s all he observed. He never took her sorrow or hurt seriously and it was that thought that had been plaguing him night and day ever since she went missing.

Her disappearance wasn’t the only ‘big’ thing that had happened in the honestly short amount of time he and his class encountered The Protector, he refused to call that akuma Marinette, there was just no way she thought of him and their classmates like that. There was no way. The only conclusion he could come to was that Gabriel had more control over the akuma than usual. Maybe even twisted her feelings into something darker. It has happened before...he’s sure of it. From what he knows about the Butterfly Miraculous, which was really not a lot even with his small crash course with Master Fu after he tried to make sense of everything, the Butterfly can enhance emotions. Who’s to say that he couldn’t twist those emotions? I mean...even Master Fu said he was tainting the Miraculous in ways that even he couldn’t predict. Maybe all that misuse could have changed it.

This could have been avoided . Was another constant thought that hung before him seemingly as a reminder. This should have been avoided.

Anger, no fury, overtook him but he managed to not let it out in a scream, or worse physically on something. He no longer had his usual outlet when his emotions got too big or too much, so he did the only thing he could remember his father teaching him. Mask it. Hide it all beneath a mask of indifference. Before he had hated it, hated the way Gabriel had sounded almost proud of the lesson he was giving his son, like it was one of his single most important pieces of fatherly advice he could bestow upon Adrien. Now though? Now it actually came in handy and Adrien loathed it, everything about it, but if he made a scene out in the open, it wouldn’t matter if he had a disguise on or not. People would stare, people would talk, people would try to help and he just could not handle any of that.

“We could all use you right now M’Lady…” He muttered to the air and himself, a part of him hoping that in some way the message would reach the girl he was thinking of.

That was another thing that was bringing him migraines if he thought too much about it, which he did, constantly. He didn’t just have to come to terms with the fact that one of his best friends had gotten akumatized and promptly went missing after said akumatization, or the fact Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sancoeur were basically determined to be the villains Hawkmoth and Mayura by public opinion and “coincidences” that looked an awful lot like proof, there was also the fact his mother literally rose from the grave...or from her coma that Adrien had no idea about, but to top everything off was the very real fact that Protector, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Multimouse, was actually Paris’s beloved heroine Ladybug. His mind was still trying to make it make sense. To make it all make sense. But it was that last bit that was still throwing him for a loop.

He just couldn’t seem to fuse the identities together. Both girls held importance in his life, just in different ways. There were so many memories that were thrown at him that were practically begging him to see, see how the two were actually one and the same. There was just this other part of him that refused to see it, refused to acknowledge it, because, and it was a bit embarrassing to admit even to just himself, he was mad that he had declared that he would know Ladybug anywhere. Adrien had even convinced himself that he would absolutely be able to know who she was beneath the mask if he had just seen her. Turns out he had seen her out of the mask more often than in and it hurt.

To make matters worse, if anything could even be worse , he bitterly thought as he kicked a stray stone, he was pretty sure his class knew or at least suspected he was Chat Noir after their shared Protector experience. Yet none of them said anything, there were no new rumors floating about, there were no news coverage about him in particular other than how Paris was sending his mother and him their prayers, others were not as nice and speculated they were both involved in his villainy. The biggest thing though was that no one was reaching out to him to talk about what happened, to talk about his injury and the fact that the akuma took his ring so openly in front of people, they reached out...just not for any of that. They gave their sympathy, their curiosity, their anger, but none of them asked him about being Chat Noir and it was killing him having to wait for the other shoe to drop.

If it even drops.

Adrien sighed harshly and burrowed deeper into the hoodie he had slipped on before he had snuck out of his house. While aimlessly walking he spotted a bench and promptly slumped onto it. One hand idly picked at the chipped paint of the bench while the other clutched his hoodie above his heart. It hurt. It hurt enough to make him cry and well, he was alone so why not just cry? The guilt, the shame, the anger, the loneliness, all of it had turned into some blob of a creature that took hold of his heart and squeezed. He had to close his eyes, he didn’t know why, but it felt like it was one of the only ways to get comfort. Again, he was proved wrong as he began to remember The Day of The Last Akuma as all of Paris had taken to calling it, Adrien referred to it as the day he failed Marinette.

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Adrien winced as Marinette had taken hold of both his hands in hers, the gesture would have been sweet if it weren’t for the pressure. “ Save it. I don’t want your superficial pity. You Adrien Agreste are the biggest liar I know next to Lila. You knew she was lying. You knew she was lying from the start seeing how Ladybug told you herself that Lila and her were not friends. Oh yeah I know about that, in the park, or how about when Lila was akumatized to be the Chameleon, which by the way Lila very unoriginal and I’m fairly certain you were akumatized on purpose but hey what proof do I have right? And she pretended to be you because she didn’t like what you had to say about her lying. Yet you still didn’t tell your so called friends about her, because you don’t care about anyone but yourself! I learned that the hard way. I believed you when you said we were in this together and that if we both knew then that was enough and that we should take the moral highroad. What a joke ! I am truly disgusted with myself for ever thinking I was in love with you. ”

His hands hurt but that was nothing compared to his heart when Marinette had finished her speech, but the hurt was outweighed by his confusion. Looking around he could tell that their classmates were not expecting Marinette’s words to him. Some were probably still reeling from her harsh words about them but all eyes were on him and Marinette, and they were wide, whether it be in hurt, horror, shock, or all of the above. It seemed like the stares didn’t bother Marinette in the least, but they sure were getting to Adrien. “ W-What? You love me? ”

The hollow laugh he had gotten in reply was like a stab to the heart, he could feel Plagg scratching at his shirt from inside his white overshirt, he knew he had to get out of there so he could transform but Marinette still had a grip on him. “ Men. Of course that’s the only thing you focus on. If you actually listened to me and were a decent human being for once in your pathetic sad model life, you would have noticed that I said, was . I was in love with you, but after everything? You’re nothing but an obstacle in my way. ”

“ Mari please- ,” Adrien tried to reason with her as he tugged at his hands gently to see if there was any slack, again he winced in pain when Marinette tightened her hold, her gaze never wavering from him. The fury in her eyes could practically melt him.

“ That is not my name! If I did go by that name again you would not get to call me that anyways, nicknames are a privilege, they are shared between friends. Last I checked, we’re not friends, maybe we never were to begin with, and that goes for all of you too! ” Marinette hissed out sharply as she finally tore her gaze away from Adrien and looked at their classmates, their friends. It was the first time since this whole situation started that Adrien felt he could breathe despite the fact his hands were in an iron-clad like clutch. He didn’t have the heart to look in the eyes of everyone to see how they took Marinette’s words.

“ Marinette, this isn’t you! You need to fight the akuma, it’s making you say these things I know it is! But if you just calm down and fight it I know Ladybug and Chat Noir will be here to save the day. ” Adrien rambled away, and if he had been paying attention, he would have seen the way Marinette’s spine had straightened, how the atmosphere and temperature felt like it had dropped, and the way her calm fury took a turn. No he missed that all in favor of trying to see if one of his friends would agree with him and help him calm Marinette down long enough for him to sneak out and transform so Chat Noir could heroically swoop in to save the day.

“ Did he say akuma? ” He heard Rose semi-whisper to Juleka who merely nodded in confusion.

“ Marinette doesn’t look like an akuma though …” Nathaniel mumbled meekly.

“ Have you sheep learned nothing? There is more to people than what meets the eye.” Marinette sing-songed, and it was brief, so painfully brief but enough to draw scared gasps from everyone in the class, Marinette’s eyes had flashed from their normal cheerful blue to a darker almost violet color and the whites of her eyes turned purple. Everyone scurried back, even Mlle Bustier, all except Adrien who was still caught in her grip near the doorway that they were now blocking, and Lila who was just staring at Marinette in interest and poorly acted out fear from her seat that used to be Marinette’s. Everyone was calling out to her and telling her to run to them but the girl continued to sit there “frozen” in fear. “ And it seems like you are finally opening yours. ”

“ Oh Marinette how did this happen to you? I thought you were better than this? To get akumatized over me and showing everyone your true nature! Don’t worry guys my best friend Ladybug will be here soon to rescue us. ” Lila gushed out, not catching the wary glances that some were giving her.

“ Oh Delilah, do shut up. ” Marinette harshly mocked in response, Lila looked as though she had been smacked, everyone else was confused, Adrien included. “ What? Oh you guys didn’t know? Liar Rossi’s real name is Delilah, so let’s add that to the growing list of wrongdoings of one Delilah ‘Lila’ Rossi .”

Adrien breathed a sigh of relief when Marinette released his left arm, only to freeze when he felt her grab his right forearm with one hand, and his right hand with the other. Her fingers were so close to his ring, his heart was racing and he could feel Plagg stiffen in panic as well. “ Stop. Marinette. I’m begging you. This isn’t the way to deal with things, this will only make everything worse! ”

Marinette’s attention was torn from Lila to him and Adrien felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was sweating, and he felt like anything he did or said next would give him away as Chat Noir but he had to do something. Master Fu trusted him with this. Ladybug probably trusted him with this too, sure Fu hadn’t told him why she was gone but maybe this was a test or something? Maybe this wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Hopefully this wasn’t as serious as Fu made it out to be, because if it was he was not doing good. At all. “ Worse? No Agreste, I’m making things better. I’m protecting the people of Paris one last time from all of you, but especially from Rossi. Her lies harm people, her very being brings harm upon anyone she meets, and will continue to do so if someone doesn’t stop her. If someone doesn’t protect them from her. Since you couldn’t have a spine and keep one simple promise to be in this together with me, I have become what I needed to be and what Paris temporarily needs me to be just for today. I am its protector, I am The Protector.”

The pressure around his arm increased and he could do nothing but gasp in pain and try to pull away even as he was forced on his knees due to the pain. It was at this point that Lila got up and edged back, seeming to finally understand the danger she was in. The danger she unleashed. Marinette, no, the akuma, the Protector didn’t even spare her a glance as she added more and more pressure. The pain had distracted him from what she was doing at the same time, taking his ring. He hadn’t even noticed when finally a SNAP! rung out in the classroom and a scream could be heard. It took him a while to realize it was his own till he was cradling his limp arm to his chest and crying. He could hear the others shouting and screaming, he couldn’t see their faces through his tears. “ Here’s another lie Delilah told, and it’s fairly recent, but Ladybug and Chat Noir will not be coming to the rescue this time.”

Adrien tried to pull himself together when he no longer felt the weight of his ring, a thought struck him and it only strengthened his resolve to pull himself together despite the pain. There was no doubt that The Protector took his ring, he just hoped his classmates were more focused on his arm breaking than the ring being taken since he was almost certain that the akuma was doing nothing to hide what she took. Which meant if the class wasn’t looking at him they possibly saw Plagg being sucked back into the ring. He heard more than saw the gasps and the panic that followed, but what confused him was the sound of glass breaking-a window most likely-and the presence of the akuma leaving from beside him. He felt people swarm him and ask him questions but all he could focus on was the pain.

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He wiped the tears that the memory brought and stood back up to resume his walk. Eventually he found himself at the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie and he just had to go inside, he had to apologize to Tom and Sabine, he had to. It was his fault their daughter was missing. So he took in a deep breath and made his way up to their apartment, it took him longer to gather courage to knock but he did eventually do that. When the door was opened, the pit of guilt in stomach grew at the sight of Tom Dupain who looked like he hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest in weeks, nor had he taken the time shave, his beard taking Adrien back to when he had been akumatized into Papa Garou. Beside him, the always put-together Sabine Cheng had bags under her eyes, she was wearing what was obviously one of Tom’s t-shirts and it looked like she hadn’t brushed her hair that morning. He took one look at them and broke down in a fresh wave of tears.

“I’m so sorry!”

Next Chapter

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cosplays and crushes [penelope garcia x reader]

penelope garcia x fem!reader warnings: none word count: 2.3k

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     The hot San Diego sun had started to set on the line full of costume-clad convention goers. Penelope and Spencer, decked out in their Doctor Who and Rose Tyler cosplays, had been camped out since 4 in the afternoon. They just so happened to be in San Diego for a case when Rossi surprised the two nerds with tickets to Comic Con. Hotch had already agreed to giving them the weekend off in order to attend the event, saying they deserved the break and to be around people who understand what they're talking about. After some pushback from Spencer and Penelope, not because they didn't want to go but because they didn't want to be out of state if there was an emergency, they gladly accepted the tickets. The rest of the team, having been aware of the surprise, had already booked hotel rooms at a fancy hotel in San Diego as well. They had all decided that it was time for a well deserved break from their demanding jobs.

   Currently, Spencer and Penelope were in line for the Doctor Who panel. They were surrounded by people who shared their love of the show. While everyone there were all dressed in cosplays and costumes, one specific person caught Penelope's eye. Well, technically, she noticed the girl as soon as they arrived in line. This particular girl had (Y/H/C) and was dressed as (Y/F/C). She was there, apparently by herself. After two hours of constant chatting with Spencer about what they are looking forward too, their theories of previous cases, and Penelope's not so secretive constant checking to see if maybe the beautiful stranger's friends had finally showed up, Penelope had finally gathered the courage to introduce herself to the lonely girl. Spencer, being the expert profiler he is, had already picked up on Garcia's growing curiosity about the lonesome girl.

   Spencer leaned close to Penelope, to ensure that the girl wouldn't hear him, and whispered, "Just talk to her Pen. She won't bite."

   "Aw but I like it when they bite," Penelope whined jokingly, winking at the now blushing Spencer. She pinched his cheek, "Oh ease up, kiddo. I'm kidding. I would talk to her but what if she shoots me down? She is way out of my league. Besides, what am I supposed to say?"

   "Pen, believe me, she is not out of your league. She's here isn't she? You two are in the same league. Just talk to her." Spencer tried to convince her. If the girl they were talking about wasn't so close, Spencer might have also mentioned that he noticed the girl looking at Penelope also. But for now, he'd keep that too himself.

   Penelope took a deep breath, making eye contact with Spencer, who gave her a small reassuring small, before turning around to face the girl. She waved before introducing herself, "Uh, hi! My name is Penelope and this is my friend Spencer! I really like your costume! (Y/F/C) is one of my favorites!"

   "Oh hi!" she waved at spencer slightly before directing her attention back to Penelope. "My name is Y/N! Thank you so much! It took forever to make. I like yours too! Where are you from?"

   "We're from Virginia, we were out here for work and one of our co-workers surprised us with tickets. How about you? Where are you from?"

   "Oh that's awesome! I'm actually from Virginia also! How funny! I live in Richmond for work but when I'm not working I live in (Y/H/T)." Y/N said, her eyes lighting up when she heard that the pretty girl in front of her lived in the same state as her. "If it's not too much to ask, where do you guys live? I'm not a stalker I swear." She added quickly.

   Spencer and Penelope shared an amused look, before laughing slightly.

   "We live in Quantico. Spence and I work for the FBI." Penelope hoped it was okay that she told this stranger that she was an FBI agent. However, Spencer didn't stop her so she assumed it was okay. "What do you do for work?"

    "Oh well I am an elementary school teacher so when school is session, I live in Richmond but during summer I go back home to help out my family. It's not the best situation but I make it work," She laughed slightly. Penelope decided then and there that she loved Y/N's laugh. "Anyway, what do y'all do for the FBI, that is if you're allowed to say."

   "Well I am a tech analyst for the Behavioral Analyst Unit, or the BAU as we call it. So I basically research suspects, victims, open cases, stuff like that and send it to the team." Penelope explains, being careful not to spill too much about her job.

   "And I'm a profiler for the BAU. So while Penelope is at the office, the other agents and I are in the field, examining crime scenes and catching serial killers and bad guys," Spencer explained.

   "Wow, you guys have such cool and important jobs." Y/N said.

   "Yeah, I guess we do," Penelope said, smiling brightly at Y/N. "So are you here by yourself?"

   "Unfortunately. My girlfriend was supposed to come but uh she broke up with me two weeks ago and it was too late to refund the tickets. I needed time away from there anyway" Y/N looked sad as she explained. Penelope looked at Spencer, her eyes silently pleading with him. Spencer looked at Y/N, then at Penelope, before slightly nodding his head.

   "Oh no! I'm so sorry, hon! If you'd like, you can stick with Spencer and I. We're staying at the main hotel with our coworkers. You are more than welcome to join us!" Penelope said, silently cursing herself for sounding so eager. How she already managed to have feelings for this girl so fast was beyond her. Normally, it took her a few days before developing feelings for someone. Yet here she was, having the most mundane conversation with this random girl.

    Thoughts started zooming around in Penelope's brain. Surely it has to be fate that they were both here. Penelope never planned on going to Comic Con until a few days ago. She didn't even plan on going to this panel because she had thought they missed it. And yet, here she was, talking with the prettiest girl she had ever seen. She almost couldn't form proper sentences. Y/N's smile seemed to cause her brain to short-circuit.

    "Are you sure? I don't want to impose. This is your guys vacation." Y/N hesitantly said.

     "It's fine, really, Y/N. It would be fun. Comic Con isn't a place to be alone at." Spencer cut in, a small smile stretching across his face. This was the first time he had seen Penelope act like this in front of a girl, and with everything that Penelope did for him and the team, he figured it was time he did something for her.

    Y/N contemplated for a second. A very small part of her was saying no, because she had just met these people. But then she reasoned that they are FBI agents so they wouldn't hurt her. She also already had started developing a small crush on Penelope. She knew she shouldn't of been catching feelings so quickly. It had only been two weeks since her ex had broken up with up her. However, in this moment, Y/N could care less. If her ex didn't want to be with her anymore, that was no longer her problem. She couldn't spend the rest of her life being sad about someone who did not care about her anymore.

     "If you're sure about this, then of course! You guys seem really fun and I'd love to hangout!" Y/N agreed.

    Penelope and Y/N shared a smile, getting momentarily lost in each others eyes. They stayed like that until Spencer nudged Penelope with his elbow. Once they were broken out of their trance, Penelope and Y/N had realized that the line had finally started moving. Once they got into the panel, Y/N, Penelope, and Spencer sat down as close to the front as possible. Throughout the panel, Y/N and Penelope silently fangirled as Spencer watched intently, no doubt trying to memorize everything that everyone said. Not that he had to try.

     At the end of the panel, around 9:00 at night, the trio was trying to figure out where to go for dinner. Spencer, who was eager to tell Derek about Penelope's new love interest, excused himself to the hotel for the night, saying he was too tired and to go out without him.

    "Let's go change into normal clothes and meet up in 15 minutes? We can go to the hotel bar or go to a restaurant in town?" Y/N asked, secretly hoping this dinner would turn into a date. The day she had spent with Penelope was one of the best days she had had in a long time. Even when she was with her ex-girlfriend. Penelope agreed before they headed to their respective rooms to change into clothes for the evening.

   After they got ready, they met in the hotel lobby and decided on staying at the hotel restaurant and bar. Penelope decided against going into town because of what she sees everyday in her line of work. Y/N did not mind, she just wanted to spend time with Penelope.

   The two had ended up getting kicked out of the hotel bar, having stayed until 2 in the morning. They had decided to make their way to the pool to just sit and talk.

   "Thank you for the wonderful night, Penny," Y/N said, smiling at the slightly taller girl. Y/N was slightly tipsy, leaning her head against Penelope's shoulder.

   "You know, I think you're one of the first people to call me Penny, doll face," She said giggling a bit harder than she should have. "You're welcome, sweetcheeks. I had an amazing time tonight also."

   Little did the two girls know, the BAU team (with the exception of Hotch, who insisted that he had better things to do than spy on Penelope's first date) were hiding along the row of chairs behind them to get a good look at the scene unfolding in front of them.

  Y/N and Penelope stared at each other for a second before a voice shouted, "JUST KISS ALREADY!" The two of them jumped about five feet in the air before looking back to see JJ and Emily pulling Spencer back to the ground to hide him from the two.

  "Might as well give the people what they want," Penelope said, wiggling her eyebrows. Y/N smiled for what felt like the millionth time that day, before nodding her head.

  The two leaned forward, pausing for a second to look each other in the eyes, before leaning in all the way. Penelope brought her hands up to Y/N's face, one on her cheek, the other on the back of her neck. Y/N put both of her hands on Penelope's cheeks. They stayed like that for a few moments, the soft kiss seemingly having lasted longer than a few seconds. They pulled apart, catching their breaths.

   "Wow," Y/N breathed out. A smile and blush had forced their way onto her face, as she looked at Penelope.

   "Wow," Penelope repeated, staring into Y/N's eyes.

   "I SHIP!" Spencer shouted from where he, Derek, Emily, JJ, and Rossi were supposed to be hiding. Penelope broke her stare from Y/N, turning to face her not so secretive friends.

   "Ok, who let him drink tonight?" Penelope shout back to her friends.

   "You know, for FBI agents, your friends aren't all that sneaky." Y/N said, smiling slightly before kissing Penelope again. The group of FBI agents all hooted and hollered jokingly at Penelope and Y/N.

    "Alright you idiots, lets all get to bed before we anger Garcia enough to make her hack all of our records," Rossi said to the team, trying to get them to leave. He was met with a few groans and 'okay dad's, but everyone got up and followed him out of the pool area. As soon as they were sure they were by themselves, they pulled apart from the kiss.

   "I know we just met and you're fresh out of a relationship, but Y/N, I uh I really like you. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be with you. I can wait as long as you-" she was interrupted by yet another small kiss.

   "Penny, I like you a lot too. And I want to be with you too. But it's going to take a bit of time before I get into another relationship." Y/N explained.

   "Of course, take all the time you need, sweetie," Penelope said. The two girls cuddled up next to each other for a few minutes before deciding to call it a night. Penelope walked Y/N to her hotel room with promises of an early breakfast the next day.

  "Goodnight Y/N," Penelope said, before kissing Y/N's cheek.

  "Goodnight Penny," Y/N said, kissing Penelope's cheek as well. She unlocked her door and stepped instead, saying goodnight one final time before watching Penelope walk back down the hall to the elevator. Before she got into the elevator, Penelope waved back at Y/N before dramatically blowing a kiss down the hall. Y/N playfully got the kiss and placed her hand on her cheek, waiting for the elevator doors to close, before making her way into her own room. She was unable to stop smiling the whole time she got ready for bed. This was the best day ever.

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A Blanc Slate, Chapter 8

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22. Cosplay

“I’m going to face Ladybug tomorrow.”

The atmosphere shifted in an instant, time stopping for a moment. “Oh?”

“I can’t put this off,” Chat said. “And… I think I’m ready to, anyway.”

While part of Marinette felt relieved, part of her was panicking. Because apparently, she had one day to think of what to say to her kitty cat to convince him to… well, to keep in touch in some way, she supposed. She couldn’t convince him to continue being Chat if that ring was killing him, but there was no way she was willing to let him go yet. Not when he still meant the world to her.

“I’m proud of you,” was what she ultimately said when all other words seemed to fail her. “You were fighting that for a bit, so it must have been a hard decision.”

Chat looked down at his ring. “I… it was,” he admitted. “But mostly, it has to be done. And my friend… she said some things that kinda hit me and made me realize I had to do this.”

“I’m really glad to hear it,” she said, keeping up her smile and pretending it actually wasn’t tearing her up inside. It hadn’t been her to help him, and a part of her hated that.

He shrugged. “So… I guess you can say today’s visit is a good-bye.”

Her expression fell. So this would be the last time Chat would come by before he gave up his ring. But she also realized Marinette wouldn’t know that. She quickly scrambled to respond appropriately. “Oh? You’re not going to stop by anymore?”

He shook his head. “I’m giving up being Chat Noir… er… Blanc.”

“Noir,” she countered. “You’ve always been Chat Noir, even if you’re white at the moment.”

He huffed, bitter smile picking up his lips. “You know… when I first turned white, felt like I was cosplaying, but now I don’t even know what it feels like to be Noir anymore.”

“I never really thought there was a difference,” she said. “You’re still the hero of Paris in my eyes.”

The smile he gave her this time was bittersweet and sorrowful. “Then remember me like that, Princess. Please.”

She nodded. “I promise.”

He relaxed at her answer, as though that weight on his shoulders eased a little. “Promise me one last thing, princess?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Will you stick by Adrien’s side?”

She blinked a few times, trying to wrap her head around his words. Because while she hadn’t known what to expect, that certainly wasn’t even in the ballpark of possibilities. “Wh… what do you mean? I mean, yeah, of course I’ll stay by his side, but—”

“That’s all I need to know,” he said. “He needs you.”

Her brow furrowed, her confusion rising by the second. “What made you say that, though? I didn’t know you knew him.”

“I do,” Chat said. “In a way.”

“That’s vague.”

He shrugged.

“You’re really not gonna tell me?”

For a moment, his expression turned soft. “Maybe in time, Princess, you’ll figure out why.”

“But you just said this was your good bye.”

“It is,” he confirmed. “But you’re not saying good bye to Adrien.”

Understanding slowly dawned on her. It seemed like Chat was hinting Adrien would tell her someday. Maybe that was one of those many secrets that sat on his shoulders that was weighing him down so much.

But she supposed Chat was right when he said ‘in time’ because she wouldn’t push Adrien for anything right now. She’d wait until he could stand on his own feet again, at least.

“Well,” she continued. “Tit for tat, right?”

Chat quirked a brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that Ladybug seemed really distraught over the thought of loosing you,” she started, trying to chose her words carefully. “So, will you promise me that you’ll reassure her you’re not going anywhere?”

His lips tugged down int a grimace. “Princess…”

“Because maybe this is just my perspective, but a Ladybug without her Chat Noir seems… really weird and wrong.”

Chat bit his lip while a war of emotions played out behind his eyes. In the end, he sighed. “Okay. I promise.”

“I mean, you love her, right?”

“I do,” he murmured.

“Then wouldn’t it be harder to leave things strained between you?”

Chat seemed flustered by her challenge, his ears falling and lips curling into a confused frown. “I… yeah. It would.”

He grinned, able to relax a bit. Because she knew her kitty well enough to know he meant those words. There was hope yet.

23. Video games

Something told her she wasn’t supposed to catch him on her balcony. After all, he told her yesterday that he wouldn’t be coming by anymore, and he looked rather shocked and flustered by her sudden appearance on her balcony.

“Uhh, hey,” he said, giving her a weak smile.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she said, grinning as she hopped up onto her balcony, pretending as though she wasn’t just about to transform to go meet him. She begged her panicked heart to calm down all while being super thankful he hadn’t caught her. She didn’t know how he’d take that and the last thing she wanted was to make her cat run away during her last chance to convince him to stay.

“What brings you by again?” she finally asked before spotting the wrapped gift in his hand.

He seemed to realize he was holding said object, startling before extending the pink papered box out to her. “I owe you a sincere thank you,” he said. “So I just… wanted to leave you a little something.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he said. “I thought you deserve it. And more, but this is the least I can do.”

She took the extended gift. “Can I open it now?”

He shrugged. “I guess. If you want.”

Careful to not tear the paper to the best of her ability, she snapped the tape with a fingernail and opened the gift, only to see the newest video game she’d been saving up for. “How’d you know?”

“A guess,” he said with a shrug and a smile. “And I thought you’d appreciate some down time since you’ve basically been working on nothing but commissions while babysitting… er, well, two grown men.”

She chuckled, holding the gift close to her chest. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, but contrary to what Marinette thought would happen, he didn’t immediately turn to leave. “Hey, um… do me a favor?”

“Of course. What is it?”

“Maybe… take that over to Adrien sometime,” he said sheepishly. “Because I think the workaholic could use a break and might only take one if you force it on him.”

With a sigh, she smiled before giving him a nod. “Something tells me he wouldn’t be up for it right away. I’d settle for seeing him sleep more and eating properly, at the moment.”

“Something tells me you’ll see that in time.”

“I really hope so,” she softly spoke. “I hate watching him suffer like this.”

Something in Chat’s expression softened. “I think he really appreciates your concern. Just be sure to take care of yourself too, okay?”

“I’ll work on that,” she said with a wink.

24. Jealousy

“Hey,” Marinette asked right before Chat was about to leap away. “Do you want some cookies or anything sweet before you go? Or did your friend force feed you again?”

He paused, leaning back against the railing to steady himself. Marinette couldn’t miss the small smile that picked up the corners of his lips. “She force fed me again. And not to mention she’s a pretty good baker herself.”

Suddenly, the amount of jealousy she was feeling towards chat’s mystery friend spiked. It took her a moment to realize that it was because she felt… like she was being replaced. This girl seemed to hold a special place in his heart beyond either her as Marinette or her as Ladybug. She thought Ladybug was the love of his life, but whenever he mentioned this friend, he got a little twinkle in his eye. And that hurt more than she ever could have expected.

But she tried to cool her head. If this person was the only person to get through to Chat, then she’d take it, even if it broke her heart in the process. Because… just as he loved Ladybug, she loved him. Saying it was a strictly romantic love may have been a stretch, but this man…

No one would ever replace him. And she didn’t want anyone to.

“I’m glad to hear it. But, I’m a pretty good baker, too, you know,” she said with a wink, hoping to smother those intense feelings of hers.

“You are,” he admitted, with a teasing smile. “But I would have to say she’s on your level.”

“I’d gladly hold a bake-off with her and prove that wrong.”

Chat burst into a giggle fit that soon turned into a coughing fit. “Ahh, princess,” he eventually choked out, shooting her a strained smile. “So competitive.”

“You better believe it,” she said, trying not to calm her worry. He was trying to brush it off, slowly regaining his composure. Part of her wanted to get him to sit down while she got him some water, but he seemed to be steady again. However, it was a good reminder that now might be a good time to let him go. He had to go see the other her, after all, and she was anxiously looking forward to that. “Now, I’ll let you go to go see your lady.”

Any joy that had been on his face faded, his smile turning sad as his ears drooped. “Yeah. Wish me luck?”

You can have half of it, kitty. Because I’ll need the other half to get you to stay. “Good luck, Chat. And it’s been wonderful knowing you.”

Warmth returned to the smile he gave her. “Thanks, princess. It’s been wonderful knowing you, too. Never change.”

And with that, he leapt off into the night, a white blur on the horizon.

Marinette watched him disappear, then took an extra moment to put the game on her bed before hopping back out on her balcony to transform. She was ready to face her kitty. It was now or never.

[pyroclastic727]

Luz and Amity have the same motives

Anyone who has seen The Owl House knows Luz and Amity’s dynamic. Not so much the fighting one, but the one that Eda refers to as “adorable banter which is literally making [her] sick.” They work together perfectly: two rivals who make peace. How do they do that, though? By finding similarity, mainly in motives.

Both Luz and Amity want to be witches.

However, they pursue this in different ways. Amity goes the traditional route. She enrolls in Hexside at a young age, dedicating her life to witchcraft. This is the only path she knows, and she sees it as a way towards success and (probably) pleasing her parents. Being a witch means proving that she is competent and skilled enough, something she doesn’t believe, as shown by how she points out other people’s incompetence and boasts about her own (this is a thing that insecure people do. I know from experience ^_^).

Luz travels a strange route, which you probably know. I mean, she finds the scrappiest, artificially-aged owl-witch antihero, who hates school and teaches her in a ragtag, reluctant fashion. Most of Luz’s learning is on her own. It’s very much the difference between an art student and someone who draws as a hobby; without pressure, Luz can be thirsty for information. However, information tends to be much harder to access, since a lack of pressure also means a lack of resources. (Thanks a lot, modern school system).

Both Luz and Amity want the other person to stop bullying them.

From Luz’s point of view, Amity starts as a bully, so much so that this YouTube video keeps popping up in my recommended, explaining why Amity is an excellent bully. It seems convincing from this point of view; I mean, their first meeting is comprised of Amity obsessively shaking Luz’s lifeless form. Sure, Luz is making a lot of mistakes and altogether shitting on the rules, but that’s what you do when you come from another world and aren’t even enrolled in the school. And as Luz sees, Amity repeatedly does things to insult Luz, someone she hardly knows. She specifically mentions Luz in her Instagram post, calling out humans as being not invited to her conjuring. It seems like she’s specifically targeting Luz, this person who just stumbled into the world and has had about three interactions with Amity. The other girl has really assumed the worst in Luz, which makes no sense at all, since Luz is, well...Luz. 

Meanwhile, Amity sees Luz as a bully. Remember Amity’s main motive: to become a witch and join the Emperor’s Coven so she can convince herself that she’s competent (which isn’t going to work, but that’s how us top-student types think). Luz has been destroying Amity’s plans. The first thing Luz did was help a student cheat on an assignment that Amity worked hard on, and then take Amity’s gold star, aka her symbol of competence, as a spoil of war. Then she challenges Luz to a duel and cheats on that. Amity has been working all her life to be perfect, and meanwhile Luz goes and cheats and lies and isn’t perfect, and gets what she wants. For Amity to accept that Luz’s actions aren’t bullying would mean to admit that perfection isn’t what Amity wants.

Both Luz and Amity want to enjoy fan content shamelessly.

For Luz, she is openly a fangirl at home. I mean, one of our first lines from her is an admission to making anime edits (what a weeb) and getting sucked into Feminist Harry Potter. She makes art and writes, and I would be surprised if she hasn’t written fanfiction. Yet her mom wants to send her to a camp to stifle her creativity. All the other people at school shun her for having weird interests (you’d think that would be unrealistic at this point). Her original motive for staying on the Boiling Isles was so she could be a creative fangirl in relative peace. Even on the Isles, she continues to be a fangirl, going so far as to cosplay Azura in front of Amity. (Luz is what would happen if Tumblr were a person, I swear).

For Amity, she wants to be a fangirl, too. She stans Azula, going so far as to own the first four books. The difference is, she’s closeted. I’m guessing that her parents put a lot of pressure on her to be perfect (or at least, that they used to). If not that, then there’s the embarrassment her siblings cause her, and her subsequent attempts to make her family name seem respectable. At least there’s a sense of sibling competition, since they’ll always be better than her, as long as they have more experience. All that has culminated in an internalized belief that Amity holds, that she has to be perfect and the top student. Would a top student read stupid books and sink into a fandom? No. A top student spends all her time studying and doing things to make the teachers favor her (wow look it’s my mantra from last year). Beneath Amity’s self-consciousness and low self-worth is the desire to simply enjoy things and be herself. Luz helps her get there, by cosplaying and lending her book. But she still has a long way to go, which probably includes standing up to her parents, and most importantly being vulnerable with herself.

Both Luz and Amity want to be valued.

This is at the base of each girl’s personality. I mean, Luz at home doesn’t seem very valued. Her mom is okay, but she is also willing to send her to a summer camp, and after A Lying Witch and a Warden, they don’t text at all. Her classmates don’t value her. When she comes to the Boiling Isles, part of the reason she’s so happy is because so many people value her: Eda, King, Willow, and Gus. She has a family and friends and is fairly content. Now all she needs is to become a real witch so people will value the part of her that loves magic. 

Amity has it way worse. For the most part, she isn’t really valued. Remember the scene where she’s sitting on her windowsill, staring out the window and brooding as her friends take selfies without her? She doesn’t feel any attachment to her friends, alone in any crowd she’s in. Her siblings, while they love her, are an annoyance to her. They don’t seem to see the real value in her, and if they do, they don’t express it. She would probably cry if one of her siblings said he or she was proud of her. Meanwhile, we don’t see much of her parents (I’m writing this after S1E12, for future viewers). Keeping in mind that Dana Terrace and Alex Hirsch also wrote on Gravity Falls, she probably has the parents that Pacifica Northwest has: a distant, cold nuclear family with high expectations and low tolerance for her. Without any love at home, she seeks some at school. We know that she once valued Willow, but lost her. (My guess is that she pushed Willow away). Her professors give her validation, but judging by how quickly they take it away, it seems more like a toxic dependency than a real relationship. By this point, Amity has spent so much of her life without being valued that when Luz extends kindness to her, she doesn’t even know how to respond.

This sets both girls up to learn from each other. 

Luz is excitable and reckless, and she can pick up some discipline and ambition from Amity. Amity is high-strung and repressed, so she can learn some self-indulgence and emotional freedom from Luz. Usually the best way to learn a lot from a peer and have them learn from you, in fiction, is to form a close bond with them and spend a lot of time together. Fortunately for Lumity, similarity breeds attraction.

[aks3raao1]

Uhhh, well first there was this torture game involving my family (everyone died in front of my eyes by different methods(Mom: Hand mangled, infected and blood loss; Grandpa: Pecked by a bird, crushed by an aeroplane, Rest killed off screen by drowning in a flooded chamber)) and then I went to Egypt to look for a cure with Shuichi Saihara and Korekiyo and Shuichi was telling me a story about how two rivals became two rivals (which was exactly what had happened in the beginning of the dream where Nagito talked about his love™ for Hajime except he introduced a fan of the spy character (me) and made the spy character a male) which caused me to become wary of him. Then we all reached the Pyramids where there were people cosplaying the gods from the Egyptian Pantheon and Korekiyo began monologuing on The Book Of The Dead (which talked about resurrection due to dream logic apparently). And Shuichi and I became extremely involved in that resurrection drama. Shuichi was also trying to unlock the mystery behind Korekiyo and he is a serial killer who kills girls to send as "friends" to his deceased sister. However there are multiple theories behind what actually happened which Shuichi talks about later on) while I was more interested in the resurrection and the ways to do so.

And then there was an abrupt scene change to my school which had opened after the quarantine (and I was weirdly relieved because I had successfully done something but after the teacher thing, it became apparent that the success wasn't about school) and my mom was somehow alive again but I was shown to be staring at her hands and remembering what had happened (I had memories of the last two incidents) while she was just being normal and called a teacher to ask about me while I shrunk away (#just student things) and our school resembled a church in the middle of a garden type thing. There were white chairs laid out and I remember thinking that they looked like gravestones and shivered and then told mom that I was going inside because I didn't want to think about *that* now.

Our school looked....weird to say the least. They had renovated it so everything felt wrong because the colours were darker and earthy instead of the light ones I was used to and the stairs were all arranged differently as well. I grabbed a friend and we both went to find our class. Instead of two sections, we had four sections now and were very confused where to sit because we hadn't been informed of it prior to this. We sat down in a random section and I began doing my English work (which I had actually been doing when I fell asleep irl) but the time came and went and no one entered the class (Class eight for some reason), so we realised that we had made a mistake and we remembered that we were in ninth and I was like, "Oh fuck, the time is nearer than I thought" and we ran to our actual class where our classmates were. She went and started talking to another friend and I was left alone to find a seat. I saw Makoto Naegi (Protagonist of Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) who looked extremely nervous for some reason and said in narration,

"All the protagonists have been sent back in time to steer their respective classes away from the Killing Games and prevent the apocalypse before it starts. Will they be able to do it?"

Then the POV went over to Shuichi who had extremely distorted memories from the Killing Game was playing Detective on himself to figure out what they meant. He remembered that he desperately needed to figure out what was going on with Korekiyo, that Tsumugi was important and that Kokichi was dangerous but the other memories were too disjointed for him to figure out.

He tries to get Kokichi who's trying to. Uh, nail Tsumugi to the bulletin board with actual nails and hammers. Shuichi's horrified and believes that Kokichi is the one responsible for his Killing Game due to this kind of malicious attitude (and also because Tsumugi is a damned good actor at playing the victim + she might not be actually planning the Killing Game then) and he tries to actually restrain Kokichi who sees Shuichi and flees while Tsumugi falls to the ground crying. Shuichi runs over to comfort her and thinks of how Kokichi while pranking others never felt malicious at all but now he realises that he could have made a mistake. However it's also implied that he wants to get information about why Kokichi behaved the way he did since he obviously knows more than he lets on.

POV shifts over to Kokichi for a brief moment to show that he's the one with all memories intact but he cannot divulge them for game balance.

Then we see Shuichi who has remembered Korekiyo's case and is devising two theories on it:

a) Korekiyo is a loony delusional serial killer who loves to kill girls and is just using his own sister as an excuse (who he has killed himself too)

b) His sister was a dangerous psychopath (visualised by her turning into a snake and wrapping herself around his body in a sexual manner while he's in pain™) and that she emotionally manipulated him to do this and her ghost didn't abandon him even when he died.

As he's ruminating on this, the POV shifts to Hajime who's talking to Nagito and Chiaki and has a brief flashback to his time as Izuru Kamakura.

Now this is a divergence from actual canon in terms of backstories as we see Hawks grab Izuru and tell him that he will make him feel (in a fatherly found family way) something. A time period elapses where there is a part where Hawks takes Izuru to a fair and is talking about how great chicken nuggets and other chicken dishes are while Izuru emoily licks an ice-cream.

At the end of the time period, Izuru claims that he still can't feel anything and Hawks goes, "Well....I failed then" and flies him to a rooftop. Izuru is confused slightly when Hawks bends over him (no, not sexually, enough sex is enough) and then blood splatters onto Izuru's face and he realises that Hawks is bleeding from a fatal wound and that he had done that to save Izuru from being attacked. Hawks falls down, heavily injured as Izuru sits up and sees Tanizaki who's somehow an assassin here and is flying as well somehow. Izuru asks Hawks why he did this since Izuru could have saved himself too and then Hawks goes, "Because I am a hero", not really expecting Izuru to react much. (Note that chronologically, an apocalypse is going on now and Tanizaki has probably fallen into Despair and Hawks is tryna save the world or whatever). However Izuru does react and starts crying because this is the first time anyone saw him as a person who needs to be saved too.

It's implied that Hawks died here in actual memory but then Hajime pushes forth and invents a part where Hawks actually doesn't die there and instead gets up and fights Tanizaki.

Now Hawks's death was the reason Izuru wanted to save the world (mine was my family, Shuichi's was basically everyone but mostly Korekiyo, Makoto's was everyone), but since Hajime wanted to save everyone, he wanted to save Hawks as well.

However if he saved Hawks, then his reason to save others would vanish in that instant, causing a paradox and things to be reset.

Then I woke up with the message that, "Our traumas along with our happy times influence who we are now".

.............you be waking up to life lessons daily mah dude * finishes popcorn and claps* talk abt inspiring. Other than that, do you need a hug?