#she was so nice!! I learned a lot about snakes from her

[sunnysidesneks]

What's your favorite part of having a pet snake? It seems like an interesting choice of a pet

Ooooh, a lot of things!! They’re just such silly little guys, haha! Have you ever seen a snake drink water? You can see their lil cheeks moving.

They get into all sorts of shenanigans, too! One time Helios managed to upend his water bowl and got real upset. Another time Noodle (my first snake!) somehow climbed up a branch and started sliding along the upper corner of her terrarium.

They have a lot of personality! Helios is really chill! He barely tried to bite me even when he was scared of me and he’s really good with strangers, but some snakes are really huffy and strikey. He only likes rats from a certain brand of supplier, too. He just refuses to eat anything else, and I know some only like certain colors of mice or rats!

This one might be a lil weird haha, but I like prepping food for him! I get frozen rats delivered and when it’s his feeding day I thaw them out, dip them in hot water in a baggie and brain them. I think he’d eat fine even if I didn’t, but it’s just that going out of my way to prepare food for him feels nice, yknow?

Oh but if I had to choose something it’d probably be this: I know a lot of people think reptiles aren’t as good pets as mammals because they aren’t super affectionate, but they learn to recognize you and trust you and come out to look at you!! It’s the most amazing feeling in the world. Even if Helios doesn’t love me the way he would if he was a dog, I know he trusts me and knows I’ll keep him safe and fed!

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING LECHEROUS !!! GEORGE R. X FEM!READER X TOTO W.

summary: this was the only time when someone lucked out with toto's wife. after the austrian grand prix, maybe george should consider winning more.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), dubcon, pwp, no beta reading, austrian gp 2024 spoilers (ish), threesome (mfm), m!masturbation, cuckolding(ish), oral sex (f receiving), sub!needy!nameless wife (only referred to as 'mrs. wolff), voyeurism, praise kink

note: i have a little hangover but man did that race eat, i just had to write on it. enjoy xx

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mrs. wolff was the most sought-after woman in the paddock despite the ‘wolff’ name being attached to her soul and public image.

everyone knew who she was, having been the mercedes boss’ wife, but it didn’t deter them from ogling whenever she passed by with grace and entrancing presence. 

toto knew that. he knew all too well about the ogling, the staring, the subtle glances. and because of that, he would often shadow his wife whenever she came by.

there was an unspoken rule applied by toto: don’t talk to mrs. wolff unless you’re standing feet away from her, don’t ever touch her, don’t ever dream of being with her.

it wasn’t even that he didn’t trust his wife around other people, no. instead, he didn’t trust other people around his wife. 

george russell was one of those people. as bad as it sounded, george always found himself unintentionally ogling and staring at mrs. wolff whenever she came by in the brackley factory or in the race tracks. who wouldn’t find her beautiful? she had poise and charm that george couldn’t explain. 

hell, george couldn’t blame toto for falling for her grace. or rather, he couldn’t blame his team principal for falling for whatever the fuck she had on. 

but there was something about the austrian air that night that led george to saunter towards the woman. was it his victorious ending at the race? george wasn’t certain. 

but this was a rare occasion; mrs. wolff never joined the celebratory occasions before, and seeing her here with a nice slit dress and ever ravishing smile drove everyone insane. seeing her here while toto was on the other side of the bar, though…

george could get fired for even trying anything with her, he could admit, but ego was something that every f1 driver had and right now the briton couldn’t refuse the inflation of his. he had to try, especially when she was dressed like she wanted to get it off already.

so that’s what george did: chatted with her and talked with alcohol in their hands. there were a lot of things that george learned to say and not say. 

mrs. wolff had the nicest laugh, george could admit, but her lips looking so kissable was just another can of worms that he couldn’t open. especially when toto was somewhere to take the bait and potentially lead his wife to saunter away from the race winner. 

george couldn’t lose her now, so he opted to chat with her instead. behind his blue eyes was something forbidden. lust.

he could understand why people ogled mrs. wolff now — she was a walking aphrodisiac, like her pheromones were through the roof and george could sense all of it. they were enough for his trousers to tighten a little.

fuck, he couldn’t have that now. not when…

not when toto’s hand snaked around his wife’s waist and squeezed her hip. not when the atmosphere inside the bar turned hotter when toto came by. not when toto’s head dipped down to feed onto his and her desire and show everyone whose wife mrs. wolff was. 

george shifted in his seat, not even looking away from toto’s surprising public display of affection. toto was always professional, but then again he was off-track. 

george did the one thing that people rarely got to do: watch toto’s younger wife become needy for the team principal. it was… hot. fuck it really was hot. but he needed more.

and it seemed like toto sensed it too, his hand running through his wife’s hair before grabbing a handful to tilt her head towards george’s direction. 

george could tell she was a putty in toto’s hands, her eyes glazed in neediness and desire. toto smirked at the tension that he felt amongst the three of them, nipping on her earlobe as he asked her, “do you think you can do it, mein liebe?”

“yes,” she bit her lip, her hooded eyes trailing at george. the brit could see a lot of lust in her eyes, as if she wasn’t just laughing at some shitty joke he made five minutes ago. 

she was an entirely different person, and toto turned her on with a snap of his fingers. seeing her so aroused because of toto made george want her more and the team principal could see it.

toto chuckled softly, nipping her craned neck before telling george, “we’re heading up.”

george could only nod, frozen in his position. what did that even mean?

it seemed as though george’s confusion was all over his face because toto seemed to answer his unspoken question with, “do you want to come along? i know you want to fuck my wife like most people.” 

what?

toto smirked, “c’mon, george. lewis would’ve jumped at the chance if he could.”

george wasn’t any better either. this was something that most people wouldn’t ever expect from toto wolff. the man was possessive and wouldn’t let anyone touch his wife. 

god must have been playing favourites. but george couldn’t care less. he had the austrian grand prix win and now he got the win that most people would’ve wanted: a night spent with her. 

so that was how george found himself stomach flat against the mattress, the woman’s legs spread out while the brit’s tongue lapped at her drenched pussy. her knicker was pulled aside, reverberations in her cunt making her body squirm and her mouth water. 

she sought for her husband’s cock, but toto was busy watching them from the armchair he set by the bed. each time she pleaded for toto, all toto said were ‘patience’ or ‘behave yourself.’ 

george’s being left to pleasure her on his own while toto watched was something that made the brit’s cock twitch in his trousers. 

“god, you taste so fucking good,” george murmured between his tongue lapping. she uttered out a moan, making george grind his hips against the mattress for friction. 

“toto, please,” she mewled quietly, looking at her sitting husband while toto stroked his thick cock. “lemme taste-“

“i want to hear you whine and moan, schatzi,” toto crooned, pressing a kiss on her forehead, “i want george to hear you moan for him.” 

“mmfh-“ she whimpered, her mouth eager to taste her husband. but she couldn’t say much when she felt herself nearing the edge with george’s mouth and fingers. “fuck- george. you- oh fuck george- fuck!” 

“yeah, cum on my fingers, darling,” george tutted softly, lapping on her and sucking on her clit while his fingers curled up against her sensitive spot. “give it to me-“

“fuck- yes! oh, fuck,” her body arched and her hips grinned against george’s face, and the british man could’ve cum right there. 

george’s cock was agonizingly straining inside his trousers, precum leaking when his lips and chin glistened while she rode out her orgasm and coated his mouth and fingers. 

“oh, you sweet little thing,” george cooed at her as he moved up to capture her lips with his. his fingers never left her, only sliding out of her cunt when he unzipped his trousers. 

“taste so good, doesn’t she?” toto smirked and chuckled darkly, his eyes darkening at the sight of his wife being ravished by his driver. 

“abso-fucking-lutely,” george laughed too, finally taking off his trousers and taking the foil packet that toto tossed his way.

“she loves that,” toto hummed, his eyes never leaving his lust-ridden wife as he licked his lips. but he didn’t dare touch her, enjoying the sight of her. “my wife- ever the sweetest thing who loves getting off with my mouth and my fingers… how about you let her cum in your cock this time, hm?” 

“on all fours, doll,” george murmured, helping her into the position as he moved behind. “facing your husband, sweets.” 

she was gone. she was certainly gone when she looked at her husband, watching toto stroke the one thing that she wanted in her mouth. heat was rising in her cheeks, her body warming up to 40 degrees as george hooked her arms behind her and slid his cock in slowly. 

both her and george let out guttural moans, george’s face turning red in enjoyment as his pace turned moderate. 

she looked at toto with half-lidded eyes, biting her lip at the sight of him stroking his cock. it was all too damn good. 

“you look so fucked out, liebling,” toto said lowly. she seemed out of it, only nodding to his words. “you’re so gone, aren’t you? so fucked out?”

“yeah… yes,” she stammered hazily, “so good, toto.”

“yeah?” 

“yes,” she cried out when george angled to hit her spot repeatedly. “fuck- toto, he’s so good-“

“good girl,” george crooned from behind her, “good fucking girl with a tight cunt- god, you’re so fucking good.” 

“fuck her, george,” toto instructed with a smirk, prompting george to smirk too and follow as he was told. “look at that face of hers- she could cum right now and she could cum again and again.”

“oh fuck- yes,” she whined softly, her face scrunching in pleasure as her mouth gaped open. she was overwhelmed with pleasure, unable to keep track of who was talking. “you’re- oh god, george!” 

“you’re gonna be the death of me, schatzi,” toto commented, his stroking hand matching george’s thrusting pace. toto groaned out, “fuck her hard. she loves that, george.”

george wasn’t able to contest toto’s command, not when he was there only once. this was a rare occasion, and if it meant that he had to follow her husband’s words then fuck it. 

george might as well do the things that people were unable to do with mrs. wolff. if people only knew— he was a lucky bastard to even be able to see her like this while she lusted over toto and him. 

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[scoriarose]

A lot of people claim snakes don't like being pet and will only, at best, learn to tolerate it. Not sure where they got that idea. Scoria will actually ask for pets!

She will pet herself with her chin to ask me to pet her, and either relax or continue to help me pet her when I do. (This is after I had been petting her, she's asking for more pets.) Once she's had enough pets, she'll often pet me! ...or wander off to explore, haha.

I suppose in her world I'm doing something nice for her that feels good, and she wants to do the same for me. < 3

If I were to guess about this behavior, since mentioning it to other hognose caretakers and it seems to be unique to Scoria, it's probably learned behavior branching off of a natural behavior. Snakes can learn by watching and mimicking behavior. I see her sister learn from her, and she probably learned to pet herself and me by mirroring me petting her. I also think it is similar to a natural behavior- when hoggies greet each other they twitch and then rub their bodies so over the other. My guess is they are rubbing the oil on their bellies on the other snake, and I am rubbing the oil from my fingers on her so we both get each other's scent.

That's just an educated guess partially based on a study where snakes could identify themselves by belly oil scent, and watching snakes greet each other. But it would be interesting to hear if anyone else has experienced something similar.

So, if I'm correct... My baby girl has accepted me as an honorary snake family member. Aww <3 It's family love!

[knavesflames]

Insecure reader x arlecchino

I wrote this just because 😓

Contents: fluff, suggestive towards the end

Word count: 502

Utc 🍒

A sigh leaves your lips as you stare at yourself in the enlarged mirror of your home. You’re wearing a dress, long, with a leg slit, Arlecchino’s personal favourite. You should be happy, she’s decided to take you to your favourite restaurant, the one that’s so, so hard to get into. Yet, you cannot find yourself smiling, a niggling thought no longer a niggling thought, but a full insecurity. Arlecchino has expressed interest in feminine women on more than one occasion, yet you see yourself and you can’t bring yourself to think that you look feminine at all. Why not, Arlecchino cannot fathom, though, you have expressed distaste in your proportion nearly every time you pass a mirror, and it isn’t like she doesn’t notice the way you look at her chest. With desire, yes, but on days when she wears her suit without her blazer, she senses the slight jealousy in your eyes before you rip your eyes away.

Yet, she adores your figure, the proportions you were blessed with. And when she catches you frowning as you adjust the dress, her dark voice echoes around the room.

“What are you doing? Your dress is fine the way it is. You look nice.”

The way your face twists into a slight scowl as she glances at her own chest, accentuated by the suit she’s chosen to wear tonight, isn’t unnoticed by her, leaving her to quirk an eyebrow as she waits patiently for you to speak. Patience, you’ve learned, is something she has lots of. With a gesture to your upper body, you speak.

“It doesn’t sit right, I fear. Here.”

“It does. You look stunning, it fits you perfectly.”

“It does not. I’m not feminine enough for this dress, I don’t have anything there—“

Her voice cuts you off, sterner and sharper than it was thirty seconds ago, softening at the end of her sentence.

“How many times must I tell you that you are feminine enough? That I do not care for the size of them so long as my tongue can wrap around your nipples. Which, in case you have forgotten, is extremely possible.”

Your head turns away in slight embarrassment at the way she so frankly speaks about such a topic. But you’ve come to expect it from her, she’s not one to shy away or sugarcoat her thoughts.

“I just do not like my body.”

“Well, I, for one, enjoy it immensely.”

Her arms snake around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder as you both make eye contact in the mirror. Her voice lowers to a whisper as her lips graze your cheek, a shiver running down your spine at her words.

“Your body, you, are a saint, my love. I am merely the disciple that worships it. Have I not shown my love for your body enough? Shall we skip dinner?”

“No, I wanted to have the pasta. After, perhaps.”

“After, it is. I’ll show you just how much I can worship you.”

[genericpuff]

Hi I’m from Slovenia!

A small country in shape of a chicken. I apologise if it’s too late for interesting facts of our country but I wanted to share some, because we are not really well known except for some sports.

We have a legend about white snake with crown who is a queen of all snakes and she brings good luck. Her crown is known that it multiplies things, so if you put it in bag of cookies now you have never ending amount of cookies as long the crown is in the bag.

Another one is about slipper stealing cat. It’s not actually a legend, it’s written by Ela Peroci but it’s widely used for disciplining children, every kid knows about her. If you don’t take care of your slippers and keep them in order a cat will come and take them away.

For just one small tidbit our former president spoiled the ending of last James Bond film on instagram and it was a whole thing, he received so much backlash for this.

I hope that were some interesting facts about my country, because I learned a lot from previous asks.

I hope you have a nice day.

... omg i totally see it-

these are all so good, cats stealing slippers?? my heart?? 🥺❤️

I feel like I've learned a lot today too!! I'm so glad so many people stepped forward to share their own culture's stories and legends and fun facts, this was a really wholesome and humbling experience! Thank you so much for sharing yours <3 <3

[saddled-on-stars]

I have asked 2 other people to do this and I never got anything back so I'll ask you!! Reader who somehow has a pet sandworm and bjs reaction!! I imagine reader has the 'runt' so it's super tiny, small enough to fit in the cage they bought for it and in little sweaters like it's a snake or something lol

any BJ and whatever gender you want ty 🫶

Love you star 💚🪦

THIS IS SO CUTEEEE!! How dare those two people not answer this request!! >:( (Sorry that mine took so long! I hit a bump in the road this week, and it set me back, 😔, thank you for being so patient with me!!) And the sandworm being the runt?! THAT'S EVEN CUTERRRR!! The sweaters are lowkey the best part. Beej would learn how to knit/crochet JUST to be able to make sweaters. I hope you really enjoy this, Abel, I LOVE YA TOOOO!!

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- ★ - Sandworms & Sweaters - ★ -

The rain gently taps the window, as the thunder rumbles in the far distance. It’s a gentle thunderstorm as of right now, but you don’t mind, it’s quite nice actually. 

However, the rain isn’t the only thing that you hear. A gentle shuffle of leaves comes from the little tank on the small table in your room. Inside, moves a little sandworm, who is your favorite pet. Little Sandy.

You walk over to look in the tank, as she inches up onto her little rock, her little red eyes, and her other yellow ones too, are gazing at you with happiness, as her tail twitches slightly in amusement.

“Hey there, girl. Hungry, huh?”, you say softly, as you grab the little jar of crickets you have set aside.

As you obviously know, sandworms eat ghosts, but for the sake of your kindness to other ghosts, she eventually grew to enjoy crickets too, sometimes even mice!

A lot smaller than your average sandworm, really being the size of about a pet snake, Little Sandy was the runt of her group when you found her.

Though, you can’t really say ‘group’, as you brought her home one day after finding her on the side of the road. How she got there? You have no idea. Immediately, you took care of her as if she were your own, until eventually, she did become your own.

You drop a cricket near her head, and she happily shuffles over and munches it up with a crunch. Smiling, you giggle at the fact of how happy she can be, such an energetic little thing.

“Babes! Where are ya?”, you hear a raspy voice call out. Your boyfriend Beej is most likely barreling up the stairs just to come up and annoy you. It’s probably not annoyance though, as you find his clinginess and toddler-like-attitude rather cute.

“Up here, Beej..”, you mutter. It’s been a long day with your activities, and you’re exhausted to say the least. Rubbing your temples due to your minor headache, you fall onto the wheeled office stool next to Little Sandy’s tank, letting it slide over for a few moments.

Your green-haired demon comes bouncing into the room with his usual sense of excitement, causing you to smile. He’s such a child sometimes, and that’s one of the reasons you love him.

His bounciness ceases as he looks at you with a sad, yet curious look. A few strands of his hair fade to purple, signaling his sadness, and causing you to frown.

Oh yeah, yet another thing you love about him.

He holds out his arms towards you, inviting you to cling to his torso, or just lean against him. Beej gives the nicest hugs in your opinion, and so, you saunter into his arms, leaning against his chest as he pulls you close.

His hand runs up and down your back softly, as both of your gazes drift to Little Sandy’s tank, before you feel Beej bounce up, startling you.

“BABES!”, he says shouting slightly with a smile on his face, that causes you to smile. He looks so childish and adorable.

“I didn’t know you had a sandworm!”, he exclaims. He clasps his hands together and rushes over to the tank to crouch down and get eye-level with Little Sandy.

Little Sandy tilts her head curiously as she shuffles to the corner of her tank to meet Beej’s gaze. Her little snake-like body moves hastily, causing Beej to giggle with excitement. 

Beej then turns to you quickly, pulling you over to the tank with him, practically jumping up and down like a kid. Again, adorable.

“Can I pet it, Babes?”, he begins, clasping his hands together as your hands are within his grasp. He then follows with a “Pleeease?”, showing his puppy eyes that always get to you.

“Sure,”, you say with a soft smile, running your fingers through his hair. He laughs as he plants a kiss on your cheek, moving his arm to in the tank to run his finger ever so softly across the creature’s back. 

Little Sandy is of course loving all of the attention she’s receiving. She lets out a little ‘squeeeak’ of delight, looking up at Beej’s face through the glass wall.

Beej eventually moves the covering of the tank, gently and softly reaching in with both hands, scooping the little sandworm up, as she squeaks once more with happiness, snuggling her head against Beej’s thumb, causing him to giggle once more.

You smile at him, planting one more kiss on his cheek, your head resting on his shoulder softly. “Beej, meet Little Sandy. Little Sandy, Beej.”, you say proudly, scratching the sandworm’s chin.

The little striped creature squeaks once more, looking up at Beej, as Beej smiles down at Little Sandy, causing a grin to spread across your own face. 

“You guys are gonna get along great, I can tell.”, you say with a chuckle, laying a little more on Beej’s shoulder.

Beej plants a kiss on top of your head, replying with a chuckle, “Too late Babes, I already made her some sweaters.”

He says this as he holds up a tiny little knitted green sweater, causing Little Sandy to squeal and nuzzle the sweater, as if to say she wants it on.

She of course doesn’t have arms, so the sweater is a little tube essentially, but it’s perfect nonetheless.

Beej slips it over her head, and onto her little body, as he sets her back down in her tank. Immediately, she begins shuffling all over the place, letting out her little squeaks and squeals, causing you and Beej to smile.

Who knew that the saying was true? 

Big things really can come in small packages.

 

- ★ - Written by Saddled-On-Stars - ★ -

[mask131]

What Oz could have been: The Great and Powerful

I first heard about the original script for Disney's "Oz The Great and Powerful" through a fan art of Theodora by the brilliant artist hwilki65 over at DeviantArt. The fan-art in question is gone now, but do not hesitate to go check the artist's gallery over at DeviantArt, he is one of the most thorough Oz artists of the Internet with tons of clever and beautiful takes on the Ozian world.

Everybody remembers Disney's "Oz The Great and Powerful", right? This Disney movie that attempted to be a prequel to the MGM movie, and yet couldn't really because Disney didn't have the rights? This VERY divise 2013 movie which was a big flop in terms of Oz adaptation? You remember, this thing which took a very cool concept of prequel, a lot of beautiful visuals and impressive visual effects and just... drowned it in cliche plot points, wasted opportunities and the most insufferable characters you ever met?

Yeah, this movie.

In his description for his fan-art, hwilki65 evoked the original scenario for the movie. His fan-art was of the "original" Theodora, not the one from the movie - and while the final product might seem like a simple cash-grab attempting at reclaiming the MGM heritage, these early drafts proved that the movie ACTUALLY started out as much more faithful to the Oz books and more sincere in its attempt at reconciliating the various Oz heritages into something new.

Of course, the idea of a better original version of the movie, that eventually was butchered into the story we can see today, was very intriguing. So I checked out the original script for the movie (but not after YEARS of searching it around, because it wasn't disponible online at first). And OH MY! The original scenario is indeed very different from the final movie, and quite better in term of overall quality! I did a full breakdown of this script back at my Oz side-blog (@witchesoz ), but to give you a taste of what we lost, and to encourage you to go seek this original scenario, here are some key points different from the final movie:

Oscar, the Wizard of Oz. In the movie? A selfish, greedy, womanizing jerk who starts out as the villain of the story, and his evolution arc is basically just him learning to be a decent human being. In the original script? He was such a positive character - in fact I will dare say he was a saner and cleaner version of Jack Sparrow. He was this kind-hearted, goofy, extravagant stage magician VERY good at his job (he was also a ventriloquist like in the novel, AND an escape artist/contortionist), but unfortunately unappreciated by the folks of 1900s USA, so he was forced to do snake-oil selling just to survive. He wasn't motived by greed or lust, but by his day-dreaming and ambition at being the greatest magician of all time, acclaimed by the masses - and the reason he played into "Yes I'm the Wizard of the prophecy" wasn't because of some girls or riches, but simply because Oz was the first place where his magic tricks actually impressed someone.

Remember this little winged monkey fella that Oscar saves the life of in Oz, and so the monkey swears a "life debt" to the wizard and becomes his funny sidekick? In the original script it was the reverse situation. Oscar was helped by a winged monkey, and thanked the talking animal for saving his life, swearing he had a "life debt" TO THE WINGED MONKEY, not the reverse.

In the final movie, when Oscar is in the tornado, he just whimpers and begs for his life. In the original script? He underwent a King Lear-like monologue, insulting the winds and defying the storm, insulting the tornado and daring it to kill him.

Theodora... Oh, Theodora! The character was originally designed as the very opposite of what she ended up as. She wasn't a shy, naive, nice girl - she was this strong, confident, majestic witch. Oscar didn't manipulate her like a teenage girl: she was the one who manipulated Oscar like a puppet by pretending to be a good witch and forcing him into the role of The Wizard of Oz. Yes I say "by pretending" to be a good a witch. Because originally, Theodora was a wicked witch FROM the start. She knew and was in league with her sister's evil plan. The only difference between the two is that Theodora, as the younger and less experimented sister, still had some humanity left in her - feelings of kindness and human decency that the wizard managed to "wake up" by just... being nice to her and treating her like a regular human being. There was the whole "I give you the music box" scene, but it was the reverse? In the original draft Oscar didn't lie, he just gave her a random music box as a gift for helping him in Oz, just out of kindness without expecting anything in return ; and that DID touch Theodora because indeed, since she is a wicked witch, she never had such a genuine gift out of pure kindness.

Originally we would have the backstory of the Cowardly Lion. Theodora, wishing to "test" if the Wizard truly had powers or not, secretely turned a rabbit into a lion, and had it attack Oscar while he was alone and presumably defenseless... Only for the Wizard to shoot it with a gun, causing in this rabbit-lion the fear of humanity.

Originally the servants of the Wicked Witches were the various terrible tribes of the novel "The Emerald City of Oz", monstrous outsiders the Witch sisters had Oz invaded with. The Growleywogs, the Whimsies, the Nomes (well rather the Gnomes)...

In the movie Theodora "turn to evil" is literaly just "Oh, a guy cheated on me, I'm heartbroken, let me nomnom on some evil". In the original draft? SO MUCH BETTER! Evanora, noticing Oscar had rekindled the last piece of goodness in her sister, first tries to convince Oscar he should kill Theodora because she is "in league with the wicked witch". When Oscar refuses to commit murder, Evanora tries to convince Theodora Oscar was trying to kill her... But Theodora doesn't buy it and, even though the Wizard knows she is a Wicked Witch, she still helps him escape Evanora in return for the kindness he showed her. And afterward, Evanora spends many, many scenes abusing her sister, at first verbally, psychologically, finally physically, to convince her to give up on the last of her humanity and enter a deeper, more monstrous stage of wickedness. Theodora does end up burning her skin due to the tears - but they're the tears her sisters make her shed with her torture. And Theodora resists' Evanora poisonous words, only to give up when Glinda causes a siege on the Emerald City and the Witches must prepare themselves to directly confront and fight Oscar.

And can we speak about Glinda? She was SO MUCH closer to the Glinda of the books! She was this majestic, beautiful and powerful warlord-witch living in a grand palace in the south, all on her own (because, since she is a witch, she literaly needs no servant). As soon as she saw Oscar, she cut through his bullshit and shoot down his dream of grandeur, because she knows what real magic is (all Witches do, but the Wicked Witches played along to better manipulate Oscar). She gathers an ACTUAL army of thousand of people to besiege the Emerald City ; and during the war she uses so much more her powers, bu unleashing blinding mists and huge snowstorms, and literaly stopping or unleashing the winds. Oh yes, and all possible romance between Oscar and her is also clearly made impossible when it is revealed that Witches cannot kiss humans - else humans DIE (which also puts Theodora's loneliness under a new light).

Oh yes, and in the original draft, Oscar's development was actually him going from this ambitious daydreamer who only wished for a fantasy land to escape to, where he would be a great and acclaimed wizard... to him actually being fed up with Oz where everybody wants to kill or manipulate him, and dreaming to return to Kansas to settle down with those he truly love, and live there a mundane, quiet, normal life, as a regular man... Something he ends up being forced to give up, because he is needed to prevent the Wicked Witches from overtaking Oz, and so he literaly is trapped within his own dream and forced to give up what he realized too lat was what he wanted all along...

Seriously, the original draft for the movie was SO INSANELY COOL. It was still a rough draft and it had pacing problems, and some cheesy stuff that definitively needed to be cut, and also some weird phrasing that made it sound somehow racist sometimes? But outside of that, the characters and plot were truly so much better than what we got!

[igglemouse]

Unfortunately, my idiot 'sister' Dre has decided that she will be visiting me more often to help me adjust to life on this silly planet of yours. She thinks it's her duty to be as annoying as possible and wants to apparently teach me how to ear. Yes, eating. You beings still do this. On Sixam, we absorb the nutrients we need or just take capsules but as I understand it is an entire thing for your kind. Seems like a waste of time and resources to me but according to Dre I must do it to help blend in with silly little creatures.

So over a bowl of what you call apple salad, messy, sticky, slimy, apple salad, we talk. I tell her about my first day and about the human I've met, the one with the light hair? "She was cautious," I say, staring at this bowl of junk before me. "She didn't appreciate the whole tongue flicking thing," I point out, remembering the moment of uncomfort between us.

"Zer, did you go through any of the body language experience I sent you?" She asks, her wrigglers wriggling a little violently. Annoyance. She's looking at me as if I'm the stupid one. Do you see what I mean with her? Why I loathe her so?

"N-no..." I admit, feeling some of the heat from her eyes. "That first one you sent me was like five hours long. I didn't have time for that!" I say jabbing at a slice of apple and refusing to bring it closer to my mouth.

She groans as if she is dealing with a child. "That was the shortest one, Zer. These creatures speak through body language, small things, things you must learn if you expect to blend in. You can't just go flicking your tongue out, it reminds them of one of their creatures here, snakes, I believe they call them, and other various reptiles...reptiles? Scaly, egg laying-"

"Ugh!" she's explaining them to me because I also did not study about the other animals on this planet. "Maybe it is the snakes who should be in charge!"

"So, what did you do for your entire trip here?" Dre looks at me and she's clearly judging me. "Did you study anything?"

"I played the video games you sent me," I reply proudly. "As I understand it, they are the main delivery of knowledge for this species." I fold my arms, pride steaming through me, because it was clear to me that these 'games' are a vital part of your education system.

Dre's chuckling tells me I am wrong and that I perhaps have made another mistake. "I sent you those for your own amusement, Zer. There is nothing to be learned from those things. They're just there to waste time."

"Ugh! You are trying to sabotage me, aren't you Dre?" DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN WITH THIS ONE?! "You've always been jealous of my status in our birth group! Always been envious of my-"

"We have the same status-"

"And yet you are beneath me," I remind her, gaining the upper hand. She needs this, she needs constant reminders of her place among her siblings. I am the one destined for greatness, I am the one who has been gifted this world to mold and do with on my own.

"Any ways," she sighs as dramatically as possible. Do you understand now why I loathe this woman? She does this a lot, by the way, and it's always unwarranted. "This woman, Tammy? I doubt she is S.I.B."

"Oh, and please tell me why you think this, oh great Dre."

"Ah, you'd know...something is off about those types. They are human and yet..." her wrigglers twitch, fear? "It's hard to explain. There's a lot going on here on this planet and half of it I can't explain."

Dre's certainty that Tammy isn't S.I.B does little to make my day better because she seems pretty creeped out about the whole thing. As for Tammy, I was very nice to her, right? I decide not to dwell on it, I'm sure I'll meet her again and will win her over.

I spend the rest of my morning recycling because, frankly, someone on this planet has to. I think I've mentioned that there is plastic everywhere on this planet, everywhere. I get it, it's a versatile little resource and you can use it to make almost anything and everything but that doesn't mean you should. The sheer carelessness of your species confounds me but at least you'll have me to clean up your messes.

I remind myself that I'll need to keep up with your news if I'm going to take over this planet but I admit, your so called 'leaders' are absolutely insane. Democracy, a scam system ran by inferior beings such as yourselves, is a failure. How does anything et done with everyone going in ten different directions? Inefficient, chaotic, and just simply stupid. We Sixams have it right, one world, one leader. Simple, effective, orderly.

The rest of my day goes as you might expect, nothing remarkable, just a steady routine of doing, well, nothing. That is until my idiot assistant shows up. Again. She seems determined to haunt me and the mere sight of her around my garbage little home would get my wrigglers wriggling if only they were out to wriggle.

She thinks she's here to help, I'm sure, but all she does is point out the mistakes she thinks I'm making or smirking in my face as if she knows all the answers. One day, when this planet is mines, she'll understand her place. For now, I'll do my best to deal with her.

This time she's here to educate me on how you beings court one another. Apparently, she thinks this is information I need to know, I disagree. "So, you're telling me they do this physically?" This sounds messy.

"Yes, Zer," she looks exasperated again as if she's losing patience with me. "So you really have learned nothing on your way here?"

"Why should I?" I shoot back. "They are clearly a primitive life form."

"That may be but you have to know that things are different here. Like I've mentioned, they procreate physically still and quite enjoy it, it is pleasurable for them, it drives a lot of their social interaction-"

"Uh huh," I wave my hand dismissively, the less I know about this the better I think.

"You, Zer are quite attractive. So the men here might hit on you-"

"Hmmm, to what purpose?" I ask the question I should not have asked.

She sighs and then transmits me a message of what you beings do when you want to procreate. I am quite frankly disgusted. The male puts his what in your what and then?!?! No thanks! On Sixam, the male covers your eggs in his sperm, completely in private, and then you swallow them, like pills, although this is only the terrestrial option. Either way my head is shaking at the thought of what you humans do.

"That will absolutely not be happening when it comes to me and I am insulted that you'd show me such a thing! ESPECIALLY mentally!"

I do not waste much time kicking her out of the house, my house, shoving her through the door as if doing so would banish the mental images she's cursed me with. On Sixam, we are past such things!

"I am sorry Zer but I figure you need to know!" She insists, stumbling out of the house, trying to get back in my good graces of course. "The males here on this planet can be quite aggressive when wanting to-"

"Yes yes Dre, please do not bring this up again," I cut her off, the images of your kind pressed up together doing who knows what stuck in my mind. "Put on your disguise too you silly little thing!"

I spend the rest of the day doing nothing but taking in the world around me, my world. It is a strange and chaotic planet but I must admit, there is beauty here. It is hidden beneath layers of smog, but beauty nonetheless. The colors, the landscapes, the resilient of life on this planet is inspiring in a primitive way. I'll do what I can to save this dying world but I am no hero, of course, because I intend to polish it and present it as a rare gem before the great Sixam empire. After all, what's the point of conquering a planet if its not worth ruling?

Zer Avoi ~ Episode 1.3

[azurlily]

Our obsession with this game is natural... PROMISE(lies)

To anyone who played the game, yes, all romancable characters + Elena and Mia are requestable.

New writers on the block yall! I'm Lune, this is a collaborative writing effort from the original owner(Azurli) and I. This somehow just turned into shit about Bella being crazy and and in love with you, so enjoy.

Bella's Obsessive(Toxic) Tendencies

Bella loves you, she does, but sometimes she loves you too much. The idea was in her head long before she had gotten her heart back.

Bella had dreams of you, of you in her arms - without a shirt or pants. You looked beautiful, and every night she'd wake up in a sweat, her face red, and her thighs wet.

After Bellas heart was unnumbed(is this a word?) she was feeling so much, too much.

One moment, she was happy and content with being around you; the next, she was mad because someone looked at you.

Toxic isn't how one would describe the beginning of your relationship. It isn't how Bella would describe it either, but to outside forces...that's exactly what it looked like.

To others, it seemed like the horrible Ice Queen on campus had decided you would be hers, against your will.

Which, in reality, we all know is far from the truth. With how deeply you love her, you two will be able to overcome anything, even her overly possessive nature.

Right?

Of course, if Bella is anything, it's a fighter. It's not like she's become so used to being trapped under Miranda's thumb that she has begun to develop a complex.

That's preposterous. Bella doesn't worry about what would happen if you found someone different. She doesn't dream about you finding the girl that got a bit too close to you, dead. And when you run to her in fear, you hug her knowing she's never done anything unless it was to protect you.

Bella doesn't imagine Mia's blood on her hands as you cry into her shoulder, thankful to be protected.

Bella is perfectly sane in her love for you.

Now let's be serious.

Bella would give you anything and everything. Well, maybe not anything... not yet, at least. She wouldn't hurt her family for you, but damn, the anger she holds for her mother at times. She worries for herself.

Bella gives you her all in the relationship. That means she gives all of herself: no more secrets, no lies. She bares herself to you wholeheartedly and completely. She expects you to do the same, so if you don't, you will lose her. You love her too much not to, right?

Right.

"I love you, you know that right? You make me so happy, I love you so much."

Bella's words are a sweet poison; don't drink it. After a fight, she'll storm off not only to cool herself down but also to let you cool off.

You've both learned that this is for the best, especially if you want to keep this relationship going long-term, which you will. Bella wouldn't allow you to leave her.

On some occasions, Bella will wait for you to apologize first, and then she'll act like she was just getting ready to apologize to you.

Her words are as sweet as honey, but her voice is as sharp as a razor. You can't tell if she's happy, angry, sad, or horny.

Bella does this on purpose, and you're starting to figure it out.

When she speaks to you, she doesn't lie, so everything she says is true. However, the way she says it and the little words she sprinkles in change the meaning entirely.

That's enough of that though, Bella wants you to think of the good times with her. The fun times, the safe times.

The times when you're lying in her warm bed, her hands snaking up your thighs, a more content look on her face. She enjoys this, enjoys you, and she'll continue to do so.

Bella has a lot of pent-up sexual aggression, so what better time to let it out than the minute you two get back from a nice dinner?

Well, that sounds just perfect, and from the way you're crying out her name, it must sound good to you too!

"Shh, Kitten. We're going to play the quiet game, and you're already losing by a lot."

This wasn't absolutely horrible was it? I'm ashamed to have wrote this, and I'm sure my co-writer is ashamed to have read through it before posting.

Anyway this character is from the game Resident Lover, it's an amazing game made by @resident-lover .

I'm marking this as spoilers in the tags, and I hope anyone who hasn't played the game after reading this plays it!

[ritzcuit]

it occured to me that "datz being a walking encyclopedia abt the revolution and dhurke and dhurke's ideals and his family and their history and everything, bc he is an insane gay fanboy" ...of course he's trying to combat misinfo and protecting the good name of the defiant dragons, of course, but you know who hes really talking to? RAYFA

she's like i need to look into that Normal Not Traitorous Snake. for braidhead. and their patronage. which is also my patronage but i'm not acknowledging that right now. so she's digging through books and articles and shes like...! Braidhead! I had no idea your father once tore a tank apart with his bare hands! impressive considering we have no tanks (complimenting) and nahyuta is like ..........he. What are you reading

and it's like "the seven most fucked up things dhurke sahdmadhi definitely did (number 5 will shock you)" and he's like oh for the love of

and i think at first it can be a really cutie bonding thing for her and nahyuta, of course, she's so curious, she wants to know the truth, very badly, not just for knowing about her "real father" but because she wants to unlearn everything horrid she'd been taught you know? and it's nice for nahyuta to reflect, if not incredibly retraumatizingNKLDFNGD Like it's fun and all but everytime nahyuta talks about how grand and honorable dhurke was he's like [compounding with guilt and shame and regret]let's take a break for now,

but there's a lot of spots that nahyuta can't tell accurately anyway. bc they weren't there and they don't know. for sure. they know secondhand stories but in the pursuit of truth, aren't there better sources? and he's like...you know who would know more than me? datz. and rayfa's like THE SMELLY HAIRY MAN?and hes like wh He's not smellier or hairier than anyone else what are you

i think rayfa and datz are very like, like she knows him, and he of COURSE knows her, but it's not like she needs any raising, like she still has her mother... all that. so when she approaches him datz is like aw hell i'm in trouble I DIDN'T DO IT I SWEAR and shes like SHUUT UPPPP [STAFF BONK] I have questions about dhurke sahdmadhi. which ofc datz is like oh :D? bc that's, APPARENTLY, HIS FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD.

but the long story short is that guards are running through the palace like ohfuck where's the princess oh Holy Mother help us all WHERE IS SHE and nahyuta's like ?!?! bc what if she got like, super abducted, while trying to find datz, what was he thinking asking her to go Find Datz when datz could be LITERALLY ANYWHERE and then it turns out she's definitely with datz. like in the mountains.

like she asked too many questions and datz was like Y'know what......how about i just show ya ^_^ ive been meanin' to go up there anyway! and they're just coming back from visiting the old mountain hut that's Still Standing despite everything. it's like sundown and everyone's freaked the hell out and rayfa is still asking so many questions like wait, and how did he stage this breakout!? and what were your escape routes?! and datz is like you sound like a cop im not answering those and everyones liekWHERREEE THE HELL WERE YOUUUUU

but datz is smiling all proud and satisfied bc he feels like he got to do something for dhurke, now his daughter knows more about him, isn't that great? and rayfa [will never be satisfied] but she has a lot to chew on. she's learned a lot. in this respect, the smelly hairy lizard man is worth keeping around. she goes to thank him for this but finds a datz-shaped cloud next to her bc he bolted the second he saw the guards

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 7 - The Truth About Pro Hero Deku.

Summary: Deku introduces his girlfriend to his family. Y/N teases Inko and All Might about their “relationship”. Izuku.exe has stopped working after Inko’s answer. Also, Izuku tells Y/N his biggest secret.

Warnings: Swear words

First Chapter Master List

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“Izuku, you need to come home more often!” Inko gives up on hiding and joins the group hug. You can’t miss All Might’s fond smile as one of Inko’s arms snake around him while she pats Izuku’s back with the other.

Izuku might not have his blood father in his life but Izuku clearly grew up in the most loving family anyway. Izuku talked a lot about his past in the interviews; about their financial struggles, his mom’s torturous work routine, about how they googled “how to shave” together on YouTube to learn how to do that stuff because neither of them had anyone in their lives who was nice enough to show Izuku how to shave without cutting himself. They lived a lonely life until Izuku joined UA; it was only him and his mother until All Might took Izuku under his wing. Everything had changed after Izuku made his first proper friends; the house got more lively when his mates came around and Inko smiled more as well, finally able to concentrate on work without feeling like he’s neglecting the only important person in her life for some spare money.

“I genuinely couldn’t. Ask Sweet Pea, if you don’t believe me!” Izuku retorts, his eyes teary from happiness as he looks back at you.

“The boy speaks the truth, madam.” You bow in front of Inko with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Talking about the truth…” Izuku walks to your side, clearly anxious. Oh god, this is it… “I would like you two to meet… the woman I’ll marry one day. Treat her well.”

You choke on your saliva just as Izuku puts his arms around your middle to pull you closer.

Marriage?! Already?! Not like you would mind to change your name to Midoriya… oh my god, Y/N Midoriya, shut the front door, that sounds gorgeous. Then after marriage, you could have a kid, a little baby with green curls and pretty freckles and your eye color… or would it be your hair and his eye color? Nah, you want the green curls to be passed on for sure. And the freckles. Oh my god, those freckles.

“Stop fangirling.” Izuku murmurs into your ear with a shit eating grin on his face; his voice is low and extremely enticing, too quiet for the others to hear but loud enough for you to get goosebumps on your arms.

“Does that mean…” Inko looks five seconds away from crying, probably less, so All Might puts his arms around the woman’s shoulders.

“I think you are meeting your future Daughter-in-law, Midoriya-san.” He murmurs happily, clearly not surprised by the revelation. You have a feeling these two talked about you quite a lot already.

“This is the best present you could have given to your mother, thank you.”

Inko cries like a baby for at least an hour before she finally calms down and goes into the kitchen to prepare some food for lunch. Toshinori-San asks her if she needs any help but he gets shushed right away.

“Enjoy yourself, Yagi. You haven’t seen the boy for ages.”

Clearly, “Yagi” isn’t used to hearing his own first name from the woman’s mouth yet; his whole face reddens as he nods shyly, rendered speechless for the next few seconds.

“Uhm, I don’t mean to be the person who asks this as I’m not technically the part of the family yet, but… you and Inko, hmm?”

Izuku almost chokes on his water while Toshinori looks really close to throwing up by the way he pales completely after you finish your sentence.

“I… I think you miss… understand the situation. We share a house, just like you two… wait, that’s a really bad example, isn’t it? Oh my, I’m making this worse.”

“Sweet Pea, you can’t seriously think All Might and mom…”

“All Might and mom what?” Inko comes out from the kitchen, scaring the living shit out of Toshinori. You swear you can see his soul leaving his body for half a second.

“I was just wondering if you and Toshinori-san are… well… in the same situation as Izuku and I? Sorry if I’m being too straightforward, but…”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Sweet Pea!” Inko waves you off with a light blush on her face. If you see disappointment on All Might’s face you don’t comment on it. “My house was finally full of laughter and happiness when he moved in, I’m more than happy to have him here as a good friend. Honestly, you are so silly. This is Yagi, the hero of the century, the man who saved millions, why would he even look at a silly old, boring lady like me?”

You can barely keep your smile hidden. Yup. This story sounds really similar.

“What are you talking about, Midoriya-san? It’s the other way around! You are the kindest, the purest, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! You are way too good to be stuck with a silly old man who’s barely standing on his legs after being beaten to pulp way too many times!”

Suddenly, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife if you would carry one with you like Jirou does. The two stare at each other, only just realizing they were both thinking the same thing all this time. You are a little bit jealous for them for being forced to face their own feelings this way; you definitely helped them to get their shit together before they ended up being weird about it like you two did for several weeks. Or, you just ruined the fun. Oh, well.

“I think I’m going to show Y/N my room.” Izuku mutters with a pale face. Obliviousness clearly runs in the family.

~•🥦•~

“Do you want to talk about this or…” You mutter under your nose, your eyes not leaving the confused greenhead.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that my mother has a crush on my favorite hero, All Might, and her feelings are reciprocated and I’ve been watching them for almost ten years and I never realized it.” He mutters back, his speech followed by a big sigh. You can’t help but laugh at Izuku’s dumbstruck face. He’s absolutely adorable.

“I mean, you didn’t even realize your own feelings towards me, at least if I can trust Katsuki’s words and I’m quite sure he ain’t a liar, so…” You giggle to yourself as you snake your arms around the man’s middle with a flirty look on your face.

“Wow, so you talk shit about me with Katsuki while I’m risking my life to save the city?” Izuku moves closer, his body flush against yours as he slowly steps forward to push you towards the bed. Jesus Christ, you’ll never get used to the way he towers over you. The chill that goes down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

“Well, he gets lonely when his husband is on a mission.” You retort with a cheeky smirk. Izuku rolls his eyes fondly while he leaves tiny kisses on your cheek.

“Stop shipping my friends and my family, you weirdo.” He mutters into your neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin.

“Look into my eyes and tell me those two have never kissed.” You take Izuku’s cheeks in your hands and pull him up to force him to look at you.

“They did. I saw it.” The shit-eating grin on Izuku’s face is downright terrifying. “It was on one of Denki’s house parties. It all started with Eijirou asking Katsuki if he thinks it’s possible to spar with their tongues. They did not remember a single thing the next day and we all decided to not tell them about it for their own modesty. What happens at Denki’s party, stays at Denki’s party. That’s the D-rule.”

Your face resembles a fish trying breathe on the surface. You can’t do anything but gawk at the hero in front of you.

“You saw them french-kissing and you still deny their attraction to each other?” You don’t need to say “I think you are an absolute idiot”, Izuku gets the message.

“Trust me, there was nothing sexy about that tongue fight. I actually couldn’t even think about kissing for years after that. It ruined me.” Izuku sighs dramatically as he turns you around and jumps on his bed with a loud thud.

“Now, can you please have your full attention on me and look around in my room? It might not be the original one but there are a lot of memories here. Mom brought over everything, my notes, my old clothes from the UA days… come on, get wild.” Izuku giggles and to be honest, you would rather concentrate on the sprawled out hottie on the bed instead of your surroundings right now, but you decide to obey anyway.

This room of Izuku’s is more plain than his bedroom now; instead of the cool adjacent wall there are only old posters littering the walls, no personal photos or anything visible on the shelves, just a few low-quality All Might figurines left on the old, wooden desk. There are a few boxes half open in the corner of the room; most of them are notes and memories Izuku wasn’t fond enough to display; his yearbook from middle school for instance is also thrown into the pile, the hard covered book’s front ruined by massive red letters written with a sharpie.

“I hoped you’ll find that last.” Izuku mumbles, his eyes melancholic as he stares at the book. “I wanted you to enjoy being here before I… before I show you that.”

Your blood freezes in your body. Somehow, the mood went from “I want to make out with you in my old bed” to “I will show you something terrible and you’ll probably cry” and you have no idea what to think about this sudden change.

“Why… who…” you mutter while you stare at the book, still too far enough to actually read what the words are.

“Do you remember how My Hero Academia has started?” Izuku asks. He pats his thigh 2 times, asking you to sit down and you do; Izuku’s arms come to the front right away, hugging you from behind, giving you a warm cuddle to soothe your troubled soul.

“With you almost failing getting into UA because you couldn’t use your quirk properly.” You answer right away, like a good fan.

“Yeah. That’s right.” He mutters, giving you a peck on your cheek for your success. “I knew how much you like that manga and everything in it is true but there are some parts Horikoshi had to change up or completely skip because I asked him to. I hated to do this to the fans but… I had to keep our secret safe.”

“You and who’s?” You move around to look at your boyfriend with questioning eyes. Izuku leans over to take the yearbook out of the box and hides it behind him for now.

“What’s the name of my quirk, Sweet Pea?” Izuku asks as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are too anxious to actually enjoy them but they definitely take the edge off at least.

“One for all. After your favorite hero, All Might.”

“Yes. And that’s a lie.”

Your world crumbles. Whatever Izuku is about to say must be something extremely important and probably quite dangerous for you to know but right now, you are just grateful for being included in the small group of people who know Izuku’s apparent secret.

“What…?”

“I haven’t met All Might at UA. I met him way before that. We knew each other quite well by the time I got in. My quirk, All for one wasn’t named after All Might’s. It is… All Might’s.”

Suddenly, Izuku takes the book out from behind his back. There are a lot of rude things written on the covers with that red sharpie, but there is one that comes back over and over again…

The word “quirkless.”

“Izu, what… what do you mean? It doesn’t make any sense…” you mutter to yourself, frustrated tears falling to your cheeks. You want to understand, you want to be able to comprehend his heavy confession, but the original story was etched into your mind so much that hearing all of this is like hearing someone denying the history of heroes completely and asking you to believe they are right and the history books are wrong - to be fair, there is a high possibility that history books are indeed made up. It’s not like anyone was there from the current population to see the whole thing with their own eyes. Izuku is a part of this specific part of the history though, the main character of the decade, so you have no reason to not believe the green head but it’s still… it just doesn’t sound right. Izuku was born to be a hero yet he was born without the most crucial part of being one, but somehow he managed to snatch the number one hero’s quirk when quirks are not supposed to be transmittable?

“You are right, quirks are not usually transmittable but this one is.” Of course you muttered half of that out loud. “There are several other quirks I managed to unlock during my journey which makes the quirk look completely different from All Might’s but I ensure you, they are one and the same. I can’t tell you more than that as this story isn’t just mine, but what I can tell you is that there is a reason no one knows about the fact that my power can be given to basically anyone and I don’t think I need to tell you why is that.” Izuku sighs while he lets you free from his hug in case you need some more space. “I just wanted you to know… The truth… About me. Because I love you and you deserve to know. I was just like you. I know how painful it is to grow up without a quirk. I understand you so much more than you think, Sweet Pea and I’ll forever love you for being the way you are, if you let me.” Izuku’s first teardrops trail down his cheeks, a fond smile decorating his face. You genuinely can’t make a single word right now; there is so much you want to say; you want to tell him how proud you are of him for putting up with all of that without being able to tell a single soul about it, you want to tell him he has no reason to look so frightened because you can’t possibly be mad at him for this, you want to tell him it doesn’t matter if his quirk is “borrowed” because it’s not the quirk that makes you a hero but your will to die for the weak; but your mind it too frazzled to say all of that…

“Even if you’d be quirkless and weak, I would still love you, Izuku. There is no universe where I’m not by your side. I love you to the moon and back and your confession only made me love you more…” You mutter into his neck. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for going through all that pain for us, common folk. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you, Izu.” You mutter into the crook of his neck, making his skin wet with your tears. As a fan, you are certainly shook by all the lies around your favorite pro hero but as a human being who’s been living with Izuku for the past few months you can’t say you are surprised by this revelation; he’s always been way too humble for his own good, he barely showed off his quirk to anyone except you, it always felt like he doesn’t really know what to do with the whole fame that came with him being a hero and now it makes so much sense. It’s not right, but it makes sense.

“Can we… uhm… use the hot tub when get home? I want to be close to you. As close as I can get. That’s my wish for today.” Izuku says with teary eyes, his arms tight around your waist. A tiny blush appears on your face as you mutter back, your face still hidden in his neck.

“I would really love that, Izu.”

You know you probably said this at least thousand times already, but having Izuku as your boyfriend was the best decision of your life.

…next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Okay, here’s my opinion about how much is out for the public canonically about Izuku (s6 spoilers): While Izuku told his classmates about the fact that he got his power from All Might, the public only knows that for some reason the boy was the the one Shigaraki wanted. At one point in the future I’m quite sure there will be gossips about him but I literally don’t think anyone would ever think about Deku being quirkless. People know their quirk has the same name but its just a name and everyone knows what a big fan Izuku is so everyone just thinks he’s being a fanboy.

- Also, I love how Izuku goes from “I’ll tell you my biggest secret and we will all cry about it” to “can we have a cheeky hot tub date now?” In five seconds. Bro just want to chill 😂

- Don’t tell anyone but Izuku’s dream is to be able to give his power to his quirkless, future kid if they want it. He would never force them to take it though, he’s not an asshole.

- My Hero Academia is different in this AU; for instance, the first book is literally just about Izuku struggling to get into UA, the second about him struggling to keep up then about Izuku unlocking his powers and the backstory villains (except Dabi, his story isn’t in the books at all out of respect to the Todoroki family but there are hints to it.)

- Before you ask: yes, some of the “messages” on the front are from Katsuki indeed. Hell, he probably came up with the whole “idea”. He wanted to swap books with Izuku after they reconciled but Izuku wanted to keep it to “never forget where he came from.”

- So I will try to be on time with the next chapter but I got sick (again) so please be patient with me!

- The next chapter will probably be an NSFW one, not because of the s mut (I don’t really want that chapter to be the s mut chapter, I have different plans, but these fuckers have their mind of their own sometimes 😂), but it will involve nakedness and quite a lot of touching so… yeah. Sorry if you need to skip most of the next chapter 😭😭😭😭

- If you are waiting for the next Shenanigans chapter, I’m also done with that but it’s a double chapter, half SFW and half NSFW and it’s 5K+, that’s why is so delayed 😂

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

[jamiedc-they-them]

Good People - Part II: Do Unto Others (Platonic)

Part 1 is here!

NOTE: Once again, this series (maybe? if people like it and their dynamic?) will be shorter pieces around certain scenes rather than full episodes. Kind of like summaries with specific lil bits with the main focus being Lucy and Y/N's friendship. Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: You take Lucy to Filly. A gunfight ensues. Lucy surprises you with loyalty.

"I thought I'd have to marry my Cousin," Lucy tells you as you both start to leave the desert and enter a forest area.

"...Uh...Ok?" you say, not really sure how to react to the information your new friend has just given you.

"Is that not...is that now how things are done up here? What about the survival of the Human Race?"

You snort, helping her over a log, "Don't think that's the thing on a lot of people's minds."

"How so?" she asks, genuinley confused.

"More so just concerned about the whole, survival of the self, type thing."

"That's understandable. Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"I won't."

"No, I meant like, ask me. 'Sure, go ahead.'"

"Oh. Sorry. Still getting used to the lingo out here."

You snort again, "ain't too much to learn. And, you're fine, wasn't the worse miscommunication."

She nods, smile on her face, "okey dokey."

You keep walking on, passing two people. You move out of their way, but Lucy gives them a friendly greeting. Nothing comes of it, but you still find yourself leaning in close to her - and accidentally making her jump as she didn't see that you had stopped - and saying to her, "try not to do that in general when out, ok? In towns? Maybe, especially with your quest. But out here," you move your finger in a circular motion, "don't."

"Can I ask why? Nothing bad happened," you partly pity and find her innocence kind of endearing.

"Just...this time it didn't go bad. It might not next time."

"Sorry."

"Don't - don't be sorry," you say, finding your guard going down a bit at her genuine apology, "just...lessons learnt, right?"

She nods, enthusiastically, "yes. One hundo percento!"

You shake your head, "alrighty then. Onward to Filly."

Filly wasn't a bad town. It had all sorts of life in it, not all nice mind, and a certain charm with the environment it laid in. It was also what led you to realise that, for most of your time surviving, you had spent it wandering in circles essentially, with you almost always ending up back here and some point.

Lucy moves between two people, reaching out and grabbing your hand to make sure you don't get lost. She tightens it a bit as you look back at the two people as they look at Lucy, discussing to themselves about the Vault Dweller.

"Y/N, come on," she says, tugging on your hand, "no need to start a fight."

Your hand unfurls from the fist it was in.

You nod at her, she nods back.

A vendor tries to get her to try some meat; she tries to find information on her dad; the vendor just goes back to selling meat.

"Move on. Come on. Don't wanna get trapped here," you say, trying to usher Lucy along.

"But he might --" Lucy protests.

"Trust me?" you ask, attempting to just keep her moving.

Yet --

"I do," Lucy says.

It makes you both pause.

"What?" she asks, genuinley confused.

"That quick, huh?"

She nods, now moving of her own volition.

"Like I said, good judge of character."

She walks on a bit, as you stay put.

"Huh," you say. You'd never been told that before. A snake, sure. Or some other bad word. But never someone to be trusted. Sounded foreign to you.

Still, it made you have a slight spring in your step - or as much as you could, given your current predicament.

Lucy looks in wonder at the place, "Wow-wee!" she says.

"Not a bad looker, is it? End of the world really brings out the creativity in people."

"I didn't expect this, for sure," she admits. Maybe it's her honesty, the ability to have her guard almost always be down, that makes you admire her a bit more. She trusts easily. It shakes you a bit, how quickly she both did that and gave you her water. Things like that are worth gold out here. And yet she gave it to you freely.

She's the one with that dart gun, and yet you find yourself being more of the protector. She accidentally barges shoulder with someone, and apologises. The man, a towering figure, looks her up and down. You stand between them, until his friend hits him as well.

"They might have something for you," you say, nodding to the shop, "I'll stay with you until you find something here. Then, let you be on your way."

"Wait, you aren't coming with me to my dad?" she asks, saddened.

"I mean, I didn't think so? If she has something, then you know where to go. I told you the golden rule: don't fuck with people, and they won't with you. About all you need to know really. That, and you got that," you nod to her weapon, "so you should be ok."

"'Should'?"

You sigh, running a hand on your face. You feel off, "yeah. I mean, I know you said about your vault and all, but that life is too good for someone like me."

"That's not true," she says, hurt on your behalf.

You hold a hand up, "look, we'll talk after, ok? You just go in first, see if she knows anything, then go from there, ok?"

She nods, mood dampened a little. She goes in; you sit in a chair, coughing a few times as you do. You don't know if it's the heat, or what, but something is dragging you down. You just hope it's not this infection. That would be an embarrassing way to go.

Time ticks by, before she leaves, face looking depressed.

"What happened?" you ask. But you don't get an answer, instead, she pauses, looking to a man with glasses.

He warns her about going back to her vault. That it isn't safe here. You chuckle, a dry one but still, he's hit the nail on the head.

He then surprises you both, he tells her facts about her vault: their primary crop is corn; there is a telesonic projector in your farm; it loops images of the Nebraskan countryside; meritocracy - whatever that means - something about the right thing apparently.

You miss the rest, and jolt at a hand on your shoulder. It's Lucy, who is looking at you in concern. She says something, looks away from you, but the voices overlap until -

"It's ok," Lucy says, softly. You look, and see the man she was talking to, a doctor - round glasses, a kind smile on his aged face, "he's a doctor."

"I don't have many - or any tools," he says, looking apologetic.

You wave him off, "not like I have many - or any caps."

He chuckles, leaning down a bit to look at you, "I think, in your condition, I can make an exception," you chuckle a bit this time - it instantly goes into a cough, "let's have a look at you," he reaches out, and you recoil, "to help, I will need to touch."

You seem to forget Lucy had previously held your hand and you had felt nothing of it, but you flinch when even she touches you and puts a hand on your knee.

"Y/N, this is the only way to help you," she insists, "you helped me get here. And, to be honest, I don't really want to leave you in this condition."

You look at her pleading eyes. She's only known you for an hour, tops, and yet she wants the genuine best for you.

You've been looked at like that before, it didn't end well. Friendships never did.

Still, you find yourself nodding. The doctor is gentle with his touch, looking at your scratches.

"I believe it is this one," he says, gesturing to one on your torn trousers being exposed to everything.

"Someone urinated on it," Lucy says.

The doctor looks to you, you confirm it, "ah, then this is what may of caused the infection. Either that, or general exposure to wasteland itself. How long have you had this wound?"

"I honestly do not know."

The doctor nods, stands, and readjusts his glasses, "I will try find you a Stimpack inside, and see if that helps your pain."

The woman from inside the shop comes out, and helps the doctor 'Wilzig' inside. Lucy helps you up. However, before anything else can happen, a Ghoul stands up, calling out to him.

Wilzig's leg is blown off. There's a tense moment, before bullets start flying. A stray bullet catches you on the shoulder. You stumble into the store. You look for a weapon, anything to help keep yourself and Lucy alive as the gunshots keep flying.

"Y/N. Y/N!" Lucy says, making sure not to touch you, but close enough to catch you if you fall, "you can't fight like this! You need to hide!"

"I ain't hiding!" you say, memories of a previous failure flashing in your mind, "not with that monster outside."

"I'll deal with him."

"With that little piss shooter?!" you snap, adrenaline pushing you at this point. A couple more coughs leave you.

"Look, you can't help like this, ok?" she says, taking her weapon out. And, despite your own circumstances, you can see clearly that it's drugs loaded into the thing - it'll do nothing here, "I will solve this as peacefully as I can, ok."

"That really ain't a good idea -"

"Trust me, Y/N. Ok? Golden rule. I have mine and you have yours. Right now, I'm gonna use mine, but if it goes bad, I'll use yours and this."

You can't even stop her as she goes outside.

The Ghoul seems almost annoyed at this whole thing. But, before he can shoot Lucy, a Brotherhood member appears in a suit, and blocks shots aimed for Lucy as they both come through the wall.

With the distraction, you take your moment. You don't have a gone, but you may as well...help. The good doctor helped you after all.

With Lucy and the shop owner's help, you pull Wilzig inside. They sit him down on a seat, as your wounds get to you. You stumble.

Lucy, in an instant, catches you and puts you on your own seat.

"Holy moly," Lucy says, looking at your bleeding shoulder, "that is in deep.

"I know," you say, trying to find something to pull it out with. The shop owner seems to know this, and pushes a knife towards you. You take it, and take a few steadying breaths.

Your hand shakes, adrenaline not helping you here at all. You're scared too. Have whatever the hell is wrong with you plus your fear. Not a great combo.

Lucy, attempting to ignore the Wilzig having a robotic foot being shoved into him, looks at you and approaches you.

"Here," she says, taking your hand and taking the knife, "let me."

"You even know what you're doing?"

She shrugs, "steadier hand, somehow," she quips, holding out her hand and comparing it to yours, "and, no time like the present."

You suppose you have like no options, so you just nod.

"You wanna know my golden rule?" she asks, trying to distract you as she psyches herself up. You make a noise she assumes is 'ok' and continues, "'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.'" she says, "you helped me, I'll help you. That is how we rebuild."

"The hell you jump from me to rebui--" you are cut off when Lucy jabs the knife into your shoulder. A burning white flash hits your vision. You hear a plethora of 'sorry!' leave her, but you finally the pain start to fade a small bit when you feel the knife be removed along with the bullet casing.

"Done! Done!" Lucy says. You try and focus your breathing and mind, trying to escape the pain.

You feel a glass of something be put in your hand. You down it. You feel the burn of some alcoholic drink.

"Now," the shopkeeper says," that should keep your friend going for a little bit. At least, until they find a Stimpack. I'm sure you'll find one on your way to Moldaver. You feel her pat you - you don't flinch, too focused on being in the present and not spinning, "you alright, kid?"

You give a thumbs up.

She gives you another pat. You open your eyes. You don't feel amazing. But, you don't feel as worse, so in this world that's positively amazing.

"I'll sneak you three out back," the shopkeeper says.

She keeps her word. Once again, something rare here.

Lucy, yourself, and Wilzig walk through the wasteland. Lucy keeps checking her pip boy every so often.

He passes away, and Lucy looks to the blade she has been given. It startles her when it activates.

You come to a rest, and your day gets even better:

Wilzig has taken a cyanide pill, and you need to decapitate him to keep going and have something to give Moldaver.

"Okey dokey, Luce," she says to herself, "you can do this. You can do this. Just...think of it as a massive knife that...moves, and you'll be -"

It activates again and she drops it. She doesn't reach it first, however, you do.

"Look away, is all I'll say."

"No, Y/N. No, you don't have to do this --"

"'Do unto others', right?" You nod, preparing yourself for the grim task, "I got this, ok? Just, look away, please? It'll get real messy."

She stutters a few times; seemingly wanting to persist, thank you, and object all in one go. But, she turns around. You look back at the body.

"Here we go..." you tell yourself, before activating the blade.

Guess you're in this now...fully.

Part 3

[vespidclan]

I know you said that 404 feels zero remorse about her actions now. But did she ever love Sparkbreak? Why she had a family with him? (I’m just really curious about their dynamic and Spark seems to be important, I hope we will know more about their past together one day)

you’ll definitely learn more about the past in a more detailed way someday. But boy am I glad you opened up this topic cuz I have a LOT to talk about them. Prepare to get LORED >:)

Sparkbreak and Moththorn knew each other while growing up, but their feelings for each other started to grow while they were young warriors, when they had a nice conversation at the gathering. After They’d both try to amuse each other with just about anything, like Spark making jokes or Moth talking on and on about bug facts. (he started to understand why her name was Moth hehe) The rest of the clan could already tell that they were swooning over each other and they became all the more happy for them once they finally became mates (for the record, Moth asked him out on patrol first. She was the deputy after all lol)

They held off having kits for a long time since they wanted to be smart about it, and because Mothy wasn’t ready to hold back on her position as deputy yet… so they spent their moons together with helping the clan and supporting each other. But during this time, it was also when Moth started getting her ‘eye problems’, which would make her erratic and paranoid whenever she saw the ‘lines of numbers’ or ‘colorful squares’. Sparkbreak really did his best to help her with the problem but, like the rest of Pineclan, didn’t believe her about something ‘lying across the borders’. (Which is another whole can of worms to open up. TLDR; she was belittled and ridiculed for her ‘delusions’ and that was what really messed her up both mentally and emotionally)

Mousestar would actually then push her to have kits with Spark so she could move past her ‘delusions’ and focus on something important. (also not good) That’s when they had Heartkit! And they’d also have Iciclekit and Mallowkit. And Mothy and Sparky did enjoy having kits, it was the most happiest they’d ever been

…but just a moon before Snake popped out, her hallucinations led her to find out there was no moons prior. The game hadn’t even started. She came to find that all those memories with Sparkbreak, her whole life, none of it was even happening and she was just living through them. It was all written up for her before she was even a concept. And this thinking led her to a downward spiral and isolation. The love of her life, the cat she trusted the most, she couldn’t see why he mattered anymore, because the time they spent wasn’t even real

It was reliving these ‘memories’ that finally got to her, because she and everyone were only in Moon 0—but what happened before? Did her friendships and relationships matter? Were her kits even her kits? She felt confined, trapped, limited, and Spark still couldn’t understand why. He thought he was doing good as a mate, but she was still troubled. Once her position was taken from her Sparky eventually just gave up on helping her because she was beginning to seem like a lost cause

…And that’s mostly all I’ll say! A lot to think on but I still want to keep tidbits of how Mothy discovered the full truth, what those ‘hallucinations’ and ‘false memories’ were (very important), and how the inner clan war started. But to answer; yeah, she truly loved him. He was her butterfly. now? she would trade him for a disgusting old penny haha

[mc-lukanette]

"You want me to patrol?" Luka asked, staring down at the snake miraculous being held out to him.

Ladybug nodded. "Yeah! Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be great at it!"

That wasn't what he'd been thinking about, actually. Taking the miraculous from her hand and putting it on - something she looked oddly pleased about - he pressed, "I don't mind, but why do you want me to do it?"

The miraculous shifted into its disguised state, a light coming off to bring Sass back into existence. The kwami reclined back like he was lounging in an invisible chair, then waved a paw and replied, "Public opinion."

Luka stared, still feeling lost.

Ladybug tilted her head in Sass's direction, continuing, "It's hard for snake heroes to gain any favor from the public. Real snakes are scary for people and no one can understand your power more than you can."

He vaguely understood that. To everyone else, the snake's powers weren't particularly flashy and the only one who got to experience the reset timelines was him. He'd never particularly considered how people thought about it as he didn't really care, but he acknowledged that the two were making sense.

"I care about all my heroes," Ladybug added, putting her hands on her hips, "and I want the public to care about them too. I'm sure all you need to do is go out there, put on a little snake charm, maybe tell a few stories about your timelines, and everyone will get that Viperion does great work just like everyone else, if not greater."

He couldn't be sure if she'd added on the end because she meant it, or because she could only gauge his success rather than his time and effort. The thought that she considered him a hard enough worker that he could outpace others made him smile.

"I'll do it. Thank you, Ladybug."

She beamed. "No, thank you." She took his wrist with the bangle in both hands and lifted it to her chest level, as if reciting a prayer to it. "I have my own things to do, but I know you'll do a good job with or without me!"

He nodded obediently. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"No! Or—" She paused, pursing her lips. It was the face of someone who felt like they were forgetting something. "Mm, not know, but..."

She pulled out her yoyo, popping it open and slipping her hand inside. Her tongue stuck out to the side as she searched for whatever she was looking for, at one point putting her whole forearm in. When the movement stopped, she lit up with a delighted, "Aha!" and lifted out a folded sheet of paper. She unfolded it to give it a quick check, then happily handed it over to him.

It was a map of Paris, lines snaking across with numbered indicators and circled locations. He would've assumed it was Ladybug's that she was letting him borrow if not for the "Property of Viperion" written in the corner, both 'i's dotted with hearts.

It was cute.

Ladybug sidled up next to him, pointing to the various parts of the map to explain, "This is the quickest way to get around the city while still making sure you're being thorough. The circled spots are where you can meet with a lot of people at once; great for public image. Even Chat doesn't know these."

"Really?" Despite the teasing tone in her voice, he knew she wasn't lying.

"He doesn't need it. He's a cat and people love cats." She rolled her eyes in faux exasperation, then nudged him with a playful smile. "We snakes and ladybugs have to stick together, right?"

He smiled back. He had no idea where this whole conversation of hers had come from, but he nodded and agreed, "Right."

And with that, she was ready to go, stepping away and waving him goodbye before heading off. Luka waved back, but felt eyes on him and turned his head to see Sass staring at him with a knowing expression.

"...What?"

He learned that day that Sass hissed when chuckling.

——

Patrolling was entirely different from fighting akuma, Viperion learned. There wasn't any real tension so long as he didn't find anything, and it felt like it served a nice role in getting him further acclimated to his hero self. He could jump and travel around easily enough when he was called upon, but it didn't escape him how his jumps grew more confident and his landings more solid as time went on.

Whenever he came across a circled area on the map, he would do as Ladybug had recommended and talk to the various civilians he'd find there. Unlike what he imagined would happen with Ladybug or Chat Noir, he had to check on them first rather than being called over for pictures or comments. It didn't bother him beyond the concern that he wasn't doing as much as Ladybug asked, but he couldn't verify until he went back to her.

Time passed smoothly enough, Viperion mentally checking off the map's numbers as he went. Near the end of the patrolling path happened to be around Marinette's house too, so he was in a good mood.

He was within eyesight of the place when someone suddenly called out, "Hey, Viperion~!"

He almost faltered, looking out towards the familiar voice to see Marinette on her balcony and excitedly trying to wave him down. He smiled unconsciously, feeling the natural pull she always had on him that urged him closer, but snapped out of it when he remembered that he was Viperion at the moment. He was supposed to be a stranger to her.

Taking one more look at his map, he noted the circle - oddly enough - right around the bakery. He supposed it could've been referring to the park nearby, but regardless, he was meant to be talking to civilians and Marinette was indeed a civilian.

If it wasn't what Ladybug had in mind, he'd twist the rules just this once.

Giving Marinette a look to convey his intent, he waited for her to step back before leaping towards her, allowing him enough space on the balcony to safely land. It was equally helpful that some of the various things on the surface had been moved in such a way that he'd had a clear place to drop onto.

"Hey... citizen." Wow, that sounded bizarre. "Can I help you?"

She giggled - cute - and nodded at him. Beckoning to him, she stepped back towards the entrance to her bedroom. "Yeah. Come with me for a minute."

She was so forward about it that Viperion genuinely wondered if this was just something that happened with heroes, or only with Marinette specifically. Perhaps Ladybug had even been invited inside before?

He couldn't bring himself to refuse her, so he followed her down onto her bed, then down the stairs to the main part of her room. He watched her walk across and bend down to the chest near her chaise lounge, her hands fiddling with the latch to open it. She reached inside and pulled out something teal, but he couldn't quite see what it was with her body obscuring it.

Marinette, careful not to show him what was in her arms, walked over to a full-body mirror nearby. Finally turning to him, she held up the object and asked, "What do you think?"

Viperion's jaw dropped. There in her arms was a Viperion plush and, judging from his own reflection in the mirror, she'd even gotten the smaller details right. He got the distinct feeling that she had looked at him more than he'd looked at himself just to ensure that the plush was accurate.

"Wow, it's..." He approached, reaching out but not feeling able to touch the plush, as if he wasn't worthy of it. At Marinette's encouragement, he gingerly held one of the little arms and gave it a squish to test its softness. "This is incredible work."

"Thanks." She beamed, swaying her hips and looking pleased with herself. "I try to make one of everyone, but this one's my favorite."

He looked at her questioningly, touched yet confused, but she wasn't meeting his eyes anymore. Her gaze turning back at the chest, she gently placed the plush in his arms and returned to her collection to start pulling more of her work out.

Viperion glanced at the stuffed imitation of him, unsure of how to handle it but doing his best to give it support. Marinette must've seen him at some point while setting out plushies, given the otherwise random giggle she'd let out.

After roughly a minute, she'd finished, sitting in the middle of the two groups she'd set out and spreading her arms out above them. Indeed, there was a group of plush superheroes to one side of her and even a group of plush akuma to the other. If he really eyed their details, he could tell which had been made when she was just starting out and which she'd done recently once she had experience, but it was all equally impressive to him.

Bringing the plush with him, he sat down in front of her and let it sit on his lap. He couldn't care less what he'd looked like, too busy admiring her work. His face must've shown it without him saying anything, as she puffed her chest out like she was basking in the unspoken praise.

Then, his eyes locked on something purple, black, and out of place amongst the heroes. In any other circumstance, he probably wouldn't have focused or commented on it, but it was also of him: specifically, Silencer, his akumatized self who had relentlessly chased down Bob Roth and stolen the voices of multiple people, including Ladybug herself. Bitter memories rushed back to him of waking up after the fact and fearing what might've happened while he'd been under someone else's control, the worst being if he'd hurt Marinette in some way

"That's an akuma," he said flatly. His own tone caught him off guard, but Marinette either didn't notice or didn't mind his disdain for that particular plush.

She followed his gaze to the mini Silencer in question. Rather than realizing that she'd made a mistake, she smiled, picking up the plush and setting it on her lap. Hand resting on the soft helmet on its head, she looked at him and explained, "Yeah, but... he's a hero to me."

She couldn't keep saying things like that to him without elaboration. He could only take so much without letting his civilian self show.

Thankfully, she elaborated this time, "People at my school get akumatized all the time; sometimes right in front of me. I have to run away from them as fast as I can, because even if they're not after me, I'm still another potential target for them." She turned the plush so she could look at its face, her eyes going soft as she continued, "Silencer was the first time someone got akumatized to protect me; when I felt honored to be protected. He didn't want my attention either, he wanted to get revenge because of what Bob Roth did."

Viperion hadn't known that. He'd had a brief discussion with Marinette about something he'd apparently said, but he'd been needed on stage and couldn't finish any sort of conversation with her. It warmed him greatly, knowing that she appreciated him even as an akuma.

"Sure, he was still another one of Hawk Moth's akuma, so Ladybug had to take care of him," she acknowledged, "but I think he's a little misunderstood, like you."

"Like me?"

She nodded, bringing back her point from earlier. "That's why the Viperion plush is my favorite. You're the least popular out of everyone, but I bet you do so much work during your Second Chances. Even though you should be getting more credit for it, no one notices until you're going around—" She gestured between them, indicating their current situation. "—like this."

He grew quiet, already seeing the connection. His heart sank at the thought.

"...It's relatable," she whispered with a sad smile, her fingertips trailing across the top ridge of the plush Silencer's helmet, "not being noticed for what you can do, people seeing you at your surface level..."

Shifting, Viperion held his plush self to his chest and moved within arm's reach of her. With his free hand, he reached out, cupping her cheek to tilt her face up to him.

Quietly, but firmly, he told her, "For what it's worth, I think you deserve to be noticed for all of you, not just the part that people decide to see."

It was definitely pushing the boundaries of what he should be "allowed" to do as a hero, but at its core, Viperion thought that that's what a hero was meant to do. Saving Paris was only the surface level of what people saw heroism as: the deeper, more important part was to care for the emotional well-being of the civilians.

He'd already gone through akumatization once and he'd never wish such an experience on Marinette. Keeping her happy was a top priority for him, both before and now, regardless of how she felt about him.

Her mouth curving back into the smile he'd missed in its short time away, Marinette reached up and placed her hand over his. "Thank you. Sorry if I brought the mood down."

"This is my job—" It wasn't, not in the way she'd be thinking of anyway. "—and it's not much compared to what you did. Thanks for appreciating me."

She nodded, eyes shining with her own gratefulness. There seemed to be more that she wanted to say, but she dropped his hand and shook her head to rid herself of it. Regretfully, she admitted, "I shouldn't keep you any longer."

He nearly blurted out that she could keep him forever if she wanted, but he held back. Equally as regretful as her, he returned the Viperion plush to her waiting hands.

Marinette took it, taking the plush in her free hand and scooting out of the way. The movement left a Marinette-sized space where she'd been, which is where she decided to set the plush down. Putting the Silencer plush back where he was before, she also took the Ladybug plush and let it settle next to the Viperion one.

It left the two as the only ones in the once-empty spot.

"They look good together," she commented, looking over her shoulder at him.

He stared, not sure how to feel about his crush having an opinion on his relationship with someone else, but he didn't express it. She clearly thought highly of his partnership with Ladybug in a way no one else did, which he considered a positive.

"...Yeah." He grinned at her. "I think so too."

——

"So?" Ladybug clasped her hands together, curiosity in her eyes. "How'd it go?"

"I got to talk to people," Luka replied vaguely as he handed the miraculous back to her. His visit with Marinette had made everything else fuzzy by comparison. "There was no trouble, but there was only one person who wanted to see Viperion."

"I'm sure that'll change!" she assured, her blinding confidence thoroughly astounding him. Leaning in and grasping his shoulders, she insisted, "You deserve to be appreciated, whether that's as a civilian, a hero, or an akuma."

He went to thank her, practically overflowing with all the affection he'd received at that point, but he paused when her words truly registered with him.

Ladybug, however, didn't give him a chance to respond. She stepped away, stashing the snake miraculous into her yoyo and making her escape back out into the city with her usual wave of good-bye.

Luka was certain that he'd heard properly: she'd said akuma. He supposed it could just be a coincidence that Marinette and Ladybug had both happened to reference his akumatized self, but Ladybug's expression had hinted to him that it was more than that. It had been strange to him that Marinette's balcony had been open for him, and even more so that Marinette happened to be there like she was waiting for him. If both she and Ladybug had wanted him to feel appreciated (mission accomplished on that one, obviously), then it was possible that they'd teamed up to give him a double dose of gratitude.

Or at least, that must've been the reason, because the only other option was—

Ah.

Just like that, Luka blushed a deep shade of red, the memory of Marinette placing the Ladybug and Viperion plushies together burning itself permanently into his mind.

[stone-stars]

murph was so fucked up for this. reveal of all time.

Transcript:

[The sounds of a storm in the background.] Beverly (Caldwell): What have you learned? Murph: He sits back down at his desk. Um, and you see he pulls out an old tome, and he begins flipping through it. And he goes-- Erdan (Murph): Okay, so. Apparently, there are multiple components to the Wraith's plague. It's not just a disease. It's something-- it's something more subtle than that. When you and I talked about it you described seeing the Wraith bounce from corpse to corpse when you first fought it. Beverly: Corpse stride, yes. Erdan: Right. [Emily laughs.] Well, what if the creature didn't have to be dead for the Wraith to be able to possess it? What if it merely had to be… asleep, or incapacitated? Beverly: So you're saying that… anyone that's infected could be possessed by the Wraith? Erdan: I-- I think that's possible. And if that were the case, then someone like you could hand an infected sword to someone like me. I'd be incapacitated by the initial disease, and you could cure me of it. But then, theoretically, the Wraith could still have possessed me while I was out. Not controlling me at first, but lying dormant in my body until an opportune moment-- [Emily: Mmmm.] -- Like when you and your friends left Gladeholm. Do you hear what I'm saying, Beverly? [The Purge begins playing.] Murph: You see Erdan's face begins to sprout bubbling cysts. [Emily gasps] That pop thick, dark green goo. Erdan: Someone like me would have access to the All-Caster. Someone like me would be able to cast a powerful Dominate Person spell on it, and turn the whole city against you. I know you felt guilty about endangering your friends, Beverly, but don't worry. It is they who are endangering you. Caldwell: My sword is already at his throat. Murph: You see three arrows fly through the window from an unseen attacker. [Emily gasps.] Jake: What?! Murph: You see Cran and Derlin-- Caldwell: No! Murph: --wielding rapiers with glazed eyes burst from a closed wardrobe [Emily gasps] and stab into you. We cut to Moonshine. Jake: (quietly) Fuck. Fuck! Murph: Um-- Beverly: (gasps, then yells) Fuck, guys! What the hell, I didn't do anything!

Emily: Okay, well, I gotta be hon-- I gotta be truthful to how I feel. Moonshine (Emily): Pee Paw, I-- I've been wanting to tell you, when you taught me Counterspell? I… I acted like it was really annoying and I didn't wanna learn it, and I just keep regretting that I didn't live in that moment a little more. Murph: Uh, you see he puts his hand on your shoulder, and he goes-- Lucanus (Murph): My daughter, I'm glad that you're embracing this side of yourself. Moonshine: Thank you. Lucanus: You know, your mother and I have been talking about you a lot. Murph: Um, and you see he opens the doors to his quarters, um, and you see Mee Maw is in the center of the room. Moonshine: Mee Maw, this is also so wonderful because I've been wanting to talk to you, because, I've… been getting stronger, and I think I-- you know the druid change, where you suddenly live super long? Mee Maw (Murph): Oh. Moonshine: And I just-- it just feels really complicated. It's just really nice to have my mom and dad around right now. Mee Maw: Well it's so nice to have you around, Moonshine. Moonshine: Yeah. Mee Maw: Tell me, do you know the Shapechange spell yet? Murph: And you see she sticks out her tongue, and it appears forked. [Hisses] Then, the rest of her body turns into a giant snake. Moonshine: Um, actually I did just learn it, Mee Maw. I-- I could probly change into that too, if I wanted. [Laughs nervously] I didn't know you knew-- Lucanus: That won't be necessary. Freeze, right where you are. Murph: You see Lucanus holds his hand up and shoots a 9th level Cone of Cold at you. [Emily laughs in shock.] Murph: We cut over to-- Caldwell: Augh. Murph: Hardwon. Caldwell: Hey man, it's been a while since I said this, but fuck you! [Murph laughs. So does Jake.] Emily: (yelling) Oh my god! I like, literally was like-- I literally was like, "oh, like, I can't wait to see Lucanus and Mee Maw again," and that shit happened with Beverly, but I was like "well, gotta be truthful to exactly what Moonshine would want to have said to them!” Caldwell: Anyway, I'm excited for this Ol' Cobb reunion!

Murph: Hardwon. You follow Cobb back, he's kinda shooting the shit. Um, he takes you to the house that Cobb was sharing with Red and Gunther and Egwene and stuff. And he takes you into the house, and you see that Jaina and Maw Maw are there waiting for you. Jake: Aw, fuck off. [Caldwell laughs.] Jake: I-- I bend the knee to Maw Maw. [Murph laughs.] Maw Maw (Murph): Welcome home, my champion. Hardwon (Jake): My queen. My sister. And my best friend. What could be better? [Murph and Emily laugh.] Murph: Uh, you see Ol' Cobb walks over, and he pulls out a long case, and he goes-- Cobb (Murph): I got somethin' for you here, brother. Hardwon: For me? Cobb! You shouldn't have, uh-- but shit, I got you-- Jake: I pat my pockets. Hardwon: --I also got you a gift. Uh, you go first. Cobb: Alright. I got you… a belly fulla lead. Murph: You see he opens it up, pulls out a blunderbuss, and blasts you in the stomach Caldwell: Fuck. Murph: As Maw Maw goes for your neck and Jaina swings her hammer. Everybody roll initiative. Jake: Okay. Fuck this. [Caldwell laughs.] Emily: Owh…. [A dice rolls.]

[miriadalia]

Bye, this edit just broke my heart in so many ways T-T

'Cause I think that's the way they're gonna keep the story going for Kwon/Tory/Robby (at least it would be the most logical approach)

However, I don't want the part of "lying to my face" being true for Kwon. Even if he approaches her at first with second intentions I want him to change when he gets to know how great Tory really is </3, learn how to be a real friend and maybe even falling in love with her (boohoo me all you want, this is a free Tumblr and I can ship whoever I want)

And the "I won't fight for love if you don't meet me halfway" OOFFF :') that's exactly the reason why I think Keenry are gonna break up (if they aren't broken up already)

Robby really needs to wake up and fight for Tory's love, can't take her for granted when she's always been there for him:

when he had problems with his dad,

when he was sad he lost the All Valley for the second time,

with all the Kenny drama,

with his juvie papers,

with his own self esteem and identity,

do I have to remind you that back in seasons 3 and 4 when anyone in Cobra Kai or Miyagi Do wanted him she was the only one who told him to "STAY", invited him to the snake prank and then to Prom because he couldn't go as he wasn't a student because of the fight???

She protected him from all the things Kreese was plotting against Silver by not saying him a word and endure the consequences when she was forced to break that solid stone.

Yes, Robby did good things for Tory too as worrying about her when she was sad because of her job, but at the same time there had been moments where he really pissed me off:

In season 5 when she wouldn't leave Cobra Kai he immediately assumed it was because she was enjoying herself being a champion and didn't stop to think for a second that maybe she couldn't leave because other reasons (hello? You know CK, you've been there, you know how awful they can be). Didn't ask her either, just told her "or Cobra Kai or me" and broke up with her in that very moment leaving her ALONE IN A PARKING LOT!!

Yes, he then went alone and defied Silver when he talked to all the CK students including Tory ("I should have taken you all with me"), but that was AFTER Tory went to Sam and revealed she had been plotting with Kreese all along against Silver's CK..........

Then in season 6 he kind of forced her to be friends with Sam and Miguel (her ex who cheated on her... yes, I don't forget that he wasn't the one drunk that night -.- and still kissed other girl) in the weirdest, most uncomfortable double date possible. ALL WHILE LEAVING HER ALONE A COUPLE TIMES because he wanted to talk to Kenny.

And we arrive at the moment where Tory's mom dies. It's true that he called her again and again and sent her a lot of messages... But if my girlfriend disappears FOR DAYS and doesn't even go to high school and had already told me that the FREAKING PSYCHOPATH of her old sensei has been trying to get closer to her... IDK, maybe... I CALL THE POLICE???? Or run immediately to her house as I know her mother is sick and she's a teen alone with her little brother???

And that last part makes me think (but I know this is just the writer's laziness): why does Robby act like an older brother to Anthony and not to Brandon??? Why did we never have a scene with them bonding? Anyways, as I say, that's lazy writing, so this point I will leave it out.

So, with all that said:

Robby doesn't deserve Tory at this point of the series. And it really breaks my heart because I ship them and I see that they can make each other really happy.

However, they're both growing up. And Tory's mom death has been an awakening for her I think... The nice boy with charming eyes that dances with you at Prom isn't enough for enduring the most difficult part of your life.

Tory didn't say to the nurse "THERE'S NO ONE" because of egoism. It's because she really feels that she's alone in the world. Can we blame her? Would you pick up the phone to the boy who leaves you alone everytime something too complicated occupies his mind? (Kenny, Miyagi Do, the captain place to go to the Sekai Taikai...) If he had left you on your own so many times??

I'll wait and watch part 2 to judge the reason why he didn't even notice she had come back to Cobra Kai and was so shocked when he already knew Kreese was searching for her.

If the reason was "I was busy training and thought you were mourning alone at your house and didn't wanna talk to anyone".......... I'm afraid I'll have to say goodbye to this ship </3

Robby needs to fight for her love. But by that I don't mean winning against Kwon. That's just stupid. Tory's not the price. To win her back he will have to proof himself worthy of her, being there for her when she loses, when she cries for her mother, when she's so angry she only wants to fight everybody, when she's so scared because she has nowhere to go... JUST BE THERE, ROBERT, it's not that complicated!!!!! And above everything, DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE HER for coming back to the only place she knows she and her emotions will be accepted and valued T-T