#sour keysmash

[askoverkill]

you really hope Lupus will like the cake

transcription below:

(You've never given Lupus cake before.) (In fact, you've never chosen food for them at all.)

(What do they like?) (After their time in Ficellville and traveling, they enjoy home cooked meals.)

(But what specifically?) (Do they enjoy sweets?) (Sour? Savory? Salty?)

(There's so much you don't know about this kid.) (Huh!)

I hope they like it. Lupus can be so particular about some things.

Lupus? Who's that?

Ah. Right. Oops.

Siffrin! Isabeau, you're both-

PFFFT?!

Why are you two wet?

We thought we'd go for an evening swim.

Water you talking about, Sif. We were having a swimmingly nice stroll. That happened to be in the water.

Sure, hehe.

Why don't you two change your clothes and sit down? There's a surprise waiting-

SIFFRENT!!!!!!!

(GAH!) (Lupus barrels out of the door and tackles you to the ground!)

Siffrent! I missed you! I need Siffy kissies, please, please!!!!

(Aw! They missed you!) (You have to obey their orders.) (You strain your neck to lean forward to deliver the Siffy kissies.)

YAY! MY KISSIE!!! YAAAAAY!!!!!

Uhm... Sif? Who is this... child?

That's me! I'm the child, and I'm his little baby! And he loves me! He said so!!!!!

Yeeeup. That's my Lulu.

(keysmash)

[thesightstoshowyou]

When you leave comments like this:

here’s what I see:

“I don’t actually appreciate the work you put into writing this fic. I don’t think about the time, the care, the love, the effort it takes to write something this intensive. Just drop everything you’re doing to give me, specifically, more, more, more.”

There is no next part, commenter. This is part 6, the final installment of a multichapter fic I’ve been working on for 3 years, with many other fics that branch off of this concept. This is the hardest I’ve worked on any story in my entire 30-some years of writing. I love it with all my heart.

Now, I don’t actually believe you intend these comments to come off this way. You don’t mean to discourage me, or to leave a sour taste in my mouth, or to make me consider ending everything I’m currently working on and deleting this blog forever.

So, let me help you. In the future, when you comment on a writer’s work, try this instead:

“I loved this! I particularly liked (insert favorite part here). This made me feel (insert emotions here). Thank you so much for blessing my dash with this masterpiece. I would love to see more of these characters.”

This is so much more constructive. I’ve received comments like this before and, let me tell you, I got to work on that next chapter almost immediately (even if I hadn’t originally planned to write one).

On that note, thank you to the people who have stuck with me this long, who leave amazing comments, who reblog, who keysmash in the tags. You encourage me and make this all worth it ❤️

[smarmykinsdraws]

Hi! I'm Smarmykins!

Welcome to my chaotic art cave and fanfic lair.

AO3 linked below ↓

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4670800

I make canon-style chibi art, write way too many Twisted Wonderland fics, and occasionally black out and create OCs with terrifying levels of lore. 🫠

I draw:

TWST characters (especially Lilia because brainrot)

My OCs (they’re real to me ok??)

Cute chibis, upside-down menaces, cursed trench coat guards, and traumatized dorm leaders

Random matcha-flavored gremlins and emotional damage

I write:

An Unexpected Family AU (you like family secrets and emotional destruction? I GOT YOU.)

Moonbeam AU (IRL AU with McDonald’s magic, chronic illness, and romance)

Red Rebel Rising (Riddle discovers rock music. Enough said.)

Logan Leech Mafia Lore (He’s hot. He’s dangerous. He’s problematic and I love him.)

All fics are on AO3 under Smarmykins! Tagging is chaotic but functional 😌

🦇 Favorites:

Lilia Vanrouge (I will fight anyone about him)

Riddle Rosehearts (he needs a HUG and a THERAPIST)

Silver (sweet sleepy baby 💔)

Epel (in denial about the crush? it’s called Aurepel now)

Drawing while sleep-deprived

Making myself cry over fictional characters

💌 Ask me about:

My OCs (Perenniahaven dorm supremacy)

Moonbeam lore (she’s me. I’m her. we struggle, we slay.)

TWST headcanons and chaos theories

How Logan Leech accidentally became hot

Why Lilia is everyone’s dad now

Tag navigation coming soon!

Until then, scroll with caution. There’s fluff, angst, memes, and unholy amounts of Lilia content.

DNI

Welcome to my lair. Here’s who can turn right around and trip over a rake on the way out:

❌ Bigots — Racists, homophobes, transphobes, ableists, misogynists... y’all are roaches in the drywall and I’m the exterminator.

❌ Proshippers / MAP defenders / Abuse apologists — If you think calling it “just fiction” makes it okay, I hope your milk goes sour every time you pour a bowl of cereal.

❌ Anti-OC / Anti-Self Insert clowns — If my beloved sparkly brain spawn offends your sensibilities, cry about it.

❌ “Devil’s advocates” — Congrats on playing debate club in the underworld. Go touch grass and leave me out of your villain arc.

❌ People who hate Lilia Vanrouge — You’re wrong. I don’t even have a witty retort. You’re just wrong.

❌ People who start discourse in tags. Tags are for screaming, crying, and keysmashing. Not for TED Talks.

💥 Frequently Asked Questions (a.k.a. Questions the Voices in My Head or My Sister Have Asked Me) 💥

Q: Are Vaughn and Aurelius dating???

A: NO. Vaughn is a golden retriever in human form. Aurelius is a stressed-out field medic with ✨trauma✨ and a cat. They’re besties. Vaughn gives "I would jump in front of a train for you, bro" energy while Aurelius is just trying to keep his blood pressure down. Respect the platonic love. 🙏

Q: Do you draw with fancy tools??

A: Nope! Just my Samsung Galaxy S9 FE tablet, Ibis Paint X, and ✨my finger or stylus depending on the mood✨. Sometimes I draw with the stylus, sometimes I go full caveman. Either way, it's ✨art✨.

Q: Who is Moonbeam??

A: Me. That’s me. That is my anime fursona, my self-insert, my comfort character, my chaos conduit. She wears pink glasses, fights lupus, and kisses Lilia Vanrouge with tongue. NEXT QUESTION.

Q: Wait… tongue??

A: You heard me. Respect the Lilibeam. It’s romance, it’s chaos, it’s eyeliner smudged by affection. 💋🦇

Q: Why does Logan Leech have so much rizz??

A: I blacked out and made him with all the leftover Leech sibling DNA and gave him a mafia trench coat. I don’t know how it happened. I’m scared too.

Q: Why is there a guy named Shadow Cookie.

A: I panicked. I couldn’t think of a name. He’s in Diasomnia. He trains to be Malleus’ guard. He’s based on the Oreo guards from Wreck-It Ralph. We do not question Shadow Cookie.

Q: How long have you been drawing?

A: Forever. But I only started taking it seriously-seriously in recent years. I’ve never gone to art school. I just went ✨goblin mode✨ and never stopped.

Q: Why does your art style look kinda like Pokémon?

A: Because Pokémon was my first anime and it infected my soul. That and a steady diet of Vocaloid, fanart, and unhinged Pinterest boards.

Q: What’s Perenniahaven??

A: Ohhh you’ve activated my trap card. That’s my custom TWST dorm full of OCs like Osgood Varon (trauma), Aurelius (heals people, hates boba), Vaughn (himbo rights), and the Blackthorne brothers (gothic children with lore). Crowley made it out of boredom after Malleus overblotted. It’s canon in my mind.

Q: Can I draw your OCs?

A: YES. OMG. PLEASE. I will cry and explode and hug a pillow for 3 hours. Just tag me so I can scream.

Q: Why does Osgood Varon talk like he’s always halfway through a Shakespeare play and a mental breakdown??

A: Because he is. The man quotes poetry in one breath and then tries to subtly manipulate you with the next. He wears silk, cries in the mirror, and would politely gaslight you about what time dinner is. He was Pomefiore’s Housewarden before Vil beat him in a ✨DRAMATIC✨ duel. Yes, it was very extra. No, he hasn’t emotionally recovered.

Q: Why is Aurelius so quiet? Is he okay??

A: He’s trying. Leave him alone. He grooms cats better than he grooms himself, has a heart made of gold, and once fixed someone’s sprained ankle with a magic spell called “Golden Mend” while crying. Also hates boba because it’s a texture war crime. Love him.

Q: Who is Vaughn and why does he have zero trauma??

A: He’s the only Perenniahaven boy who was LOVED as a child and it shows. He’s chaotic dumbutt energy in a stylish hoodie, says “bro” unironically, and would absolutely get possessed first in a horror movie but survive through sheer plot armor and vibes.

Q: What is Magnus Blackthorne’s deal???

A: Four years old when he lost his parents. Now he’s a mini-theater kid with a vocabulary like a Victorian villain. Uses 吾輩, probably threatened a ghost once, and will fake faint for attention. He’s like if a haunted doll came to life and demanded glitter.

Q: Is Silas the emo older brother??

A: Yes. He reads philosophy, broods in the library, and will hit you with a cold “hmm.” if you annoy him. He is 80% composed of quiet rage and black turtlenecks. He uses 私 most of the time but will pull out 儂 when he’s feeling ✨unwell✨.

Q: Why does Perenniahaven have so many emotionally unstable pretty boys?

A: That’s the branding. Our dorm motto is “Beauty, Control, Chaos, Crying.” Crowley made it a week after Malleus overblotted and he was bored on a Wednesday. There’s a chandelier in the common room that nobody can reach. It’s always slightly crooked.

Q: Can you join Perenniahaven??

A: If you’ve ever cried in a museum gift shop, fallen in love with a fictional villain, or accidentally said “thank you” when someone insulted you—yes. Welcome home.

Q: Is there a therapist in the dorm?

A: Vaughn tried to be one once and gave everyone Capri Suns instead of actual advice.

Q: Is this just a support group for traumatized aesthetics goblins??

A: Correct. It’s also a dorm. There’s snacks in the fridge and possibly ghosts in the basement.

Read This Or Get Hexed

🦇 If you like soft boys with repressed rage, chaotic besties with plot armor, and emotionally volatile ex-Pomefiore warlords with control issues… congrats. You're one of us now.

💖 Expect fanart, lore dumps, chibi chaos, and me crying over my OCs at 2AM like it’s a competitive sport.

🖊️ All art made with ✨nothing but fingers, phone screens, tears, and a Samsung tablet stylus when I feel fancy.

I do not sleep. I do not trace (unless I say it). I do, however, emotionally bond with my creations like they’re real people.

📌 This blog is powered by: – ✨Unhinged creativity

– 🧠 Brainrot (Lilia, Logan, Lilibeam, et cetera)

– 😤 Spite

– 🍵 Matcha

– 💖 And the belief that emotionally repressed anime boys deserve love and therapy

🔮 So whether you're here for lore, chaos, OC bonding, or just vibin’ with me and my dysfunctional sons...

Welcome to the inner sanctum.

Welcome to the brain soup.

Welcome to Perenniahaven.

My moots!

@justyoureverydaytwstsimp

@rooksforehead

@hayliethepurplepotato

@valy-gc

@miniatureteaset

@eternalnightveil

@aster-luna-light

@heyhellohihowareyou

@demonixoverlord

@creatorbiaze

@loyd-twist

@waywardstardustcollector

[rpcburnbook]

and if the vibe of the ad (tone, graphics, community aim, etc) doesn't match the site, it's false advertising and will get people soured to your site very quickly for wasting their time. it's not rocket science. //

False advertising is when you lie about the product or service not when you don't have cohesive branding [insert keysmash]

~

[roisnoir]

Get to know your moots

Tagged by @genginger

Last song: the Anemone song. It's been in my head for three days!

Favourite colour:

YES.

see: my current art fixation

if you made me choose (whyfor must choose?? all colors good!) i'd go with deep cool jewel tones. dark turquoise and underwater greens and rich purples. but also bright fuchsia and tangy orange and berry reds.

I don't really go in for artist's statements, but in this case? i am actually thinking about writing one. Because it's about rejecting dull beige conformity and embracing color and joy and pretty things that exist just because i wanted to make a pretty thing for no reason other than to create pretty things. It's a tiny resistance to the toxic dumpster fire that seems to want to burn outside my windows.

Last book: I'm between books at the moment. I've jettisoned five romance novels within 50 pages of starting for a variety of reasons in the past two days:

wasn't feeling the main pairing (just… no chemistry. i know that can be hard to write, but c'mon. this is ROMANCE! if they're not into each other, why i am bothering to read it?)

one was the second book in a series and didn't bother with any setup

one was a first in a series and opened with a four page glossary of characters involved (at least the names weren't fantasy keysmash with decorative punctuation but i saw that and immediately glazed over.) this was a contemporary romance, not a historical, fantasy, or sci-fi epic.

grammatical mistakes that any semiconscious editor would have caught on the first pass ("Her and Jane followed [the butler] down the corridor" and male protag "was donned in his best evening wear" (which is a little trickier, because 'donned' is a weird archaic word, but it is used incorrectly here. 'He had donned his best..' would have fixed it. ish.) and yes, i am being persnickety. If this is writing that i would expect to pay or be paid for? Get It Right. (unless you're doing it deliberately, but that does not appear to be the case here)

wildly, lazily anachronistic. you can't just file off the serial numbers on a contemporary 'girl runs dad's company bc he's got dementia and she is trying to hide it from the board' and slap it into regency London without a LOT of reworking everything.

Last movie: I threw in Lilo and Stitch the other day because I needed something light and amusing. Last thing I saw in a theater was Deadpool vs Wolverine.

Last show: …no idea. Nothing current. I watch old stuff on DVD when i need background noise, so Cosmos was most recent. But regular TV kinda shows? uhhhhhhh

Sweet/spicy/savoury: no sour? Sour wins over all because it can encompass all other flavors! sweet sours! spicy sours! savory sours! yum yum yum!

Relationship: 20+ years with my partner. I donno - i think he likes me! hehe

Tagging: YOU! Unless you don't want to, which is very ok.

[drakkonyan]

7, 21, 24 and 30? (for the artist asks)

7- either eyes, hair or cat doodles, I feel I have somewhat of a consistency in those first 2 despise my style being more changing than water. And cats are pretty easy to draw

Look, a lil fella in my notebook app lol

21- imagine a mochi texture with the flavor of super sour candy and hard caramel crunchy bits. That's the vibe I'm giving myself here

24- not one specific compliment because if we go by that, once a person keysmashed and wrote "crying puking dying/pos/pos/pos" but with k and zs instead of c and s and that always stuck with me but after all, a keysmash isn't really specific so uhhh

People tend to agree I'm good with color and my line work is pretty clean

30- honestly? How I draw eyes. I feel my arstyle is pretty inconsistent but the way I draw eyes is relatively constant moreso, and has it roots somewhat well defined

Basically one day I saw this shitty high school fnaf AU animatics series on yt and though "wow I love how they draw the eyes here" and never changed it till I got into tgamm, then I added the way they stylize almond shaped eyes and boom, there we go

Broke it down a lil for fun and got several eyes from the past years. Sometimes I do the eyelashes going out thing, sometimes I don't. Again my style is a mess but the 3 lil lines at the bottom to represent the iris streaks reflecting light are a standard lol

Sometimes I'll also add lil shapes in the iris to give some personality to the whole thing but besides that, I feel this is my comfort zone

Thanks for asking!

[cenviswasteland]

For the fanfiction writing ask: 10, 18, 20 and 22 please. Also sorry for encountering the fandom loon in these parts, hope that doesn't sour your tumblr experience.

hey!! thanks so much for the ask :D let's talk!

[Re: "The Fandom Loon". to anyone that comes across this post after the fact, i recently got bombarded with spam asks from one particular person. feel free to follow this specific link if you'd like to experience the whole story hahaha. also no, my tumblr experience isn't soured in the slightest. i found it all pretty funny at the time.]

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

it tends to come in waves for me. i'll get the idea for one (1) fic, which adds itself to the pile of "things i'm writing". i'll work on one fic as inspiration hits, forget about it for an extended period of time, and then pick it back up again. this happens for every single fic i'm working on, as well as all my original pieces.

it's not an ideal way to operate, since it slows down my process severely, but eventually my AO3 will be populated by a whole bunch of really, really good work. i hope. right now it's a baren wasteland. oops. i promise i'll have some good fic content coming soon! i just have to get back into the swing of writing characters that are not my own.

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

oh, i LOVE doing research. it's probably my favorite part of the process. for example:

sorry, i know it's a little hard to see, but this is a FULL rack of tabs that i was using for my writing at one point. it's all direct research pages, note-taking google docs, etc etc. my wife (love her to pieces) eventually told me "that's going to destroy your computer" and made me bookmark and close like 90% of them, though. they live on, though! hahaha.

generally speaking, any AU fic is gonna require a little extra research. i really want to do "it" right if that makes sense. so that's looking up common tropes for the AU, background history / knowledge if needed, looking at other fics that have the same AU, etc etc. i'm not a super published fic author (sorry), but Promise it to me. took a lot of external research to get the terminology and speech right.

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

if we're talking in terms of "traditional AUs" (coffee shop, flower shop x tattoo parlor, college, fantasy, rockstar etc), i actually don't write a lot of them. i was working on a flower / tattoo fic at some point with a buddy, but that was between our OCs and it kind of flickered out. i'm kind of unpracticed when it comes to AU fics.

but more broadly, every fic i write is an AU or canon divergence in some way. such is the way of fanfiction. but i tend to stick closer to canon than i do to AUs. that's not to say that i don't love me an AU fic, but they tend to take a little more time (see above) and they don't go down as smooth for me. maybe that'll change with more practice. who knows? :D

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

at the end of the day, i'm a song-lyric-title guy through and through. when i get a song in my head, it actually really helps me figure out where i'm going with a piece. so that's where most of my titles come from.

before i get to that point, though, i'll usually make my title a keysmash or some basic descriptor. sometimes i tag the piece with a temporary name or something else basic:

and it's actually pretty rare for me to pull out a full, original title. not impossible! but very, very rare.

in general, if i'm not actively stealing a song lyric, the title will just be some description of what the piece actually is. i'm not a very creative guy when it comes to titles, haha.

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thanks again for the ask! again, i'm really happy i get to talk about my work and writing in general. if anybody else wants to send in an ask or two, you can find the prompt list here!

peace love and little donuts! have a nice day :D

[jonnyardor]

[Intro]

Understand, understand, understand

See my face, I'm done sayin: I aint playin

I am loved and Reborn, every day

I'm my own version of a real man

[Verse]

Felon in the eyes of my fam, really irritating

Weeping on the melons of Madame, keep em irrigated

Treated as an afterthought, they'll regret in hindsight

Streamin when my palm writes, income like pipelines

My rap is deeper than coitus and high life

Sobering thoughts and my fantasy is sky high

I got a good wife, we're raising ours right

True to my new self, I'm living Christ like

Should've passed out brother fingers to my little siblings

Cuz the way they passed me up, hate without a ceiling

Bigotry like this is why my wife abhors religion

Lukewarm Christians praying loud but God wont care to listen

Technological advancement, I can be more graphic

Imma knock your lights out, leave you keysmashing

Slap out the bass, out of wannabe Chuck

Chuckle at his gibberish, fucked his wernicke up

--

Head up your ass, I'll knot your arms , youre a pretzel

Head of mine critiqued, but it soon became the stencil

Brown noser relatives (immer am scharwetzeln)

Can't take my jokes? Let me hide a pencil

Dark humour is morbid, not anti-Black racist

Germans were zombies, gold diggers, makeshift

Graveyard shift but holes were like craters

At least in Namibia they buried their leaders

Skulls as a trophy like soldiers american

Did to Iraqis, Afghans, Iranians

They emigrate and change race like Kardashian

Big nose is vilified, Disney thinks Aryan

Papa named me Jonathan, God's gift, heaven-sent

Now he's bedridden, Godspeed, you're coming back

Instead of grieving, the rest seems hellbent

No to bereavement, keep acting heartless

Towards me and my wife and my offspring

Too often, neighbors and aunties did gossip

About me, then they believed their own stories

Sorry, your works dont give my God glory

Call me, verify what you heard about me

Doubt me, openly, long's you confront me

Taunt me, long as I know, you're really for me

But dont speak, ill about me, when I'm your homie

It's lonely, not just up top, but when you fall deep

Was horny, cramped in a room with kid and shawty

So corny, in-laws look sour, not resolving

So jarring, mad for no reason, it gets boring

Be honest, spell out your issues and move onward

A forward, attacking me nonstop like a coward

Dont cower, face your emotions, feel empowered

Where His presence towers, I can't get devoured

Verse

You were wrong for choosing your publicity

Over showing up for a woman in her pregnancy

Jeopardizing beating hearts, scoffing at their misery

You wont see their infancy without an apology

Narcisstistic mom and dad,

One had money, one had kids

Some of us did not repair,

Some need honeys, some need drinks

Pressure felt from everyone,

You're afraid what people think

So you're living how you're told

And you shame the mavericks

Thank you for your 3 horrendous months

Had a place to sleep, but we were on the run

When you kicked us out, He gave me an apartment

God is Lord over the storm, I'll never jump ship

Always faithful to my love, not like y'all did

Get offended bout my lines if the shoe fits

Fuck your feelings, cuz my heart has your shoeprints

Blocked your contact, until God gave me a new lens

(Chorus) x4

Understand, understand, understand

See my face, I'm done sayin: I aint playin

I am loved and reborn, every day

I'm my own version of a real man

[Outro]

Oh oh

Real man

Oh oh oh oh oh

Real Man

[emma-frxst]

The Implicit Demand For Proof (Chapter 12)

Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader

Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?

Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language. talk of death and su*cide, angry Loki, angry reader.

A/N- reblogs and comments help me the most! Let me know your thoughts, even if it’s only a keysmash. Let me know if you wan on or off the tag list. Thanks for reading!!

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David unlocked his front door with a heavy sigh. He shed his thick jacket and heavy boots and set his empty travel cup by the sink. He really needed to do the dishes, they were piling up. He opened the fridge, not because he was hungry, no, he had lost his appetite hours beforehand- Bob Taylor’s incident replaying over and over in his mind. He opened it but more out of pure habit, there was nothing there really. He been putting off grocery shopping, but to be fair, the food he bought usually went bad because he was rarely home to eat it.

David made his way to the shower, hoping the water would wash away more than just dirt and sweat.

Didn’t work so well for washing away guilty feelings.

He got out, dried himself then wrapped the towel around his waist.

He stood in front of the foggy mirror, water from his hair dripping onto the floor. He wiped a section away, only big enough so see his face.

He started intently at the man in the mirror, his expression turning sour.

“Stupid.” He muttered.

After putting on his pjs he slid under the covers, his body rejoicing at the prospect of slumber.

About a hour or two into his much needed sleep, Loki’s dreams were interrupted by his phone buzzing loudly against the oak nightstand.

Fuck

He should’ve just turned the damn thing off.

He looked at the caller ID

Dr. (F/n) (l/n)

He would’ve hit ignore if it was anyone but her

“Hello?” He murmured, barely awake.

“Loki I’ve got it- I don’t think Bob did it, the profile doesn’t match and-“

“Whoa, (y/n) slow down, please.” He said, his voice coarse. “I just woke up, I was actually sleeping for once.”

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Oh sorry. I just assumed you’d be awake. “

“How long have you been up?” He asked.

“Um I haven’t slept. But that’s not important. What I’m trying to say is that I think the girls are still out there!”

Loki sighed, sitting up, the chilly night air invading his previously blanket- clad body. “okay..let’s hear it.”

“He said he killed them, but he’s not organized enough to pull something like this off.”

You could feel Loki’s confusion through the phone.

“The type of person that took these kids has done this before, they’re organized. And they have a mission; one that they would do anything to see it through to the end. They want to know the pain they’ve caused the families, to know they did that. Bob Taylor is not that. Bob Taylor is too hesitant and disorganized. You saw the shit drawn on his walls Loki, think about his behavior. Think about it.” You urged him.

Loki thought a moment, realizing what you were saying makes sense. But he was a man of facts..evidence.

“Or he did what he did so he wouldn’t sit in prison, (y/n). Plus, wheres the proof?! We need evidence.”

Loki’s heart rate began to rise and he grew a tinge angry at her. But for Loki, a tinge was just enough for all those big emotions to come flooding back.

“A profile isn’t proof. We can’t give these families false hope on a hunch! The families each identified clothing, (y/n). The girls clothes. And right now the evidence is pointing to Bob Taylor. Who’s dead now because of me!”

She was silent. He shouldn’t have yelled.

“(Y/N), listen-“

“No Loki you listen- I’m telling you something is off here. So you gotta cut that shit out and get back to looking for the girls.”

He sighed.

“Loki, did you pull the trigger on that gun?”

“What?” He questioned.

“Did you pull the trigger? Or did Bob?”

“Bob did, but-“

“Then it’s not your fault. Bob is the one who made that decision. Not you.“

Loki opened his mouth to speak but the words couldn’t make it out.

“Well get a fresh start in the morning. I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

“Yeah…You too.” He said with a gentle tone, hoping that it would convey to (y/n) that I’m not mad at you I’m mad at myself and this whole situation. I think you’re very smart and pretty and there’s something about you that makes me feel all fuzzy inside and I don’t know what to do about it.

But she hung up the phone with a quiet “bye, Loki.”

.

The next morning

You arrived at the station before Loki which was a surprise, he had been at his desk already working by the time you entered the door almost every day.

O’Malley had asked you into his office, presumably to talk more about last night.

“We’re going to deploy cadaver dogs when forensics is finished with the house. So when the case is officially closed, we can cut you loose, Dr. (L/n). Thank you again for coming. Sorry it didn’t have a happy ending.”

“Yeah, me too.” You replied.

“I’m, uh..sorry about detective Loki.” He sighed. “He can be-“ he paused. “Personally invested. He’s a good kid though.”

You nodded and excused yourself back to your desk.

You decided to keep your theory from the captain, at least until you could find some semblance of hard evidence to support your claim.

.

David sat in the captains office, expecting to get a good talking-to.

“Atleast I don’t have to worry about losing you to PSP.”

He refused the scotch the captain offered him.

“When forensics is finished with the guys place we’re gonna deploy the cadaver dogs.”

Loki didn’t say anything, as he was pre-occupied by Bob Taylor’s “map” he drew.

“Look kid we can’t always save the day, alright? We’re just cops. Janitors.”

Loki only started at the paper on the ground, half listening to his superior’s words.

“So you lost this one all right? Look, you want fulfillment? You need to find a girl, you know? Start a family, have some kids.” The captain hesitated before his next words.

“(L/n) seems nice, smart too.”

Loki glared up at him.

O’Malley gave him a knowing look.

“You need to let it go, Loki.”

“We done?” Loki’s question coming out as more of a statement.

.

As Loki came out of the captains office, you noticed his fists clenched and shoulders stiff.

Right before your eyes, in a fit of rage, Loki shoved everything off his desk. Sending it all clattering to the floor. He took the keyboard and smashed it against the hard surface of the desk, keys flying in all directions.

You understood now, what the guy from the search team said about Loki’s good mood. Because what you just witnessed was Loki’s bad mood.

You got up and went to the break room to give Loki some space, as much as you wondered what happened to him for him to get that angry and to express it in such a way- you were not about to be in the middle of it all.

In the break room, you found yourself amongst three other detectives making their first cup of coffee for the day.

It made you a bit anxious as you hadn’t really talked with anyone but Loki. Your nerves eased when they offered you a cup, saying anyone who worked that closely with David Loki would need it.

Before you could get another word in, Loki barged in. He had a real knack for showing up right when people were talking about him.

“(L/N), Forensics found something we need to see.”

-

loki only tags: @spideyrights @sataninsatin @go-commander-kim @severuined @romancries @eclecticfashionbookszipper @fagen @sizzlingcloudmentality @kissyabish

[sourtomatola]

Vampire Equinox drabble for the Eclipse SIMP's

Based off this pic I drew

Your back hit the silk red sheets, almost knocking the wind out of you. You would have tired to get up if you weren’t currently gawking at the towering behemoth that is an Animatronic Vampire staring down at you. He effortlessly held one of your hands against the sheet, your entire hand fitting in his upper palm, large fingers stretching like a spider sitting comfortably.

"Well well, breakfast in bed? How delightful~" He grinned down at you. His glowing yellow eyes washed over you as his free hand reached for the clasp on his cloak. His starry cape slipped into his free hand as he set it elegantly aside and placed a knee on the bed.

You were frozen in fear, but upon feeling the bed being weighed down near your legs, you began to squirm and look away for an escape. You grabbed his wrist and pulled at it, determined to get away from this creature with glistening yellow fangs. You scooted your legs away from him, thinking you could possibly twist yourself away. Your desperation growing as you felt more and more trapped under this creature.

“Hmm?” He watched you for a second in amusement, simply keeping your hand held in place. It was only when you tried to roll into a sitting up position that he suddenly leaned in, his face suddenly so close to yours. The glow of his yellow eyes made you feel like a deer in the headlights. You slowly backed away, but your heart jumped into your throat at the realization that he followed you perfectly, making it near impossibly to make space between you two.

Pressing into the sheets now, you could only quiver in place under the Vampire Lord’s sights.

 “P…please…” The single word escaped your breathless lips.

“No need to be shy Little Robin, I am not making any judgements on you.” He assured, as if that was really on your mind right now!

He started to lean closer, but you pressed into the mattress harder, hoping it would swallow you up and save you. His knee nudged between yours, making you feel vulnerable for but a moment before you realized you could use it. You put your knee against his thigh and used it to scoot yourself farther away from his face. You slid easily on the silk sheets, but not far.

“Your amount of fighting is admirable, but unneeded. The game is over.” He said with frustrating patience. Frustrating to you, since now you’re starting to reach the point where you wished he would just get it over with and stop playing with you! He was always like this though, seemed to love to play with his food.

His knees now fully supported himself on the bed, and his free hand placed next to your head. You saw him come closer and tried to press away again, but his free hand slid under your neck and pulled your head upwards to him. Your eyes forced to look into his, but there was no hypnotism, no mercy. He wanted you conscious as he took what he wanted.

His eyes then glanced down to your neck before leaning down. You struggled in one last ditch effort to get away, to convince him not to hurt you again. His larger body kept you from being able to kick or fight much farther than weak struggles and whimpering.

You felt his fangs ghost over your skin, as if trying to find the most ample spot to bite. He was teasing you. Still, after all of it, he was teasing you again!

Finally, his four fangs plunged into your flesh, making you cry out and tense up under the pain. You knew your fighting was just making your blood rush faster, and make it easier for him to drink, but there was not much more you could do under this animatronic horror. You were powerless against this supernatural machine.

You felt your head starting to get light, still cradled in his metal fingers. “Too…too much!!” You gasped, realizing your vision was trying to grow dark from blood loss.

He shushed you softly and left a gentle kiss to your neck before going back to your seeping wound. Your free hand reached around him, grasping desperately at his back in an attempt to hit or pull him off of you. He continued to drain you, unbothered.

As your vison started to close in faster, you could hear his softly chuckle. “Tenacious little darling…I shall savor you.”

Vampire Equinox Eclipse by @miwachan2

[twistedtavern]

How would the twisted! boys react to their small human friend giving them a kiss on the cheek?

ohsdjfnek omg fluff moment

Twisted!Crowley: Happiest bird papa, he is loved by his baby ^w^ Be ready for lots of snuggles and affection, very little could sour his mood for the rest of the day after that

Twisted!Grim: Oh lord his ego. His (adopted) henchman likes him best! He is parading around with Yuu on his back all day being proud of himself.

Twisted!Riddle: At first he's surprised, then he goes full bloom mode. Yuu thought they made him mad, but he is desperately trying to keep his composure and not just devolve into verbal keysmash from being flustered. May very lightly scold Yuu for making him embarrassed, but it's definitely not a serious reprimand. Yuu could tell from how vibrant his petals were for a while that he was actually very happy.

Twisted!Ace: Ah, yes, a kiss between homies. Will tease Yuu a little bit before giving them a little kiss on the head like a kitten in return

Twisted!Deuce: He will cry. Yknow those edits where someone is crying and there's hearts with motion blur on them all over the screen? That's him rn. SHAMBLES. No chance at recovery. Kiss attack at Night Raven College, 1 dead.

Twisted!Trey: Just goes "aww <3" before also giving kisses, a little bit embarrassed by it, but is still a happy boi

Twisted!Cater: Will definitely ask Yuu to do it again for a selfie, but is very happy about it. Definitely becoming his screen saver #LoveIsStoredInTheYuu❤️❤️❤️

Twisted!Leona: Yuu has awakened him, and now he shall make them pay for it by being his plushie. It's just to hide the way he smiled, but he certainly couldn't hide his big rumbly purr.

Twisted!Ruggie: Shishishishi!! He'd definitely tease Yuu for being soft or just trying to bribe him for snacks, but that smile is genuine. Maybe try the other cheek if they're trying to ask him for something? >;3c

Twisted!Jack: Hurricane Jack's Tail is entering your vicinity, take shelter immediately. All he can do against the kisses is hide behind his hands and grumble about how it wasn't fair of Yuu to do that. Poor doggo, too much cute for him.

Twisted!Azul: One-way trip to the octopus pot for this poor boy, he is returning never. Yuu will be signing a non-disclosure agreement about this very soon. Also, please don't use this to get out of shifts, he wouldn't be able to say no.

Twisted!Jade: You feel no fear and I am deeply afraid of you. He is surprised at first, but his smile is much less dark and menacing afterwards. More teasing, but will also try to coax Yuu into giving him more kisses.

Twisted!Floyd: You fool. Yuu is getting kissed all over now, there is no escaping it. Floyd is now aware that kisses are on the table, and will often chase Yuu down to not only squeeze them, but completely smother them in kisses from here on out.

Twisted!Jamil: You get exactly one (1) shy noise out of him before he hides in his hood. Will definitely ask Yuu what it was for, but he isn't complaining. He's too shy to ask for more kisses, even though he really wants them. Give him a kiss when he does something well or as a thank you for a good hypno-sleep ^w^ he deserves it

Twisted!Kalim: Once again, you fool. The boy essentially becomes a flashbang and there's rainbows and sparkles everywhere good lord Yuu will go BLIND. He is literally so bright help

Twisted!Vil: Oop there's a dent in his face- but still he's quite happy. Yuu gets headpats from potato dad, maybe a boop as well? 😳

Twisted!Rook: Do you have no sense of self preservation sir/ma'am/m'theydy?? HELLO? You have seconds to start running, please commence immediately. But Yuu does receive kisses of their own once they're caught.

Twisted!Epel: how could you. There's flowers blooming everywhere on him and his leaves are super green and oh lord there's bees all over the place, this is far from a sturdy, manly look. What in tarnation, sugar pea. This is not darn tootin. Yeehaw.

Twisted!Idia: Samurai.EXE has stopped working. Complete verbal keysmash, head in hands, it's a complete critical hit. He will never ever live it down. You have broken the poor boy, and he will stay in his room until this error code is sorted out.

Twisted!Ortho: Definitely surprised, but oh my god he's so happy look at him. Just pure, absolute sunshine from this little machine. This memory is going into his most secure file, it's precious to him.

Twisted!Malleus: ahem, BE NOT AFRAI- Im not making that joke again lmao. He applauds your bravery, little one ^w^ Malleus was definitely stunned for a while. He's so happy to have Yuu around, and he wishes he could give his own kisses. He only has his one eye, sadly. No mouth.

Twisted!Lilia: Awww, little baby bat is such a sweetheart! Many nuzzles and some fawning is in order, and maybe a story as well? Ole peepaw bat hasn't felt this much love in his heart since Silver was little.

Twisted!Silver: A kiss of true baby has woken him up. He'll ask Yuu if they wanted anything from him, and if they say they just wanted to say hi he'll give them the softest older brother smile they've ever seen. Will definitely be open to snuggling.

Twisted!Sebek: AH! AFFECTION FROM THE TINY CREATURE! HOW UNBEFITTING OF A GUARD! In all seriousness, he looks downright scandalized, but he looks downright scandalized about everything. Croco boi is just loud and embarrassed.

[just-antithings]

"Okay, this should be illegal" anon, I REALLY get you. Here in my country it was very popular a few years back to say stuff like "this is illegal" or even "you're illegal" about things or people you found so cool/beautiful/hot/fun you would have keysmashed irl if you could. Now that's not really much of a thing anymore, but it's kind of a struggle not to let Anglophone fanpol and their unironic "it's illegal to write about this topic" bs sour even those memories of a totally harmless thing.

oh yeah, I say “it’s illegal to be this cute” about my brother’s pomeranian all the time

[https-rat]

i like my gender.

its more of a feeling than a solid thing. a vague concept like blindly feeling around under a tight space to grab some kind of mist. 

it’s androgyne, and chaotic with bits of femininity and masculinity tossed around carelessly, endless confusion on the part of those trying to understand just what i am. formless, but exciting. it’s of snapped glowsticks and arcade carpet decorated with bits of popcorn and discarded slices of pizza. it’s from those cheap plastic dinosaurs you can get in bags of 100 for 5 bucks. from sharp syllables like xe and ze, and the bitter burning taste you get from eating too many sour patch kids. from sour candy and chewing wires. it’s from flustered keysmashing and LED gaming equipment. it’s from playing minecraft til morning, and inverting the colors on your computer. it’s listening to hyperpop at full volume while skateboarding to 7-11 at midnight ‘cause i ran out of the good kind of chips. from splashes of neon against an otherwise bleak black surface. from laughing in the bed of a beat up truck and eating shitty pizza. forgotten nostalgia resurfacing. 

i like my gender.

[passable-talent]

GOOD AFTERNOON I AM CROWDSOURCING MY RESEARCH

so I’m writing an essay about our generation’s patterns of typing and how it replaces tone / body language / facial expression for cleaner communication.

I’m gonna put all of the points I already have under the cut, and if y’all are in a good mood, lmk if I have anything wrong or if I’ve missed anything super important?

So I’m only looking for punctuation, capitalization, and spacing. no emojis or images pls, and nothing involving actual bold or italics or w/e. Basically only things that can be done in Twitter, but no emojis or images. I think I’ve gotten a lot of it but I’m curious if I’m off or theres anything more.

Emphasis

slashes beside a word- mimics traditional italics: “you /have/ to listen to me” (slight emphasis)

Capitalize one word to emphasize that word: “you Have to listen to me” (slight emphasis)

Mixing all caps + all lowercase for more emphasis: “you HAVE to listen to me” (strong emphasis)

Misspellings to indicate rushed or excited tone, enthusiasm: “you habe to losten to me” (mimics the way a person may trip over their words when speaking quickly) -> Special case: “I”. To emphasise the word “I”, which is already capitalized and cannot be capitalized further, it is replaced with “EYE”: “EYE cannot believe”

Volume/Excitement

All-caps for volume: “LISTEN TO ME” (Loud speaking/shouting)

Letters capitalized halfway through a word to indicate gaining intensity: “listeN TO ME” (getting louder as the phrase continues)

Speed

Space between letters to indicate a word said slowly /vs/ Adding the last letter multiple times for a fun version of a word said slowly: “l i s t e n” (slow and serious tone) vs “listennnnn” (slow and whiny tone) vs “LISTENNNN” (slow and forceful tone. This uses capitalization for volume, but in the circumstance of capitalization and extra letters, there is more of a forceful yet playful tone that is not attributed only to volume)

Extra spaces/ellipses to slow down the reader/create suspense: “I cannot…. believe …. “ (mimics the slowness one might use in speaking for disbelief or suspense)

Period in the middle of a sentence to create a sharp pause: “I should be free by like. four.” (creates the pause for contemplation a person may have while giving this example)

Emotion

Space between word and punctuation for a more relaxed tone: “listen !” (may have a happy facial expression, rather than an angry one)

Types of laughter: “ahfkvjsa” (raucous laughter) vs “ahahah” (polite but genuine laughter) vs “lmao” (amused laughter) vs “lol” (polite and not genuine laughter) [and no let’s not go into the prevalence of key smashing specifically among gays]

Abbreviate words, unless they have importance or the tone is serious: “lmk when you’re free” (casual tone) vs “hey, let me know if you're okay” (serious tone) | “I know what you’re doing” (forceful, confrontational tone) vs “i know what ur doing” (playful tone) | “ofc i’ll come over” (casual tone) vs “of course I’ll come over” (serious, reassuring tone) | “don’t talk abt it” (casual, playful tone) vs “don’t talk about it” (serious tone)

Lack of subject in a sentence to portray sullen tone: “that would be sick” (genuine excitement, excited movements or facial expression) vs “would be sick” (possibly still genuine excitement, but in a sour mood, sullen facial expression)

Sarcasm: “gO tO bEd EaRlY tOnIgHt” (the facial expressions that come with sarcasm)

Extra punctuation to make the emotion stronger: “I’m happy!” (small smile, reassurance) vs “I’m happy!!!!” (bright smile)

Words devolving into keysmash to indicate a laughing while speaking tone: “Bruhskdjvbsk” (A word that does turn into a laugh)

Perfect grammar (lack of all these queues) reflects flat/disinterested/slightly hostile tone: “You’re upsetting me.” (firm tone and facial expression) vs “you’re Upsetting Me asjvdf” (playful tone and facial expression)

If you made it this far thank you and congratulations. lmk if there’s anything I should add or if you think I’m off about anything. I’m trying to reflect how the internet en masse uses this stuff so feedback is appreciated!

-🦌 Roe

[sunfloweralekz]

u asked for dis (again, skip any if u want)- 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 11, 15, 18, 19, 20, 21, 23, 24, 28, 31, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 45, 47, 51, 52, 54, 55, 57, 66, 68, 71, 73, 76, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 84, 86, 87, 90, 94, 96, 98, 103, 109, 110, 116, 117, 119, 120, 127, 128, 130, 133, 134 ^w^

3. 3 fears

losing people i love, making people sad or mad, and um car crashes.

4. 3 things i love.

RYAN-, idkhow, and reading.

5. 4 turn ons-

I FEEL SO EMBARRASSED ANSWERING THIS AGSHGSGS-

intelligence, people with one ear pierced/just one earring, good music taste, and honesty :)

6. 4 turn offs-

um lets see

ignorance, bad sense of humor, cringy quips that dont make sense, and people who Don't Keysmash.

8. sexual orientation

im pan !! 🥺

11. what do i miss

i miss the blissful ignorance of my childhood -

15. favorite quote

"that thou didst love her, strikes some scores away. From the great compt: but love that comes too late, like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, to the great sender turns a sour offence, crying, 'that's good that's gone.' our rash faults make trivial price of serious things we have, not knowing then until we know their grave: oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, destroy our friends and after weep their dust. our own love waking cries to see what's done while shame full late sleeps out the afternoon. be this sweet helen's knell, and now forget her." - william shakespeare

if you cant tell i really like Shakespeare GSJSHSG

18. sarcasm ?

oh m a n - of course i do GSJSH

19. what am i listening to rn ?

corpse husband <33

20. first thing i notice in a new person ?

u m m m - probably their stability based on their body language and microexpressions- parents made me no good 😹‼👍

21. shoe size ?

7.5 in mens HSJSH

23. hair color ?

faded blue rn

24. favorite style of clothing

h m m m probably grunge/punk or e-boy DONT COME AT ME I LIKE HOW THEY WEAR CHAINS AND TUCK THEIR SHIRTS IN AND PUT THE COLLARED SHIRTS UNDER THE SHORT SLEEVED SHIRTS AHDHHS

28. favorite movie ?

THATS SO HARD U M MM rocky horror picture show OR im thinking of ending things :D

31. how do i feel right now ?

im literally so tired help me

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[galahadwilder]

We Are Miraculous, Ch. 1: Exposed

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Ladybug worries her lip with her teeth as she looks over the connecting cables. She knows which ones go where—she’s the one who added the ports to the yo-yo—but this moment isn’t one she’s been looking forward to.

She flips open the compact, positions it so she can see the screen, and mounts the webcam on the railing. She picked this roof because it’s about eight blocks from her house, so there’s no chance of anyone using context clues to guess her identity. The webcam’s USB cable slots into the yo-yo with ease; she wishes, just a little, that she’d had to struggle with it. Getting annoyed always calms her nerves for some reason, and this, right here, is the most nerve-wracking thing she’s ever done.

The webcam set up, she presses record on the yo-yo, then steps back into frame. She crosses her arms in front of herself, clutching her wrist, then thinks better of it and lets go. She raises her chin, takes a breath, and looks straight into the camera.

���My name is Ladybug,” she says. “And I have an anxiety disorder.”

*

It started with some jackass on TVi. There’d been a new study on PTSD in Akuma victims, and whether it increased the risk of repeated Akumatizations; Nadja Chamack had interviewed a few experts on psychology, and then this one guy—a municipal councilor the 16th Arrondissement, all the way across the city from the 21st where most Akuma attacks were concentrated—decided to open his big mouth.

“Obviously, the problem is the prevalence of untreated mental illness among Parisians,” he’d said. “Hawkmoth takes advantage of emotional instability. These loonies he targets are just as dangerous as he is—we should be devoting police efforts to keeping an eye on the people who are so clearly the most likely to be evilized—”

An actual expert cut him off at that moment—that was most definitely not how Akumatization worked, not even slightly—but the damage was already done.

By the end of the week, violence and discrimination against the neurodivergent had spiked. The Ladyblog was flooded with reports of “thwarted Akuma attacks” that were in fact just unprovoked violence, physical or verbal, against vulnerable people. With one stupid interview, anyone who showed a single sign of “otherness” in public had become a potential victim of an unforgiving public. Many people had become too afraid to go outside; some of them were missing vital treatments for fear of the kangaroo court of public opinion.

If Ladybug didn’t know any better, she’d say that Hawkmoth had paid off the guy. He couldn’t have created a better atmosphere for Akuma if he’d been trying. Given the ones she’d had to fight this week—most of them desperate, scared people who’d been offered an escape from the judgment—Hawkmoth was reveling in this.

That couldn’t fly. Ladybug couldn’t let it.

*

Now, on the roof, Ladybug looks into the webcam, breathes, and begins. “My name is Ladybug,” she says. “And I have an anxiety disorder.”

She has to take a moment, as her heart clenches and tugs her ribcage inward, before she can speak again. She looks away from the camera, her mouth open, unable to actually say anything.

She decides, in the moment, not to edit this out. It’s important. People need to see her struggling, people need to see that she’s like them.

Finally, she turns back to the camera, rubbing her temples. “If you’re watching this,” she says, “there’s a good chance that you, or someone you love, has a mental illness.” She closes her eyes, clenches her teeth, trying not to growl. “Édouard Caron has claimed that these people are dangerous. That they are targets for Hawkmoth.” Her arms fall to her sides, and she opens her eyes, raises her eyebrows, purses her lips. “Of course, that requires ignoring the fact that the vast majority of Akuma are caused by nothing of the sort.”

She steps forward, clenching a fist. “Chat Noir and I have repeated, again and again, that Akumatization is not the victim’s fault. Monsieur Caron: what you said on Monday was irresponsible, dangerous, and above all, false.” She turns away from the camera again, breathing in. “Most of my friends have been Akumatized, and they are, as far as I know, way more mentally stable than I am.”

The enormity of what she’s doing crashes in on her again, and she whimpers. “God, I wish Chat were here,” she says, clutching at her elbow.

She’d better leave that in the final product too.

She clears her throat, looks back at the camera. “My name is Ladybug,” she says. “And, like I said, I have an anxiety disorder.” She smiles. “Also, probably ADHD, but I haven’t had that checked.” She glances away again. “I have... panic episodes,” she mumbles. “Hyperfixations. I’m always worried about worst-case scenarios, even when they’re completely unreasonable. My friends always tell me I need to get out of my own head, but...” She snorts, looking back at the camera. “Easier said than done, right?”

She points at the camera. “Long story short. I am mentally ill. I take medication. If Monsieur Caron were correct, I should have been Akumatized multiple times already.” She grins. “Instead, I have actually driven off every Akuma that Hawkmoth tried to send after me, simply by willpower.” She raises a fist, clenches it. “Anxiety is my superpower,” she says, moving her hand to point at her temple. “Nothing Hawkmoth sends after me can ever be worse than what’s in my own brain.”

She turns around, hugs herself, and breathes. Almost done, she thinks. Just one more minute. Then you can get off camera and go grab some blankets.

She turns back to the camera. “Neurodivergence is not—not inherently dangerous,” she says. “Despite my anxiety, I’ve been entrusted with one of the greatest powers in the universe, and the responsibility to use it wisely. And as most anyone in Paris can tell you...” She spreads her arms. “I kind of have.” She blinks, slowly, breathes in, then out. “I ask everyone who watches this video to—to spread it, to show it to your friends. Édouard Caron is wrong. And if you’re like me...” She clutches her elbow again. “If your brain doesn’t always do what you want, remember that you aren’t alone. The Hero of Paris is with you.” She lets go, gives a quick wave. “Bug out!”

*

She sends the video straight to Alya as soon as it’s done editing. Alya’s response is an all-caps keysmash, and a rapid turnaround, posting the video straight to the front page of the Ladyblog. 2 hours and 10,000 hits later, Marinette’s heart finally stops clenching every time she reloads the page and sees another few hundred people have watched her expose her shame in front of the entire city, and she calms down enough to go to sleep.

*

“I can’t believe that asshole!” Alya screeches the next morning, slamming her phone onto the desk.

“Wha?” Marinette murmurs, lifting her head from the desk where she’s been taking a quick power nap.

Alya’s face is apoplexy-red—Marinette can see the veins popping on her forehead. “I just... I can’t...” Her right eye flutters closed, like she’d eaten something so sour she’d lost control of her face. “You know that asshole from the 16th Arrondissement who was calling for mass surveillance on the mentally ill?”

Marinette’s chest tightens. No. “Yeah,” she says, trying to keep her voice level. “I’ve heard of the guy.”

Alya shakes her head. “I just... Here,” she says, thrusting the phone into Marinette’s face.

Marinette looks down, and her entire body goes cold.

Caron Questions Hero’s Qualifications After Shocking Confession from Ladybug

“What an absolute ass,” Chloé growls from behind them. Alya nods along.

Marinette can’t breathe. It’s all she can do not to cry.

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