#idk what this is but i’m inspired

[snek-of-eden]

AU idea for a Nathalie adopting Adrien fic, because you cannot tell me that badass woman would not do everything in her power to allow Adrien to have a fraction of the childhood he deserves. so here:

Nathalie and Adrian have always been close. She doesn’t flaunt it, and their relationship is nothing if not talked about, but when Adrien is having a hard time Nathalie is the first person to sit him down and talk to him about it while he unpacks his school bag. When he’s sick and stuck in bed with a cold, Gabriel orders Nathalie to simply leave him with medication, but she takes the time to get him blankets and easily digestible food and sits with him, stroking his forehead. They don’t talk about what they are to each other, but as Gabriel pulls away, Nathalie finds herself subconsciously replacing him as a parental figure for Adrien.

He reminds her of Emelie, and it hurts her chest to see the similarities in the way his eyes glow under sunlight, how he laughs when he’s embarrassed. The curve of his cheeks reminds her of the way she used to admire Emelie’s, heart in her throat. Late at night she finds herself scrolling through old pictures, wishing for the past.

One such night, Adrien knocks on her door. She wipes her face free of tears and invites him in to sit on the bed. He settles himself on the floor instead, a haunted look in his eyes, and tells her he’s had a repeating dream about something bad happening, of Nathalie’s demise, of his father chasing him. It almost chokes him to admit, but he does it anyway, like the sweet, innocent boy he is. Nathalie takes his hand in hers, running her thumb over traces of rubbed-off nail polish on his fingernails. She tells him they’ll be alright, and he rests his head on her lap before going back to his bedroom, a small, tired smile adorning his face.

Nathalie continues to look out for Adrien, perhaps even more so now that she knows he’s struggling. Sometimes when she can’t sleep, she’ll rest her hot forehead against the cold surface of his doorframe, and it rests her nerves to hear his even breathing.

A news broadcast surfaces, alerting Paris to the fact that, due to Hawkmoth, for a period of time, Ladybug and Chat Noir will no longer be able to superficially heal from injuries they sustain in their superhero forms. A pang of dirty guilt strikes Nathalie; for a while now, things have been getting too serious - Gabriel’s actions are beginning to have real consequences and he’s only getting more desperate. The superheroes, they’re pretty much children. Fucking children, no older than Adrien or his friends. It’s frankly stomach-turning.

She turns a blind eye though, because what else can she do?

One afternoon after school, she catches Adrien trying to sneak off into one of the big shopping centres in the city. He looks shifty, and she grabs his arm to stop him from running away. When she prompts him to tell her what he’s doing, he admits to her shamefully that he wants to experiment with his clothing. She asks him if he means makeup too. He agrees, quietly, but tells her that his father would never accept the change. At this, Nathalie feels anger for him. Self-expression isn’t something she’s allowed herself to exhibit for a long time, but she loathes that Gabriel has taken this privilege from his son, a fourteen year old who most certainly needs to experiment.

After a moment, she takes off her Alliance and asks if Adrien wants her help with his shopping. When he agrees, eyes lighting up, Nathalie can’t help but squeeze his arm. They stop by Marinette Dupain Cheng’s house at Adrien’s insistence, where they both change into more inconspicuous clothes, and then take the afternoon to find Adrien some skirts, one dress, and some muted makeup for him to try. He seems so excited that Nathalie can barely find the strength to tell him he won’t be able to wear any of it around his father, but he takes it well. He had already known, of course he had. She also takes the time to ask him, hesitantly, whether there is anything new she should know about his pronouns, and he shakes his head with a little laugh, promising to tell her if it ever changes.

As it begins to get cold in Paris, Nathalie’s chronic pain flairs up again, and she stays home for a couple of weeks. Adrien is busy with school and friends, but he finds the time to come and talk to her every evening, and they eat together or study and work alongside each other.

Akuma attacks are coming faster and faster, getting more and more vicious. Adrien is out so often, coming home later, dark circles forming behind his eyes. Sometimes he arrives back with eyeliner or lipgloss on and Nathalie has to hustle him out of Gabriel’s way and help him take it off before his father notices. She’s worried for him; he’s losing his finesse, acting stupidly - tiredly. It doesn’t make sense. Once, he comes home far past his curfew and both Gabriel and Nathalie scold him, though for different reasons. Nathalie is worried for his safety, Gabriel is just spiteful from the failure of his most recent plan.

Adrien runs off to his room and Nathalie goes after him, fuming over Gabriel’s reaction. She finds him in the bathroom tending a large bruise on his torso. He sobs and she holds him, and he whispers to her that he knows he was wrong, he shouldn’t be out late, he feels helpless. Nathalie wants nothing more than to help him, but she doesn’t know how. And she’s fucking furious when she sees the bruise, because what if it was Gabriel who’d done it? Sharply, she asks if his father has been hitting him, swears she’ll kill Gabriel if he is. Adrien says no, and she believes him. That night, after attending to his injury, she promises they’ll get out one day, away from it all. He says he would like nothing more.

She hopes he believes it.

A few weeks later is when things come to a crux. Gabriel is plotting a double Sentimonster attack after the Mayor denies him a something. His monsters attack Adrien’s school, hellbent on exposing everyone’s secrets to the word. Nathalie is incensed - the high school has been targeted multiple times, but she can see the live footage and this time it’s brutal, heroes being flung and punched, kids running for their lives away from the Sentimonsters. Cat Noir gets a footprint in his shoulder, hard enough to dislocate it, and Nathalie shudders when she remembers that these injuries will have to be healed naturally. Right before the last Sentimonster is defeated, Ladybug forces it to reveal a secret, and when Nathalie hears it, she can’t hold back a gasp. Gabriel Agreste is being taken to court by the mayor of Paris on charges of fraud and illegal data collection from the Alliance rings almost every citizen in Paris wears.

Something deep and cruelly grateful within Nathalie rises up. But she doesn’t know what to do with the information yet.

When Adrien doesn’t come home, she goes looking for him at the school. She finds him in one of the classrooms, half unconscious and bleeding from a very recognisable, very footprint-shaped injury marring his shoulder. For a moment, she can’t breathe, can’t function, can’t do anything but drop her head to her knees and cry, heart in her throat with the implications of everything that has transpired this year, every failed plan and every curse against the terrible Chat Noir - her little boy, the light of Emelie’s life, the child at the centre of Gabriel Agreste’s twisted universe.

He looks at her, and she knows he knows that she knows. She wants to say, how could you? And yet she asks herself the same question - how could she have aided Gabriel through all of this? How could it go on? It wasn’t his fault he’d gained an enemy he had to fight, it wasn’t his fault that his enemy was his father. There is no way Nathalie can put herself together after this, but her instincts kick in and she gathers Adrien up, realising that there is no way she can take him back home tonight, not when they could run the risk of Gabriel matching Adrien’s injuries the same way she’d just done. If he ever found out… well, Nathalie didn’t want to think about what would happen. So, Adrien stiff with shock in her arms, she bundles him into a taxi and takes him to a hotel.

The next morning, Nathalie tends to Adrien’s injuries and they simply talk. She does not reveal anything about the peacock miraculous, and her hands shake as she applies bandages to his back, but she manages to keep it mostly together. He tells her, quietly, that he was lying when he said his father never hit him. The tears come then and Nathalie hugs him hard. She divulges the news about the fraud allegations and promises to figure it all out. Promises to make it right.

Adrien asks if he could live with her. She doesn’t know how this will play out, but she tells him she would be honoured. He’s like her son, after all.

The next month is tensioned. Gabriel is charged with fraud and allegations of tracking citizens and collecting data from the Alliance rings. He is also charged with child abuse. Nobody knows exactly who the last charge originated from, but Nathalie Sancouer does. She keeps quiet about it.

Eventually, Gabriel Agreste is found to be guilty. While the law takes hold of him, Nathalie and Adrien hold on to each other, Nathalie doing her best to stay strong for the both of them. Adrien sleeps over with his friend Marinette for a little while, and Nathalie sets out to procure the paperwork that will let her be Adrien’s legal guardian. She buys a small flat overlooking the Seine, just a few minutes walk from Adrien’s high school, and after a complicated, paperwork-filled month, they move in.

It’s not smooth sailing at first. There are too many unanswered questions for both her and Adrien, things they are better off not knowing the answers to. Adrien still gets nightmares, and the move makes Nathalie’s chronic pain flair, and everything feels like it has changed so fast, but despite it all, they make it work. Adrien learns to make a mess in the kitchen, figures out how to make his own sandwiches and clean up after himself without someone doing it for him. Nathalie gets a job at the state library, where she’s very happy. And there are no more Akuma attacks.

Adrien starts experimenting more freely with his self expression, and Nathalie teaches him how to do mascara and how to hem a skirt and what his mother’s favourite poems were. Her name is no longer a taboo in their household. Her child is free to be a child for the first time in his life, though he is also steadily becoming a smart and trustworthy young man, always prepared to help Nathalie with anything she needs. She has the pleasure of taking him to his first pride parade, and watching his face light up as he goes to join his friends. He goes to therapy, and his bruises heal.

Slowly, Adrien and Nathalie themselves begin to heal.

***

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

the fandom’s characterization of peri becoming a father to dev will always be interesting to me because where it did it even come from ???

I mean in operation birthday takeback, bro CLEARLY did not care. He honestly seemed so disinterested and didn’t even care when they went into his dad’s private office by accident. He didn’t seem care or smile for his godkid when he was happy. Even got a little mean when Hazel made a nice wish for him with the rocket boots (“Well that should keep him entertained for about 10 minutes” or smth like that)

Lost in Fairy World he didn’t really seem to care either??? he really only just wanted his wand and to ‘look good’ in front of his godkid and do things his way without his parents interfering. Sort of like how a babysitter wants to look good in front of the family of the kid they’re looking after if that makes sense.

The only time we ever seen him actually care about dev was in the finale when he said that. But even after fairy world got turned to normal he didn’t really seem sad about dev??? he was just smiling after, seemed genuine too and not a fake one. Maybe it’s just me, but if I was a fairy and lost my first godkid, who took over my home, I would be doing anything BUT smiling, even if we won in the end. Peri doesn’t seem like one to hide his emotions easily either (maybe I’m reading into his character wrong)

You could bring up best of luck, which I would say is a fair point, but I’m going to bring back the babysitter/job synonym. Wouldn’t you get jealous of the person that stole your position or place in a work environment after you got fired?? Especially if your rival/enemy took that position?? I PERSONALLY don’t think the jealousy comes from a place of care, but maybe that’s just me.

It could honestly just be the fandom’s way of coping since Dev doesn’t seem to have any good people in his life after the finale, but why Peri? I mean if you really want to make one of the fairies a father figure to dev, I’d say the anti fairies more over are his family but that’s IF we have to choose.

Don’t get me wrong, I do think all of the peri and dev being a father son duo is super cute and heartwarming!! I love seeing all of the art and fics of that because it really is sweet :3 but to me, it just doesn’t really make sense and seems more out of character for Peri if anything.

He seems to care more about following Da Rules in my opinion. And while I do think it’s important to follow rules, especially when it comes to a job, you shouldn’t rely on them. At a job, you shouldn’t be constantly looking over rules to make sure you’re following them, you might end up tripping over yourself. That’s what Peri ended up doing.

If I assign the duo as anything, it would be the tired babysitter who just wants to get paid and the kid he’s looking after. A dude working a 9-5 at his job he couldn’t really care less about (dev).

I mean (only from his words) he wanted to go into the family business. Not because he genuinely cares for kids, but because it’s what his family has done. He’s treating godparenting as work, not stepping into a kids family and genuinely looking after them.

I do wonder if he would act the same way if he had an easier godkid.

BUT!!!! that’s just my thoughts. I’m sorry if I got anything wrong and feel me to correct me if I did !! Also if you disagree with anything that I’m saying, tell me why in either the replies or reblogs !! I would love to hear other people’s perspectives or opinions.

That’s it 😨 thank you so much for coming to another yap session and I hope you have a great day/night wherever you are in the world <3

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

i make my return with the humble offering of batfam content

[reipx]

So sweet!!! They are in love!!! 😭

[saetoru]

al-haitham’s the kind of guy who tilts his head slightly for a kiss before you even lean in to give him one. he just knows it’s coming. expects it. trusts it’ll happen.

he’s yawning when he sits at the table for breakfast, hair slightly disheveled from sleep. he sits down and when you place the mug of coffee in front of him, his head angles a little for that kiss you place on his cheek.

he’s drowned in endless paperwork at the akademiya when you stop by to visit, chuckling when he gives you that look of despair at the all the work he has to do. you don’t even manage to walk up to him fully before he’s leaning in and waiting for the kiss to the top of his head.

he’s shirtless in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at night when you walk in to brush yours too, bumping hips with his as you giggle. you don’t even have to turn before he’s tilting his head so he’s exposed and ready for that gentle peck you leave at his jaw.

“have you ever noticed how demanding you are for these,” you chuckle one day, pressing a kiss to his cheek to prove your point.

he grunts, leaning in and burying his head into your neck as you greet him at the door after a long day. “what makes you say that,” he mumbles.

“you’re ready for one before i’ve even come close,” you grin, “what if one day i don’t kiss you?”

“you’d stop kissing me?” he asks, squeezing your hips as he nuzzles into your neck. something tells you he already knows your answer.

and he’s warm. he’s close. he’s here and he’s everything all at once. he’s all you need and everything you’ve ever wanted. he’s the messy hair of your mornings and the pouty lips of your afternoons and that shirtless back of every night. he meets you halfway—maybe even takes the first step so you don’t have to.

he leans in for that kiss before you do. because he needs you, wants you, loves you—and he never lets you forget it. so you turn your head, press your lips against the side of his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sighs in content.

“no,” you hum, falling in love all over again, “no i’d never stop kissing you.”

[gonetoforks]

i want to make a ppg sequel that looks like the concept art for that cancelled batman beyond movie & other cool stuff so bad, they should’ve put me in charge of that cw reboot, i would’ve made it cool and funny and heartwarming and devastating and animated idc if i was literally 13

(context he has 2 dads lmao) (also her dialogue is a reference to their pilot name, the Whoop-Ass Girls!)

[otrtbs]

anyway if a tumblr post of mine ever inspires any of yall to write anything for fandom i think that’s rad and really cool and you should 100% write it + link me to it !!

[pokemon-radical-red]

I hate it when I headcanon a character who’s canonically a girl as a trans man and make ships of him and a character who’s canonically a guy and I refer to it as a gay/mlm/guyxguy/whatever ship and someone gets mad. Like omg let trans people have FUNNNNN. Why are queer headcanons and genderbends cool until they’re saying that the character is trans???

“OMGGG you’re so misogynistic I can’t believe you would erase FEMALE representation!!!”

and like half of the characters in the franchise are women, and a total of… NONE of the characters are trans men. Also, my headcanon doesn’t change the source material. If my stuff upsets you, you can block me and go engage with the source or maybe every single other fanwork, since mine is the only trans man hc for this character that I’ve ever seen.

or when people are like “WTF??? this is so transphobic!!! how dare you imply that a character who looks like that could be a trans man?!?! do you think that trans men are women or something??? she uses she/her, and you’re misgendering her!”

No, I don’t think that being a trans man makes you a woman or vice versa. That’s why it’s a headcanon, and the headcanon is that this character is actually a trans man and not a woman at all! You’ll never guess what pronouns most trans men had to use at some point in their lives, and you really won’t like it when you find out about pre-(or no-)transition trans men… or trans men who are in the closet… or trans men who don’t know that they’re trans yet.

“But the character is a kid!!! Saying they’re trans is sexualizing them.”

I’ve seen this one from other queer people. Like did you miss when all of the homophobes said this about your identity, or do you think that bigotry is only bad when it’s directed at you?

“Why would you say ‘testosterone could fix her’??? Are you trying to call her a delusional woman?”

Why would your brain even go to that first? This literally has to be a bad faith reading, because there’s no way that someone could see what I said and get this unless they were specifically looking for something to be mad at me for.

(Note for anyone unaware: “Estrogen would’ve fixed him!” was a meme going around at the time I said this. I’m not sure if it’s still super big, but this was a joke to the effect of that.)

“So girls can’t be tomboys anymore? You just wanna trans everyone?”

This is like actual real life transphobic rhetoric. This isn’t even just shitting on my headcanon, but in fact, sending transphobic hate to a trans man. Thanks 👍. Maybe you should go send JK Rowling another message about how much you loved her essay instead of bothering me.

[nottheratking]

Hi, have a Danielle

[asmolbirb]

“Did you know,” Laurence muses, once they’ve retired to the library, and the port has been poured, and they’re both poring over their respective correspondence, which they might focus on wholly were the conversation to dwindle, as it often does in the ease of these evenings. “—Did you know, today marks half a century—since my birth.”

Tharkay’s gaze flickers up; returns to the letter in his hands.

“I find myself reflecting,” continues Laurence, his eyes trained on the parchment in his own grasp, though the ink upon it refuses to coalesce into words, “that I have spent longer as an aviator than as a man of the navy.”

“In a sense only,” rebukes Tharkay, albeit mildly. “The Aerial Corps has had no claim to you for quite some time; nor has Temeraire answered to any formation, or the whims of any but himself. Notwithstanding, perhaps—“ this, an afterthought— “those whims of Parliament, mercurial as they are.”

Laurence hums, distracted. His next words have to fight through a sudden reluctance: “It would gall the child I once was, to know who I’d become.” And then, in a rush, “Yet I cannot regret it. Any of it: for in turn I gained a clarity of understanding that would have been inaccessible to me otherwise.”

Tharkay says nothing, only waits for Laurence to continue, and to reach the core of the thing he’s grappling with.

“I find myself facing another score and some years stretching out ahead of me,” Laurence says finally, “and the inevitability of some new revelation which must await, poised to cleave my understanding of the world in twain once more. I rather fear I could not bear it. I fear I am grown too old, too accustomed to my daily rituals and comforts, to again perform that reconstruction of my paradigm of reality which I undertook upon meeting Temeraire, and upon meeting you.”

Again Tharkay meets these words with silence; but when it becomes clear no more is forthcoming, he says gently, “I can well imagine how the myriad affronts to your morals which you faced in the War have embittered you toward complacency. Yet I am of the belief that predicting, even with utmost accuracy, the shape of tomorrow will not in the least stop it from coming.” He sets his correspondence aside and stretches a hand out to Laurence. “Come, Will,” he murmurs. “It is late, and the world has a tendency to cloak itself in sinister shadows at this hour. Let us retire; let any new revelations meet us in the light of day, where they may be thoroughly examined— where we may formulate an adequate response together.”

For a moment, Laurence’s instincts scream in protest: a lifetime of being relied upon to meet any obstacle with confidence and immediacy is not so easily sloughed off the shoulders. But Tharkay is right. The challenges of tomorrow will demand to be met whether or not Laurence successfully anticipates them tonight; and meanwhile, Tharkay’s hand stretches out before him, more tangible than any of the years he has yet to live, any obstacle he is yet to encounter. With a sharp exhale, Laurence stands, and places his hand in Tharkay’s, and lets Tharkay pull him to bed.

[the-real-bruce-banner]

[spiderin-space]

Update Update Update U

[sandwichsapphic]

bertie and jeeves go fishing

aka an excuse for me to draw jeeves in a big fun jumper and not his usual uniform

[aimfor-theheart]

men love to try and tee me up for their next relationship while they’re still dating their current gf and i am never interested. NEVER.

[quibbs126]

I know the Generation 2 toy line didn’t sell well, and honestly all the stickers with Optimus’ name on them is a little silly (but I mean, it was a kids toy from the 90s, so), but honestly I think this Optimus design is pretty cool looking

And honestly, outside of the bright green and purple color combo on this first design, as well as again, the silly stickers like “Megatron Rules!”, I don’t think this Megatron design is half bad either. Not as good as the Optimus one, but still

I’d say my main issue is that I don’t like how far the tank extends as his chest, I’d rather it fold up or something. But I can also see how doing so would mess with the treads even more, so fine

[marimbles]

i miss carpisuns sometimes </3