#He exists to suffer for our amusement

[clonehighdoublehelix]

[evilminji]

You know what I would kill to see?

Nedzu, in the Zone.

He IS a registered Hero, after all. He probably gets calls for missions. Failing that, he's still legal allowed to intervene. Like, say, if some poor four year old were losing their shit? Got separated from their mommy, their headache, which has been getting Ochier ALL DAY has finally gotten Really REALLY bad... and they... they just CAN'T! So they melt down.

Whoops. Four year old with portals.

In a crowd.

Luckily he, Mr. Principle, is a "cute" looking sort of Hero. And as an educator, well trained in de-escala-*CRASH!* Some jackass glory chasing young thing, with no care for innocent lives around them, smashes onto the scene. Terrifying the poor child. Which obviously makes their non-existent control WORSE.

Starts throwing the word "villian" around.

Nedzu is going to EAT his license in front of him.

The poor thing is hyperventilating, crying, clinging desperately to Nedzus suit. Things are being flung from portals. Sucked into portals. He's seen no less then 53 SEPERATE dimensions on the other side of those rifts. At least two were to the open void of space.

He narrowly dodges a portal straight into the heart of a volcano. Can feel the blistering heat singe his fur. Alumni from HIS school, at least, have arrived to actually SAVE people. Get the crowd away from the danger zone.

And to think, all he wanted was some tea.

How this MORON doesn't recognize him, he has no idea. His graduates are actively SHOUTING his identity, for heavens sake. Yet the glory hound continues to chase his so called "villians" at the expense of everyone around him.

He's about to throw the boy to a near by police officer, to get to safety, when the worst occurs. The tract of land he was about to push off of disappears beneath them. The boy's mother screams. He activates High Specs, world slowing as his mind rushs. Twisting, he throws the boy high.

The portal closes before he can see if it is Eraserhead or Cementoss who will be the one to catch him. The odds were 68.3% in Eraserhead's favor. He hopes... Aizawa, does so take these things quite hard, he hope he will not blame himself.

There was no way to catch him in time.

He was already gone.

Gravity arrests, slowing to a drifting meander. The air thick with something the burns his sensitive nose. Green. Everything is a very peculiar green. This is not a planets or if it is, it is countless times larger then Earth. A gas giant of some sort? There does not appear to be a horizon.

In the distance, an almost stereotypical spaceship changes destinations. Now aiming right for him. It seems aid might be on the way. With nothing better to do, he waits. They slow to a stop, a hatch opens, and... oh? A young Hero student! Hello there young man! I am Mr. Principle of the illustrious UA!

And just? Danny? Trying to return this small furry alien guy back to his alien hero school? Getting the run around and "hmmmm, let me look that uuuup *takes forever* yeeeeah, soooorry. You're in the wrong department. You'll have to fly like three days to this OTHER department, fill out 260 forms, and dance for our amusement. Byeeeee~"

Like? He just wants to get this guy HOME! Why are you all LIKE THIS!?

All while Nedzu is " :) My, this is FASCINATING. I am learning new things, battling wits, learning new languages, AND guiding a promising young mind towards a future of Better Heroics? Delightful! This is practically a vacation!"

He even stops by the Fentons for dinner. Some fudge. A little light destruction of Goverment branches on the side. Just? A Grand ol adventure of Nedzu.

Danny suffers through bureaucratic hell. But Nedzu? The most mentally stimulated he's been in years. His crops are watered and his fur is groomed. Thriving! New toys!

Then?? He just... shows back up to work.

How did he return? Where has he been?? Who is this glowing green Hero Child groaning face down on his very expensive carpet? *sips tea* wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy! *maniacal Nedzu laughter*

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @lolottes @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @hypewinter @spidori

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 21 - "Just in case this doesn't work."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A/N: Inspired by this Post about Danny bullshiting his way by saying he is Tims future kid. Also once again posting this early, cause I need to destress tomorrow and not worry about writing or work or anything.

Edit: Thanks to @kisatamao in the comments I found the post again that inspired this and linked it!

"Chronus"

"Nowadays I go by Clockwork."

"Fine, Clockwork then."

"John Constantine."

The Ancient of Time and Justice League Dark members stared at each other blankly. Until the ruler of time smiled and Constantine sighed. "How is the time baby doing?"

"Very well. Your timeline is safe. There was an incident that could have possibly splittend the timeline again and in a way it did but the destruction timeline was once more prevented, by the child himself like I hoped for. Three times now."

Constantine grunted, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. "You know if Bats or any of his kids ever learn about this I will be the one to take the burn right?"

Clockwork only smiled a knowing smile and Constantine paled. "When?"

"Where is the fun if you knew. The little Drake has been quite unpredictable and entertaining." The Ancient mused floating around the room and Constantine's eyes narrowed.

"There won't be a paradox?"

Clockworks tilted his head with a mischievous smile on his face. "Well the timeline in which he was born no longer exists and his father of this time line has ceased his efforts in cloning. He never even got to the point of trying to combine his own DNA with the one he so desperately wanted to clone."

"I feel like I am hearing secrets I definitely do not want to know. Just tell me if this timeline is safe or not now."

"It is safe. Your timeline has now a true Ancient of Balance in the making and just in case this doesn't work, I have anchored Daniel's existence in this timeline with several means one of which was his own time clone created from a split of destruction line."

Constantine's eyes twitched. "For all of our sakes I hope Bats never finds out about this. If he ever learns that I replaced a still born with a grandson of his from a different destruction timeline… You know what, I am not nearly drunk enough for any of this mate!"

Clockwork chuckled, his eyes glinting with unhidden amusement. "Well John Constantine, would you like a word of advice?"

The JLD member took another long drag of his cigarette before flicking the butt of it somewhere to the side. "No riddle."

"When 17 turns to 4 it is not the grandfathers, you should fear."

"I said no riddles!" Constantine huffed as clockwork disappeared from his side. He brushed his hair with one hand, glaring at the spot where the Ancient of Time had been. He should have never agreed to help that damned being 15 years ago, having been somewhat of a beginner then John did not realize what kind of deal he had agreed on.

Now he wasn't sure if he should be relieved or fearful of the consequences. Especially now that he had worked with the Bat Family a couple of times already.

Exactly one year later Constantine decided he was fucking fearful!

Unknown to the Brite a lot of things can happen in three years. Like Parents turning on their child after accidentally learning about a truth. A teenager that was already hurt trying to salvage whatever peace he could.

—--

"Mom! Dad! I swear it's still me, Danny!"

"Give me back my baby boy you monster!"

—--

A governmental organisation committing mass genocide on an interdimensional species.

—--

"Ember, get out of here! Now!"

"Baby Pop! What about the others?!"

"Dan already released them! Get out of here! I will hold them off and keep them busy!"

—----

The interdimensional species try to convince said teenager fighting for them to forgo humanity.

—--

"Welp, this can't go on. No hunt is worth this much."

"Give it up already. The humans made their decision."

"They broke too many rules, it is time they suffer the consequences."

—--

A heavy conflicted ending with the teenager receding into its core and getting picked up by one of his papa from a different timeline.

—--

"What kind of crystal is that? It radiates a pretty strange but familiar energy."

"I wanna see! I wanna see!"

"If it's not dangerous, why not keep it?"

"It looks like there are snowflakes in it."

—--

The kid then reformed out of his core in his ghost age instead of human age with a green note appearing on his forehead. Said note confusing the kids papa making him contact the kids dad.

—--

"Tim you won't believe this…"

"Kon you sound weird, what is going on?"

"Remember that shiny crystal I picked up at the end of our last case?"

"The one with the snowflakes in it, yes."

"I think I just became a dad."

"WHAT?!"

—--

Which then led to the dad overanalyzing the note while the kid insisted that a certain ghost was involved. The child's grandparents then getting tipped off through the grandchild of the Ancient Constantine still curses in his mind.

—--

"So Pandora mentioned something to me."

"Hn."

"Have you tried asking Constantine about it? He is apparently in contact with a being that likes to write cryptic messages on green notes, or that's what Pandora told me at least."

"..."

"And your new grandchild came with such a note right?"

—--

And now John Constantine was fearing for his life, because Batman had tried to contact him several times now. Several times Constantine had found reasons to ignore. Only for the Bat to come knocking on his door -well more like rudely kicking it down- with fucking Super too! He was cursing up a storm internally and thinking of how best he could get out of whatever had crawled up the two hero's asses when right behind the two hero's stood another set of hero's he did not want to face especially when he noticed one of them holding a four years old toddler in his arms.

"Chronus you fucking asshole!" The Brite muttered to himself as the four hero's plus time baby stood before him demanding answers.

That was when the toddler piped up, eyes glowing a bright green. "So Clockwork does have something to do with this! I knew it!"

"Danny, sweetheart not now. You can tell us you were right after we figured out what timeline you are from and if we need to send you back or can keep you." Red Robin calmed the now pouting toddler Super Boy was holding and petting with a small chuckle. While Batman and Superman turned on Constantine.

[phoenixblaze1412]

Note: I saw a headcanon where Reca acts like Gomez Addams and it got me HOOKED. So here we are! Our lovely director Mr. Reca who is like Gomez Addams when it comes to his lover.

Endless Devotion

The moment you stepped onto the set, Mr. Reca felt it.

You had a presence—undeniable, ethereal, captivating. The way you carried yourself, the way your voice lilted just so—it sent a shiver of admiration down his spine. He swore the air changed when you entered a room, as if the universe itself had to pause to acknowledge you.

And oh, how he lived to acknowledge you.

“My love,” he gasped, his hand flying to his heart as if you had physically struck him. “Every time you enter a room, it is as if the sun itself has dimmed in jealousy.”

You tilted your head, amusement flickering in your eyes. “And yet, my darling, I prefer the moon.”

Reca exhaled sharply, as if the sheer poetry of your words had sent him spiraling. “Cara mia!”

Around you, the crew barely reacted, already used to the grand theatrics that came with their director. But something about the way he looked at you—the absolute reverence in his gaze—set it apart from his usual dramatics. Today, you decided to indulge him just a little more.

Gliding toward him, you placed a single gloved hand on his cheek. “Are you working hard, mon amour?”

Reca trembled under your touch. “How can I work when you stand before me, tempting me away from all responsibilities?”

You smirked, dragging your fingers along his jawline before stepping away. “Then suffer, my love.”

And suffer, he did.

You weren’t just his lead actress. You were his everything. Reca made it known in the most extravagant ways possible.

He would call for breaks simply because he noticed you looked slightly displeased with the lighting. He would personally adjust your wardrobe, kneeling before you as he ensured every button, every seam was flawless.

But most of all?

He spoke his love.

“I have directed countless works of art, but none compare to the poetry of your existence.”

“My heart, were I not bound to my duties, I would spend every second at your feet, basking in the shadow of your grace.”

“Tell me, how does one breathe when you are near? I fear my lungs function only at your mercy.”

And you? You accepted it all with a smile and the smallest tilt of your head.

Because, deep down, you adored it.

Reca lived for any excuse to touch you, but he respected the art of patience. And so, he settled for your hand, taking it gently in his own and pressing a reverent kiss to your knuckles.

“You are the very breath in my lungs, the reason my heart beats,” he murmured, lips lingering against your skin. “Without you, I am but a husk of a man.”

You chuckled, your fingers curling under his chin to lift his face. “Then I suppose I must keep you alive.”

His grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “(Y/N),” he whispered, eyes dark with devotion. “You know what that does to me.”

Reca had many admirers, but he only had eyes for you.

You found him in his office one evening, surrounded by scripts and half-empty glasses of wine. He looked up the moment you entered, his exhaustion melting into pure adoration.

“You’ve come to torment me, haven’t you?” he mused, already standing to greet you.

You sauntered forward, stopping just close enough for him to catch the scent of your perfume. “And if I have?”

Reca exhaled as if you had just whispered the secrets of the universe into his ear. “Then I am at your mercy.”

You reached for his tie, playing with the fabric as you eyed him. “Poor thing. You must be exhausted.”

“I could be on the brink of death, and I would still crawl to you,” he swore.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Then kneel.”

And he did. Without hesitation, without question.

Because you were everything to him.

The crew was used to Reca’s antics, but when you indulged him? That was a sight to behold.

During a break, he stood beside you, eyes lingering on the way your lips curved into a knowing smile.

“What troubles you, Reca?” you asked.

“You.” He sighed dramatically. “You haunt my every thought.”

You turned to him fully, placing a single hand against his chest. “Poor thing. Do I torment you so?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “And I live for it.”

The crew collectively groaned at the overwhelming tension, but neither of you paid them any mind.

Reca was a man of passion, but nothing stirred his fire more than the idea of another person laying their hands upon you.

The unfortunate soul who dared flirt with you found themselves under the weight of Reca’s heated gaze.

“Darling,” he purred, his hand possessively sliding to your waist. “Shall I handle this.. distraction?”

You smirked, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “Now, now, mon cher, be kind.”

Reca turned to the offending man, his eyes sharp with dark amusement. “Forgive me but you seem to be under the delusion that you can compete with me. Allow me to assure you— you cannot.”

The man wisely took his leave.

Reca turned to you, his gaze still burning. “Querida, I fear I may have to spend the evening reminding you to whom you belong.”

You hummed, brushing your lips against his ear. “Do try, my love~”

He never needed an excuse to sweep you into a waltz.

The moment he heard a slow melody play from the gramophone in his office, he reached for you without hesitation.

“Dance with me,” he murmured.

You let him pull you into his arms, his hand firm against the small of your back. The two of you swayed, locked in a private world where only you and he existed.

“You move like a dream, my love,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. “If I could, I would trap this moment in time, reliving it over and over again.”

You chuckled. “Then you would never finish your work.”

Reca smirked. “Ah, but you are my life’s greatest masterpiece.”

He was not a subtle man, and his love for you would never be contained in something as simple as words.

And so, he crafted an entire set in your honor.

When you arrived, you found yourself standing in a grand recreation of an old gothic mansion, candlelit chandeliers casting soft shadows along the walls. At the center of it all stood Reca, holding out a single black rose.

“For you, my dark angel,” he said, offering it to you. “A tribute to your endless beauty.”

You took it, twirling the stem between your fingers before gazing at him. “And what did I do to deserve such devotion?”

Reca stepped closer, his voice lowering. “Simply exist.”

There were times when Reca tried to take control to play the part of the dominant suitor.

But when you turned the tables?

He was utterly, devastatingly weak.

One night, as he leaned in to claim a kiss, you stopped him with a single fingertip against his lips. “Reca,” you murmured, your voice like silk. “Sit.”

His breath hitched, his entire body reacting to your command. He sat, his hands gripping the arms of his chair as he watched you move toward him.

“You worship me so openly,” you mused, your hands sliding over his shoulders. “Tell me, mon amour, what would you do if I asked you to beg?”

Reca exhaled sharply. “I would fall to my knees without hesitation.”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips nearly brushed against his. “Then do so.”

And he did. Without shame, without restraint. Because you were his dark queen, and he lived to worship you.

No matter how hard he tries to be the one in command, you simply had a way to change things. You are able to flip the script. With a single touch, a whisper against his lips, he was undone.

In the end, he was the one breathless, the one trembling in your grasp.

And he loved it.

As you sat together in the candlelit warmth of your shared home, Reca looked at you with a softness so rare, so intimate, it nearly stole your breath away.

“My love,” he murmured, taking your hand in his own. “If I had a thousand lifetimes, I would spend every one of them chasing after you.”

You smiled, lifting his hand to your lips. “Then you are mine for eternity.”

Reca exhaled in sheer reverence. “(Y/N),” he whispered, voice trembling. “You know what that does to me.”

And with that, he pulled you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss filled with an undying, endless devotion.

[dolcezzaestremadaomicid1o]

Ok so I'm watching Death Note anime for the first time after reading the manga around fifteen years ago, a few scattered thoughts:

- Light guy is absolutely, 100% a closeted gay man

- Matsuda is my favorite. Little guy. A good golden boy. Quit calling him names, he's doing his best

-Ryuk is an almost perfect depiction of a deity from a nihilistic point of view: he's not good or evil, he just doesn't care; he doesn't really understand humanity but is amused by our silly little whims and it's overall an observer. It's sick if you think about it

- Why literally nobody is pondering riabilitative justice?

- L is the embodiment of autism. The face of the nation. The simulacra even.

- Why do women always have to suffer

- It's a good thing that the Kira fanbase did not exist in the TikTok era.

- It's a shame that Misa and Mello never interact. Just imagine them yapping about fashion and makeup and murder

- “I wish we could’ve met some other way.” “This is the only way we could’ve met” are you kidding me??

[melljam]

oh my god the unimpressed stare that shingen and gitae give when an opponent tries to attack them with something that fails miserably

shingen’s depressed little glance down at the blade that has just pathetically embedded itself into his skin as if that even does anything because his bones are genuinely impenetrable since he is quite literally built different

gitae’s mildly annoyed side eye at the officers for daring to believe that tasing him would work when they should have somehow known that he’s also just built different and would not even be stopped from committing axe murder if lightning struck him ten times over

ALSO these two are the type that gets excited over something/someone that can actually threaten their lives because of how used to being The Strongest™ they are

its such a shounen villain problem to have. sigh, another entirely boring and unfulfilling day of being the Strongest Guy Ever. when will someone who can actually contend with me come along to usurp my position as The Strongest™ :(

and shingen has experienced That with gap … now he longs for it again because he’s 1. depressed that he lost and 2. depressed that no one else can measure up to gap

their fight truly was the most important part of shingen’s life … unlike the birth of his many sons (or the very existence of one gun), which comparatively means Nothing to shingen

and gitae??? well, it could be argued that he might have just been annoyed at the officers for interrupting his fight, but that also means that he was enjoying his fight with jichang at least a little

but not in the same sense that shingen enjoyed his fight with gap. it was more like gitae was toying with jichang, and he found it amusing because of how easy it was

he’s so strong that he doesn’t even have to try with the strongest king. gitae can just mess with the poor guy until he decides to put him out of his weak misery when it stops being fun (which was when jichang rejected his offer to be his very own Smart Guy and it seemed to hurt gitae’s ego lol)

and after cop interruption, making jichang promise to let gitae be the one to kill him later on??? such a hilariously emasculating thing to do, like, we already know who’s winning our fight and it’s me so don’t even bother trying. just reserve yourself to die by my hand later, kthxbye <3

(jichang would not be able to uphold that promise, so i guess he was able to defy gitae in another way of his own …?)

or gitae’s teased fight with sinu. sinu went all out because he wasn’t taking any chances with another threat to big deal’s existence, and gitae got DISTRACTED in the middle of it. like, yeah your speed is cool and all but is that my dead father? oh, wait no! it’s my half-brother!

both jichang and sinu gave it their all to fight against someone who threatened themselves and their people, and gitae easily brushed them off but gave them an A for Effort !!!

shingen and gitae* must be somewhat bored with fighting when there are so few opponents that could actually compare to them in terms of strength. winning so easily almost makes it a menial chore for them. its the epitome of suffering from success lol

*it applies more to shingen than gitae though, gitae seems like he has the time of his life effortlessly messing around with weaker opponents, a predator playing with its prey

are they seeking something exciting, to flirt with the adrenaline rush of death because the safety of life has just gotten too dull for them?

to bring it back to the original point of the post: the ease of fighting must make the activity so underwhelming now. it becomes disappointing enough to produce such unconcerned expressions to injuries/attacks that would threaten an average person’s life

[tinydefector]

Hooray!!! Omg i’m so happy lol. I’m definitely going to be smiling for the rest of my day. I finally had time to think about it and how about a platonic familial scenario with mtmte magnus and the ambassador on break and casually chatting, fluff please. let me know if you need more details, and take your time <3

(i’ve been having data problems so hopefully this ask sends through 😅)

Out of the bag - human effects

I had so much fun writing this Buddee and I hope you like it!.

Word count 1.6k

Ultra Magnus x human reader

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The ambassador sat quietly working through files while on the desk, fingers pinching their temple as they re-read the text. A hot drink beside them as they worked. Ultra Magnus sat at the desk as he too worked. It would have been rather funny to look at, A large alien robot sitting at his desk working while his co-worker who was much smaller sat on the same desk on their own seat with a desk. They looked almost like they were a toy figure. 

They take a sip of their drink and roll their shoulders slightly. "Please tell me I don't have to fix another 15 files of Rodimus getting side tracked again and typing out random words like Chinchilla?" They mumble almost like a pray.

Ultra Magnus cycled a weary ex-vent, field rippling with long-suffering patience. "I'm afraid so, Ambassador. The captain seems...incapable of submitting forms in any semblance of proper order." He pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensor, nearly the same pose as them. an unmistakably human mannerism picked up from long acquaintance. "At this rate, reconciling his haphazard paperwork will occupy the majority of your work cycle."

Magnus observed the ambassador's flagging energy levels with mild concern. "Perhaps you should take a brief respite. Overexerting yourself serves no purpose - I can handle the captain's responsibilities for the time being."

His tone, while stern, held an undercurrent of genuine care. Despite their differences, he cared deeply for the ambassador; their well-being remained in everyone's best interests. 

"The schedules can wait. I suspect you've had enough excitement for one orn already." A hint of dryly amused. "I'll be alright Magnus, Just got a headache and sore. Really wasn't planning on dealing with reports, but it beats having to do holovids with Prowl, I want to strangle that mech some times." They reply leaning back in their seat, bringing their drink up and holding it in their hands as they close their eyes for a moment.

Prowl's combative nature makes diplomatic discourse a...trial, to say the least." He cycled another heavy ex-vent. "Though I must say, your own entanglements have proven equally...taxing, of late." Magnus leveled them with a pointed look, with a hint of mild disapproval.

"I trust you understand the risks involved, consorting so closely with the crew. Propriety and protocol exist for good reason - to maintain order and prevent compromising our mission." 

Yet beneath the stern admonishment, a thread of genuine concern shone through. "I only caution you to tread carefully, little one. The games played aboard this ship can be...treacherous, for those caught unawares."

His gaze softened marginally. "I would not see you come to harm, simply for wishing to find companionship in these trying times. Despite what you and others may think i do care about you" 

Embarrassment slowly works its way into their system as they look down as if they were a child who just got caught stealing something. "How.. how did you" they start not knowing how to continue talking. "Come now, Ambassador - did you truly think your...activities would escape my notice?" Magnus replied, a hint of wryness in tone.

He shook his helm slightly. "I may be strict, but I'm not blind. The signs were...quite evident.” Leaning back in his chair, Magnus fixed the ambassador with a measured look. "I'll not lecture you on proper conduct - Primus knows life aboard this ship is complicated enough as it is." Attempting to soothe their clear discomfort. "However, I must urge caution. Entanglements with subordinates."

They continue to look down for a moment processing his words. "I know, I wasn't planning on getting involved with anyone, it just sort of happened. Told Ratchet that it was to stay on the down low, and Ratchet had the same concern about risk, he wanted to make sure if something did happen with other bots outside of him and Drift that i had someone to trust if something happened. I was just worried that if you, Rodimus or Megatron found out. My job was gone" they mumble, they were filled with so much anxiety and panic over the situation only for the mech they feared the most about it to just say he knew. 

Magnus cycled a heavy vent. "I see. That...explains certain observations, I must admit." He rubbed a servo over his faceplate. "Ratchet and Drift, of all mechs. I confess, I had not anticipated that particular entanglement."

Fixing the ambassador with a level stare, Magnus continued, "However, you needn't fear repercussions from myself or the others." A hint of wryness entered his tone. " We've all been there, at one point or another." 

They let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Magnus, and I'm making sure to look after myself. Woah just wasn't expecting to be having this conversation with you is all. You have no idea how much fear I had about you finding out about my um.. 'activities'. You bots aren't exactly subtle about your 'human fucker' content  " they state before slowly having another mouthful of their drink.

He nodded in acknowledgement. "I understand your concern. confess, even I am not entirely immune to the temptations that arise. However, I endeavor to maintain strict protocols."  Magnus continued solemnly, "I cannot - and will not - control the personal affairs of my crew. That is a burden I do not wish to bear."

A hint of wryness entered his tone. "Though I must admit, the antics of Megatron and Rodimus have certainly tested my patience on more than one occasion. They are both very fond of you"

“I had a feeling they were. Magnus you being tempted, now that's new to me, I'm sorry they are causing you trouble” they chuckle, smiling up at him, enjoying the banter.  

"Ratchet and Drift both know I'm not interested in a relationship, it's mainly just stress relief, and i think Sunstreaker just has a bjt of a kink for someone who isn't going to scratch his paint" they confirm, making him aware of yet another bot involved. Magnus's optics widened fractionally at the mention of Sunstreaker - another unexpected development in this tangled web. "I see. So Sunstreaker as well, hmm?"

”It would appear you...ambassador has been quite diligent in cultivating a support network aboard this ship." Fixing the human with a measured look, Magnus continued, "And you are certain this...arrangement suits you? Entanglements with the crew, regardless of intent, can prove...complicated."

The nod. “Yes, I'm content and want to keep this on the down low, I don't need it getting back to my superiors on earth, nor do I need Prowl making issues of it.” They explain. In truth they were very happy with the arrangement, and felt less guilty now that they were talking with Ultra Magnus over the situation. 

"I merely wish to ensure you are not inadvertently placing yourself in jeopardy, little one." Magnus paused, considering his next words carefully. "However, if this provides you the stress relief you require, then I shall refrain from further commentary." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Though I must admit, I'm somewhat impressed by your...resilience, in the face of such formidable suitors."

It makes their face fluster as they look away from him quickly. “That's not funny and you know it” they huff under their breath only for him to let out a soft rumbled noise. Shaking his helm ruefully, the Autobot commander returned his attention to the ever-present datapads. "Very well. You have my discretion and, should you need, my counsel as well."

"They have all been good to me, very respectful and accommodating. They mainly have been dead quiet about involvement because of you actually." They hum. "Well technically you, Megatron and Rodimus. You three I do look up to alot, and your opinion means alot to me. I was just worried you would have me court martialled and shipped back to earth for fraternization "

Magnus's field rippled with a mix of surprise and begrudging respect. "I see." 

"While I cannot condone such...personal entanglements, I confess I am impressed by your discretion thus far. It speaks to a level of maturity and pragmatism I had not anticipated." Magnus met their gaze steadily. "You have proven yourself a valuable asset to this ship. I would not see that jeopardized, simply due to youthful indiscretions." 

With that now out of the way they sit there quietly before looking up at ultra Magnus from their spot sitting on the desk. "Could I have a hug, at the moment I can feel myself shaking from the fear and anxiety " they try to joke and make light of how afraid they were of him finding out. 

Magnus regarded the ambassador with a soft expression, field pulsing understanding. "Of course." He gently scooped them up, cradling their small frame against his chest in a rare display of tenderness. "There is no need to fear, Ambassador." His deep voice rumbled with reassurance as he lightly stroked their back.

They lean their head against his plating, relaxing against him.  "Thank you, you're a real one Magnus. No one will ever change that" Magnus rumbled softly, the vibration soothing against the ambassador's frame. "You are most welcome. I am merely doing what I believe is right."

He gently adjusted his hold, ensuring their comfort as they leaned into him. A rare, small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You have earned my trust, Ambassador. That is no small feat."

With that, Magnus simply held the ambassador, allowing them the chance to find solace in the steadiness of his frame. And in truth he rather enjoyed holding them close. 

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[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 ༻

Soft Haarlep Prt. 3

Request For Haarlep Anon: A continuation for “Soft Haarlep” where Haarlep discovers they can’t stop watching or thinking about Tav/You. You’ve gone and tainted their mind, but why? Love is a foreign concept when it comes to Haarlep’s kind… or is it?

Pairings: Haarlep x Tav/You | Raphael x Tav/You

Hurt/Comfort | Soft | Bathing Together

- PRT 1. (Click Here) | PRT 2. (Click Here) - PRT. 4 (Click Here)

Ao3

Haarlep’s gaze was fixed upon you with an intensity that was both predatory and peculiarly tender. As a creature of the infernal realm, love was an elusive concept, foreign to their kind. Incubus, born of desire and darkness, their very essence woven with the threads of temptation and seduction. They are not known for the depth of their sentiments, for their purpose is to allure and to take, to drain vitality in the pursuit of their own sustenance. Yet, against all odds, Haarlep’s thoughts were consumed by you, the mortal who had unknowingly captured Haarlep’s attention. The mere sight of you, bearing the bruises inflicted by Raphael, stirred conflicting emotions within them...

Haarlep’s tail flickered restlessly as they lay on the bed, arms crossed, their eyes barely visible through the veil of their red arms. Haarlep couldn't tear their gaze away from your figure as you discarded the robe that had hid your body as you entered the bath. Their nature commanded them to approach, to ensnare, to feast upon your delectable body. To thrust their cock deep within you drawing out the life force as sustenance for days unending, it was a hunger that gnawed at their being with the tenacity of a primal instinct.

Yet another sentiment, foreign and unsettling, sparked within the darkness of Haarlep’s chest. It was a whisper of a feeling, a growing sense of urgency to protect, to cover you with their own corporeal shield from any further harm… To protect the body they so wished to keep for themselves. Those bruises that marked your neck, they were not just marks upon your flesh; they were thoughts that kindled a respect and a strange yearning within him to preserve, rather than to plunder… This was leaving Haarlep perplexed and yearning for something they believed to be beyond their grasp.

Why did you taint their mind? Why did your presence linger in their thoughts, refusing to be banished? Haarlep’s duty was to serve Raphael, to revel in the twisted dance of desire and wickedness.

As Haarlep watched you soak, your scars were a testament to the pain you had endured. The temptation to unleash their power, or perhaps even twisting a tale to bring Mephistopheles here to consume Raphael, to whisk you away wherever, was an alluring path. But how could they, a creature of lust, protect you from the very hands that bound them?

Another unfamiliar sensation clutched at them… Fear. For Haarlep knew that it would come at a grave price. Raphael was a selfish man, and he would make damn sure to take you with him if his life were to flash before his very eyes. Because if the Devil himself couldn’t have you, then no one shall…

Your voice was barely above a whisper, "Haarlep, are you not sore after everything?" concern lacing your voice, a testament to the depth of your empathy.

A bittersweet smile played upon Haarlep's lips, their tail flicked again with a blend of irritation and amusement. Their existence as an incubus, the boundaries between pain and pleasure blurred, merging into a twisted symphony. However, they understood that for you, Raphael’s mortal little mouse, the pain inflicted upon you was an entirely different ordeal.

"It is not the same for me, my little dove," Haarlep spoke softly, their voice tinged with laughter. "While my physical form may bear similar scars of our shared suffering, it is but twisted into pleasure, the very thing that feeds me.” Haarlep chuckles with disappointment, “even if it is not satisfactory.” Their smile twisted into a frown, Haarlep could only imagine how they’d feel if it were you beneath them instead of Raphael… Oh how they knew they’d be satisfied then.

You sank deeper into the bath, “I see.” Is all you said before allowing the water to consume half your face.

Removing themselves from Raphael’s bed, Haarlep moved closer towards where you lay in the bath. They were all too aware of the dangers that lurked in the wake of pleasure- if they were to be caught again meddling with Raphael’s little mouse, caught in a forbidden affair, your body would be at risk once more… You were Raphael's, a treasure not to be tampered with by the likes of an incubus servant. Yet, the very thought of another's claim on you sparked a silent, seething defiance in Haarlep's chest.

But, if Haarlep simply sunk in behind you to bathe you… The thought coaxed a sly smile upon their lips. Haarlep could mask their true intentions, if they were to slip behind you, under the pretense of bathing your body, they could cloak their longing in duty. Their hands could roam freely under the guise of grooming, preparing you for Raphael, the master of the house as any obedient incubus should.

The steam from the bath cloaked Haarlep’s approach, a veil of mist parting to reveal you, the object of their forbidden musings. Perhaps they could sate this gnawing hunger without crossing the line that would see both-… you punished…

A dangerous game, yet Haarlep was no stranger to danger. As they lowered themselves into the bath behind you, the water embraced them, a willing accomplice to their ruse. The sound of your breath hitching sends a delighted shiver down Haarlep’s spine, “Haarlep… Y-you can-”

“Shhh, little dove. I am only but bathing you.” Their hand strokes your hair, “You do wish to look your best for my brat don’t you?” With a gentle touch that defied their infernal essence, Haarlep’s hands sought you out, amidst the flowing water, their presence both evident and elusive.

Haarlep moved with caution, every gesture appearing as mere servitude, while secretly relishing the forbidden thrill of contact. Tracing paths along your arms with a feigned professionalism that masked their true intent. The heat of your body seeped into them, a warmth they felt not only on their skin but deep within the recesses of their being.

The sensation of your back against their chest was a symphony of temptation, each note played upon the strings of their self-control. Their fingers, laced with the power of an incubus' touch, danced a delicate line between what was required of them and what they yearned for…

You felt Haarlep's tail graze around your leg, the slight scrape of their claws trailing a path down your arms... Their breath, a warm caress on your neck. A lump formed in your throat, every sensation Haarlep stirred forced an internal moan. Awareness of their true nature did little to quell your emotions; revealing your feelings seemed futile. Yet, in this moment, an inner voice urged you to turn within the circle of Haarlep's arms, to press your lips to theirs. To confess your willingness to risk everything, to embrace whatever consequences with Raphael might come, for the sake of a single kiss.

You weren’t sure when these newfound emotions began to stir within you, perhaps it was due to Haarlep always being in the same room as you. Or maybe it was the comfort their body gave off the night they laid with you before Raphael��

As you layin the tub in the embrace of an incubus, every sense was heightened. The texture of their skin brushed against your skin with an intimacy that spoke of a shared secrecy, a connection unspoken yet palpable. You could feel Haarlep’s “devoted servitude” facade fade as they moved with a predatory grace that was all at once alarming and alluring.

The room seemed to contract, with the walls inching closer, as if to push you further into Haarlep's space. The air was thick with tension, a silent orchestra that played to the rhythm of your beating hearts. Their gaze held yours as you turned your head to catch a glimpse of them. A mix of danger and desire reflecting in their eyes, a mirror to your own conflicted emotions.

The silence was a living thing, broken only by the occasional sound of your breathing and the water that stirred. You were acutely aware of Haarlep's strength, the power in their formidable frame, yet there was a gentleness in their touch that belied their fearsome appearance.

Swallowed by the moment, you considered the consequences of your next action. Raphael's shadow loomed in your thoughts, a reminder of the promised future that you were bound to— an arrangement that felt increasingly like a steel cage as Haarlep's proximity tempted you to rebel against it.

The thought of a kiss, one fleeting moment of rebellion, was both terrifying and tantalizing. It promised the sweet taste of forbidden fruit, the ecstasy of indulging in what was meant to remain untouched. In your mind's eye, you played out the scenario…

But in that suspended moment, with Haarlep's enigmatic aura enveloping you, the world outside the cocoon of your shared space ceased to exist. There was just the two of you, the question of 'what if' hanging unspoken between you, a siren call to what could be the most exhilarating or devastating choice of your life.

You turned in Haarlep’s arms, now poised between their thighs, your one hand resting on their shoulder while another urge guided your free one to touch their cheek. Your gaze fixed on their lips, noting the absence of a once present cut, and without a conscious thought, your thumb brushed across Haarlep’s lower lip.

As your thumb traced the smoothness of Haarlep's healed lip, their response was subtle. A barely perceptible parting of their lips, an invitation that sent a shiver of eagerness down your spine. You hesitated, aware that the step you were inching towards could not be taken back. The gravity of the moment weighed upon you; the understanding that this choice could alter your path irrevocably. Yet, the pull towards Haarlep was like a current too strong to resist.

Their hand found its way to your back, a light but anchoring touch, as if they too were caught in the same torrent of emotion. Their other hand rose, fingers tentatively brushing a strand of hair from your face, a gesture so tender it contrasted with the wild, untamed nature you knew them to possess.

In that silence, with your thumb still lingering on Haarlep's lip, you knew the decision had already been made, not by your mind, but by the yearning in your heart. You wanted nothing more than to close the gap and seal the confession of your soul with one simple kiss…

[zarnzarn]

t4t nsft odypen silliness to make up for yesterday, here u go <3

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"Lady Athena," Penelope says, as Odysseus finishes his prayers and they all rise to disperse. He looks over at her, inquisitive and amused, as she contemplates for a few moments, hands clasped. Then she bows her head and begs, rushed like it's bursting out of her, "Please let me fuck my husband today."

"PENELOPE!" Odysseus- well, shrieks. The other priestesses abruptly turn and file out of the room, led by Telemachus, at very high speeds. Odysseus is torn between making note of asking them to go compete in the races next year and putting his hands over the ears of the statue of Athena.

"Please," Penelope begs, eyes closed and ignoring him. "I never took the oath of celibacy, Lady Athena, why must I suffer this drought? This lack of my husband's beautiful thighs-"

Odysseus reaches over and shakes her, scandalised. "What are you doing, woman? In Athena's temple, have you gone mad-?"

"Athena," Penelope practically whines, letting herself be shaken. She looks crazy around the eyes, like she'll actually cry. "Please, please, if I don't get inside him I will die-"

"Did they not teach you about blasphemy in Sparta?" Odysseus yells, cheeks crimson.

"I unlearned it all when I spent twenty years without your cunt," Penelope moans pitifully. Odysseus wheezes ungracefully, mortified, tripping over his sandals as he gets to his feet to slap a hand over her mouth. Her shoulders are shaking, mischief in her eyes and lips twitching as he approaches, still pleading, "Please, Lady, suspend his vow for one day so that I may sheathe myself within his warm wetness and make him see stars in daylight for pleasure, I'll treat him well, please-"

"Hush!" Odysseus shouts at her, burning alive for the mortification. "Athena, I am so sorry-"

He closes his eyes in dread as the sound of loud cackling fades into existence. Athena stumbles out of the shadows, grin wide in a way that means she was drinking ambrosia, possibly at a party, cheeks bright with laughter. "What is-" She giggles. "What is this I hear about permission?"

"Nothing, Athena, extremely sorry for disturbing you, we- OW!"

"Please let me fuck him," Penelope begs, like she hadn't sunk her teeth into his flesh three seconds ago. "Let me have sex with my husband, I beg of you."

"She is not going to let you-"

"Sure."

"Athena!"

"What, she's asking so nicely." Athena shoots him a shit-eating grin, revenge in her eyes. "If you are alright with it, who am I to come in the way of a married couple?"

"Oh, so now you- what happened to celibacy is the highest form of clearing your mind-"

"Wait," Penelope cuts in, frowning. Athena's eyes slide to him slowly, glittering with laughter, before focusing back on Penelope with furrowed brows- she is drunk, definitely. "Wait, so you're- you are not the one who makes Odysseus not want to sleep with me?"

"What?" Odysseus demands, flabbergasted, as Athena bursts into loud peals of laughter overhead. "No, our agreement was the same as any of the other priestesses. That- that is just my own preference, some days."

"To be fair, we thought we were going to have to marry Odysseus off to some man back then," Athena grimaces, scratching at her feathers and squinting. "Ugh. But yes, you can do whatever you want, Queen of Ithaka. If Odysseus wants it, of course."

"You do want it, right?" Penelope says urgently, grabbing at his hands, eyes blazing and chest heaving. "Most of the time? Right now?"

"I-" Odysseus stutters, flustered in the face of her intensity and closeness. He feels unattractive still, even with the hair cut and change of clothes."I- Yes? Do you?"

Penelope's face spasms with rage. "ODYSSEUS!" She stamps a foot. "It's been an entire two days since you've returned! I'm burning alive with lust over here! How could you possibly not see, everyone in the palace can tell!"

"Okay- okay, hey, calm down-"

"-keep shifting about so people do not see me hard in my dresses, with every tantalizing move you make, every grin and giggle-"

"Wow," Athena takes a swig of a bottle. "Intense."

Odysseus exhales and shoots her a look, holding his hands out to placate a cursing Penelope. "Are- You're sure it's alright?"

"Yes!" She laughs, waving him off. "Your war is over, your glory is secure- go, have all the sex you want!"

"But-" Odysseus' next words are lost to a yelp as Penelope grabs him and manhandles him down to the ground. Athena whistles. He valiantly holds back the urge to snap at her that she needs to stop drinking if all it ever does is give her the personality of a teenage boy.

"I'll only fuck him in the temple," Penelope says, staring up at Athena determinedly and ignoring Odysseus' loud shout of distress at the scandal of it under her. "So that you may see that we are only trying for an heir, like the condition provides. Will that satisfy the oath?"

"That would," Athena agrees, almost leering as she lilts alarmingly to one side. "If that is all?"

"You-" Odysseus cuts himself off with a strangled scream as Penelope bites into his throat like a dog, sliding into him so abruptly it makes his vision go white. He's drenched still from her words earlier, but both the cocks at once, so suddenly inside-

Athena chuckles, and he feels a breeze across his face as she leans down to clumsily press a kiss to Penelope's forehead, then his. Penelope eagerly goes back for another kiss from Athena, thrusting sharply at the same time, making him moan so loud it echoes around the temple.

Athena snorts, and gathers her garments as she gets up to her feet and stumbles away. "Have fun!"

[exhaled-spirals]

« In classical antiquity, the upper classes of both Greece and Rome looked down upon standard notions of work. Nearly full-time leisure, otium, was among the entitlements of aristocracy in Rome. [...] In Plato’s Republic, no honor is attributed to business, which, it was understood, was done by vile mercenaries. [...]

Rest has not been a subject that philosophers have shown much interest in, but it has been taken up by the great French belle-lettrists. In A History of Rest, Corbin quotes Montaigne, Pascal, La Rochefoucauld, La Bruyère, Diderot, Joubert, Rousseau, and others on the subject. Pascal is perhaps most trenchant among them, for he understood that human beings both seek and detest rest. [...] The most famous of Pascal’s comments, from the notebooks he called his Pensées, is that “the sole cause of man’s unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in his room.”

For Montaigne, rest was where tranquility was to be found, and tranquility precludes ambition. “Glory and tranquility,” he writes, “cannot dwell in the same lodgings.” For La Rochefoucauld, rest brings on retirement, in which “taste turns then to silent, insensible objects . . . a blissful state of the soul, which comforts it for all its losses, and which acts as a substitute for all good things.” For La Bruyère, “life is short and tedious, and is wholly spent in wishing; we trust to find rest and enjoyment at some future time, often at an age when our blessings, youth and health, have already left us.” Joubert held that “being deprived of rest means much to the soul. Rest is of no small matter to it. It represents a state where the soul is uniquely free to follow its own movement without outside impulses.” 

Most of us simultaneously seek rest and yet are wary of the boredom implicit in it. The contradiction would appear to be irresolvable. Perhaps the only creature known to resolve it is cats. In his Journal, Jules Renard writes that “the ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.” He notes that “a cat, who sleeps twenty hours out of twenty-four, is God’s most perfect creation,” and goes on to remark on “the vitality of the cat, who appears so lazy,” adding that “laziness is the habit of resting before fatigue sets in.”

“The Right to Be Lazy” is the title of an essay by Paul Lafargue (1842–1911) [...]. Writing at the height of the Industrial Revolution, with workers, many of them children, working a 10-, 12-, sometimes 15-hour day, Lafargue held that such a heavy workload was, on all counts, unnecessary, indeed insufferable. Noting that the English had reduced their factory workday by two hours while the country’s production increased, he suggested eliminating “the fuming madness for work” in France and elsewhere. Evoking the “dizzying effect…limiting the workday to three hours [would] have on French production” Lafargue concludes his essay on this vocative note: “Oh, Laziness, take pity on our long destitution! Oh, Laziness, mother of the arts and noble virtues, be thou balm to human suffering!”

I may have achieved Lafargue’s ideal of the three-hour day. I rarely spent more than that at my computer, attempting to write essays, book reviews, short stories. I put in more time reading for some of this work, but then, I have never been able to consider reading real work. Writing is not an hourly job. Ideas, thoughts, notions, phrases, single words about things I am currently writing come to me at odd, which is to say just about all, times: upon waking, in the shower, when preparing a meal. [...]

Boredom does not worry me. I have been bored only in the company of bores, but never when alone. The world is too interesting, often too amusing, a place to allow for boredom. When not writing, or thinking about what I shall be writing, I find interest in contemplating the richness of life, its comedy, yes, its sadness. »

— Joseph Epstein, "Rest Easy"

[viridwns]

How does each uppermoon see reader? like what do they see in her. Is she just a piece of meat? is she just nice too look at? do they actually care for her? I would really like to see more interaction with reader and akaza. he treats her so well.

also, I'm not sure if it's obvious but has the reader had sex with akaza and Kokushibo? I think it hinted that she's done it with muzan and Douma. but what about the other two?

Miscommunication

Let me clear some things up for you.

I try to write the characters in character, but if I would really stick to that, my story wouldn't exist. Muzan would've killed the reader on sight. If we're being realistic, none of the demons would 'fall in love' with a human.

I've not deep dived into how the demons see reader, but I'll try my best to explain. Warning: this can be ooc :)

As far as we have seen, our main moons and Muzan do have feelings, but they're all focused on aggression, anger, or jealousy. In exception for Douma, who doesn't feel anything.

But if we drag Nezuko and Tamayo into this, we can see that even demons are capable of caring and even loving.

Only the four mains are...well...red flags and very toxic, so I don't think they experience all those tender emotions the same way. As previously stated, they are driven by intense feelings. Instead of gentle loving and caring, they twist it into owning and keeping alive.

They do care for the reader, just not as a normal person would. They don't like it when she gets hurt when they have no control over it. When they do, they don't see the problem. They'll know she'll heal, and they know exactly what she can take. But if it's out of their hands, who knows what can happen to her. They really, really want her so she has to stay in perfect health for them.

Douma is just a whore for entertainment and reader was perfect for it. He didn't feel anything for her, just found her amusing and time killing while in the infinitycastle and later his cult. If he got bored of her, he would get rid of her. Sure, he thought she was good-looking and wouldn't mind killing some time in bed (he has his needs, just mindless sex), but nothing special. Until Douma just couldn't get enough of her. He found her so amusing. Every sound, movement, or any other reaction drove him crazy. He didn't understand this sort of excitement and the need to just be with her all the time. Douma wanted to feel like this all day, every day. He didn't even realize that maybe this is what having emotion is supposed to be like.

To Douma reader is like a thirst he can't quench. He needs more and more and more of her until he is satisfied, which is never.

Akaza, our only upper who is not just driven by strength, but also by his make shift empathy he seems to have. He felt bad for reader when he first met her. Nothing more, really. He just wanted her suffering to end already. And then it all sort of changed when he saved her from danger. His reality from now got mixed with the reality from his past. He got the sudden need to protect her at all costs and to care for her like he once did for someone else. Reader is a replacement to make a happy ending come true that was robbed of him so many decades ago. She is his second chance.

Kokushibo is focused on his rage, his jealousy. The plaything Douma brought a long did nothing for him. Although...seeing how his two colleagues treated the poor thing, he had to admit it got him a little intrigued. Her fighting them off was the beginning. Kokushibo didn't know why, but he somehow respected her bravery. He wanted to know just how brave she was. The actual 'romantic' feelings came much later, though.

In the beginning, Muzan didn't care for her. She was just a human Douma brought along. Not his concern. She would die eventually. He didn't have time to waste on an inferior being that didn't contribute to his plans. Dear old Muzan did hear Douma's thoughts, though, and that of the rest. Peaking his interest is something not many can do. Now she's earned his time. Muzan doesn't develop real feelings until quite a while. He's just interested in what will happen to reader. But the more he hears the others and the more he spends time with her, the more he wants to keep her all to himself. She interests him, he wants to keep experimenting with her, and no one can say no. Douma can wait with eating her (if he was still planning on that), she needs to satisfy Muzan's curiosity first.

They mostly see her as a plaything, a pet to entertain them and to keep busy. She is there to fill a void all of them got when turning into a Demon.

Now Akaza does treat reader the best, but that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't let her do anything, and I mean anything. She's human, she's fragile, everything can hurt her. He also thinks she can't decide anything on her own. Akaza tells reader what to wear, to eat, and to do. He helps her brush her teeth, grabs things for her, and even spoon feeds from time to time

He's very controlling because he is so scared of loosing her. When he's in control, he'll know exactly what will happen to reader.

Between chapter one and two of the story, they all did it with her. The first was Douma, but that was even before he really got obsessed with her, and the rest wanted her as well. It was only after they made the compromise to share her that the others went to bed with her. When Douma thought it was funny to fuck her brains out for everyone to see, just to show how lovely her reactions were. They couldn't really control themselves, it was like a primal urge hit them.

Kokushibo just...did it. No emotion or foreplay, just pure instinct. Akaza controled himself and talked her through it, slowly sushing her sobs and protests with praises and easing himself into her.

Muzan was the last. He had resisted for a long time because he wouldn't stoop so low and sleep with a human because he couldn't control himself. He wouldn't allow someone weaker than him to have so much control over him. But sometimes, he just snaps when it becomes too much. It's a nice way to forget about his anger and frustrations he found.

It was all noncon in the beginning, but it slowly turned into dubcon as the reader just gave up.

I hope this answers your questions!

As I said it might be a little ooc, but oh well.

[adaobiiii]

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───────────────────── 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ✧˚.⋆ 20 Sabrina

The morning light spilled through the windows of Marinette’s room, golden and too bright for the group sprawled across the space. The air was thick with the lazy remains of last night’s high-energy, Luka’s concert, the after-party, the confessions, the teasing. Now, a different kind of haze hung over them, the sluggishness that came with having too much fun, too little sleep, and just enough adrenaline still in their veins to keep them from crashing out completely.

Marinette stretched from her spot on her bed, still nestled comfortably against Felix, whose arms had somehow remained around her the entire night. He was uncharacteristically clingy this morning, though he hid it beneath his usual composure. Formal, as always, but with a noticeable softness in the way he let his fingers lazily trace circles on Marinette’s arm, his head resting lightly against hers. The only giveaway to his grogginess was the fact that he had yet to fully sit up, still half-draped over Marinette as if movement was simply too much effort.

Across the room, Chloe and Luka were engaged in their usual playful banter, sprawled on the floor with cups of coffee neither of them had actually touched yet.

“Bet you’re regretting wearing that leather jacket on stage now,” Chloe teased, nudging Luka with her foot. “How’s it feel, rockstar? Suffering yet?”

Luka let out a low chuckle, his voice still hoarse from the night before. “Oh, I’m suffering, alright,” he admitted, stretching out with a wince. “But it was worth it.” He shot her a lazy smirk, raking a hand through his messy dark blue hair. “You looked like you were enjoying the show.”

Chloe scoffed, flipping her hair dramatically. “I have taste, of course I enjoyed it.” She sipped at her coffee, side-eyeing him over the rim. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” Luka said with a wink.

By the gaming area, Adrien and Kagami had taken up the space near Marinette’s console, both lounging against pink bean bags, half-heartedly scrolling through game selections. Adrien, still in sweats and a loose hoodie Marinette borrowed him, was visibly fighting the urge to pass out right then and there, while Kagami sat beside him, perfectly composed despite the exhaustion in her eyes.

“I don’t even know why we’re pretending we’ll play something,” Adrien muttered, leaning his head back. “I can barely blink properly.”

“You’re the one who picked up the controller,” Kagami pointed out, unimpressed.

Adrien squinted at the screen as if trying to remember why he did. After a long pause, he just sighed. “Fair point.”

Back on the bed, Marinette hummed softly, tilting her head toward Felix, whose arms instinctively tightened around her in response.

“You good?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

Felix exhaled, a slow and measured breath. “Tolerable.” His fingers brushed over her wrist absentmindedly before lacing them with hers. “Though if one more person insists on speaking above a whisper, I might reconsider.”

Luka, of course, took that as his cue to dramatically clap his hands together. “Okay! rise and shine, everyone! Who’s making breakfast?”

Felix groaned, burying his face against Marinette’s shoulder as if he could physically block out the noise. “I take it back. I’m reconsidering now.”

Marinette giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his hair. “I think he means not it.”

“Not it,” Kagami and Adrien chimed in immediately.

Chloe, realizing she was last, sighed as she stood up and dusted herself off. “Ugh, fine. But if I’m making breakfast, I’m picking our morning playlist.”

Luka perked up. “Oh? The Chloe Bourgeois is going to cook?”

“Shut up and make yourself useful, rockstar,” she shot back, but the smile playing at her lips betrayed her amusement.

Felix, still practically draped over Marinette, finally let out a sigh. “If I must exist in this wretched morning, at least let me exist with dignity.”

Marinette snorted. “Felix, you’ve been half-asleep on me for an hour.”

Felix lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes. “And yet, I still maintain my dignity.”

Luka shot him a thumbs-up as he headed to the kitchen. “Gotta respect the commitment.”

Felix merely closed his eyes again, pulling Marinette just a little closer, content to stay exactly where he was. If anyone else had something to say about it, well… they’d simply have to deal with it.

****

Downstairs, the rest of the group had split up—Chloe, Adrien, and Kagami took over the kitchen. The smell of pancakes and eggs filled the air as Adrien flipped a crepe with the ease of someone who’d spent years perfecting the skill. 

Beside him, Kagami chopped strawberries with sharp precision, while Chloe leaned against the counter, sipping coffee and smirking at their teamwork.

Fortunately for them, they had been aided by Marinette’s parents, while Luka stepped outside to call his mom, reassuring her that he hadn’t been arrested for any concert-related activities.

“Honestly,” Chloe said, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she responded to Kagami’s prior comment, “I’m not even surprised people online are obsessed with us. Did you see the clips from last night? We looked amazing.”

Adrien chuckled as he stirred a bowl of batter. “I think the best part was Luka pulling you three up there. You guys sounded incredible.”

Kagami, setting the knife down, smirked proudly. “The crowd definitely lost their minds when Luka introduced me as his ‘fallen angel’ before I played.”

“Agreed. That was perfect,” Chloe agreed. “But Marinette? That girl was glowing. And now that she’s got a boyfriend–”

Adrien snickered, setting a plate of crepes onto the counter. “Speaking of which, has anyone checked Twitter? Didn’t know Marinette was that bold. ”

Chloe’s phone was already in her hand, nails tapping against the screen. “Oh, she knew what she was doing,” she said, turning the phone to show them the post. The attached image? Felix, seemingly groggy from sleep, nuzzled into Marinette’s neck, faint red kiss marks trailing down his neck. It didn’t help that she captioned it something so seemingly innocent ‘That was fun 🥰’

Kagami raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed. “I assume Felix consented to this?”

“He most definitely did,” Adrien said, shaking his head. “The second Marinette said she’d love to go out with him in the group chat he started tweaking out.”

Chloe snickered, taking a sip of coffee. “The man went from ‘formal and untouchable’ to ‘Marinette’s personal house cat’ in record time. Good for them.”

Upstairs, the very subject of their discussion lay wrapped around Marinette like a very contented cat. Felix, still warm from sleep, had his arms around her waist, his head resting against her shoulder, fingers lazily tracing patterns against her hip as she scrolled through her phone. He wasn’t even pretending to care about anything else but her, pressing absentminded kisses to her shoulder while she grinned.

“So,” she murmured, “officially official now, huh?”

Felix hummed, barely opening his eyes. “I believe last night confirmed that, yes.”

Marinette giggled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Just making sure you’re still on board. Don’t want you waking up and realizing you made a terrible mistake.”

Felix exhaled, tightening his hold around her. “Impossible.”

From downstairs, Adrien’s voice drifted up. “Breakfast is ready, lovebirds!”

Marinette sighed, but Felix didn’t move. Instead, he pressed a lazy kiss against her shoulder, whispering, “Five more minutes.”

She grinned. “Just five?”

His lips curved into a smirk. “Maybe ten.”

Marinette giggled, sinking deeper into the warmth. Yeah. Life was really, really good.

****

The scent of fresh pancakes and eggs filled the air as Marinette and Felix finally made their way downstairs. Felix, still groggy but ever composed, trailed close behind her, fingers lightly ghosting over hers as they entered the kitchen. 

Chloe, Kagami, and Adrien were busy plating food while Luka had just stepped back inside, stretching his arms above his head with a satisfied sigh. "Mom's good. She says hi."

"Tell her I say hi back!" Marinette called as she slid into a seat, Felix following suit and immediately resting his chin against her shoulder. "So, breakfast and then business?" she sighed, glancing at Felix and Adrien, who both hummed in reluctant agreement.

"Unfortunately," Felix muttered, tightening his arm around Marinette's waist. "We need to deal with… business affairs."

Adrien groaned, ruffling his own hair. "More like untangling whatever Father’s done now. Aunty Amelie and Felix are trying to reduce his control on me, but of course, that means endless meetings."

Chloe huffed as she gracefully set plates in front of them. "Felix, I get that your mom's trying to fix things, but ew, business."

Marinette pressed a kiss to Felix’s temple, the act was quickly turning into a habit. "You'll be fine. Both of you."

Felix sighed, nuzzling into her warmth before sitting up straight. "I'm taking that as a promise."

Luka chuckled as he dug into his food. "At least you have each other to suffer through it. I have to head out too—family meeting. Apparently, Juleka and my mom have some ‘big news.’"

"Ooooh," Marinette grinned. "Let us know how it goes"

With a few more exchanges and reluctant departures, Felix and Adrien were out the door, Luka following soon after. That left only Marinette, Kagami, and Chloe lounging in the kitchen, sipping on tea and finishing their food at a much more relaxed pace.

"So," Marinette started after some time had gone by, her eyes gleaming. "I might have finished the dress… Wanna see?"

Chloe and Kagami both perked up instantly. "Obviously," Chloe scoffed, already standing. 

With a giddy laugh, Marinette led them upstairs. In her room, she carefully unveiled the dress she had been working on. The masterpiece for her MDC reveal. The fabric shimmered under the morning light, delicate embroidery catching every ray of sun. Chloe and Kagami stood in stunned silence before Chloe finally let out a long, impressed breath. "Oh. You really ate this up"

Kagami nodded. "It’s breathtaking."

Marinette beamed, smoothing her hands over the bodice. "I wanted it to be perfect. The showcase is going to change everything."

Chloe smirked. "Trust me, darling. You're about to break the internet."

The streets of Paris lay quiet under the dark of night, the glow of streetlights casting shadows against the roads. The Dupain-Cheng bakery stood dark and silent, its usual warmth absent with the family gone away for the night. A single figure slipped through a dark alleyway, moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before. The window to Marinette’s room had been left slightly ajar. The figure tested it carefully before pushing it open just enough to slip inside.

The room smelled faintly of fabric, thread, and a soft floral perfume. Moonlight spilled through the glass, illuminating sketches pinned to the wall, spools of thread were stacked neatly on the desk, and a mannequin draped with a partially sewn garment. But the figure’s eyes landed on something else. The dress.

Just as Marinette had said, it stood right in front of her closet. On camera, it had looked aged, worn by time. But here, as they stared at it in person, it truly looked breathtaking.

The intruder stepped forward, careful to avoid the stray ribbons and fabrics strewn across the floor. Their gloved fingers reached out, grazing the fabric. It was softer than expected, delicate but sturdy. They lifted the dress from its resting place, holding it up to admire its craftsmanship. The way the fabric shined under the moonlight, the intricate detailing barely visible in photos. It may have been Marinette’s best work yet. It was a masterpiece.

Clutching the dress, they turned back to the window, slipping into the night as soundlessly as they had arrived. The city stretched out before them, a sea of rooftops and hidden paths. With the dress secured in their grasp, they vanished into the Paris night, leaving only the whisper of fabric and the empty space where the dress once stood.

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[immaturityofthomasastruc]

IOTA Reviews: Emotion

Hey, remember Felix? You know, that minor character who is the entire reason Gabriel has all of Ladybug's other Miraculous? The writers remembered he existed more than halfway through the season.

Let's get into the eighteenth episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fifth season: Emotion

We start off with Marinette and Adrien getting ice cream, and just like last episode, right when they're about to kiss, Adrien stops at the last second. While we don't see it, it's heavily implied that Gabriel is behind this. It turns out that Adrien has to get ready for some dance for rich people. While it has a name and I think it was mentioned in a few earlier episodes this season, it's really just some dance for rich people, so I don't care enough to remember it. Of course, all of the rich characters we know are invited, like Kagami, Chloe, Zoe, and Prince Ali. Lila, on the other hand, wasn't invited. This might sound important, but nothing happens with her until the end.

Zoe isn't going because of the “character development” she's gotten, so she offers to let Marinette wear her dress to the dance, which just so happens to be a masquerade ball. Tikki asks why Marinette even wants to go to this party she wasn't invited to, but all Marinette says is that it's so she can tell Adrien that she didn't have to keep the dance a secret from her. Why didn't Marinette just call Adrien? Because then we wouldn't have a story.

At the ball, Adrien and Kagami are the king and queen or whatever because their parents are really determined to make their ship sail even though the two show no real interest in each other (insert your own joke about the writers here), but they're interrupted by Amelie, Emilie's twin sister and Felix's mom. She's worried because her son has been missing for weeks, but Gabriel couldn't care less about the little twerp.

At the party, we get a somewhat amusing joke where Chloe fails to recognize Marinette under her mask, where Marinette not only says her name is Zoe, but her “underling” is named Chloe too. But speaking of...

Chloe: How rich are your parents? Rich? Very rich? Immensely rich? Of course, otherwise you wouldn't be here! It's too bad we can't bring out underlings with us. I'm sure these tin cans can serve properly but we can't make fun of them! (grabs a drink from a butler robot before kicking it) So lame!

Okay, did the writers just stop caring about writing convincing dialogue for Chloe? This is a problem I've noticed a lot this season. Yeah, Chloe was bad in the last four seasons, but here, she constantly talks about how Sabrina is her “underling” (Passion), or how she finds Marinete's suffering to be amusing (Derision). It's not really out of character, but it's weird how she's so much more blunt when it comes to boasting about how full of herself she is. It feels like a lot of her lines this season were meant to be placeholders for stuff the writers thought they'd change later, but then they decided to keep it in anyway. And of course to show how stuck up the other rich kids saying the same kind of stuff Chloe normally says, which is somehow less subtle social commentary than Hop Pop shouting “EAT THE RICH!”.

Adrien and Kagami talk about how they're expected to follow orders, while pretty much saying that Kagami is a Sentimonster since the camera really wants to show off her ring.

Oh wow. what does this mean? Wow, this is such a compelling mystery with so many twists and turns. I am so very invested right now.

However, as the two talk, it's clear that Adrien isn't himself, literally.

“Adrien”: Let's leave, I dare you.

Kagami: Are you insane? We can't do that.

“Adrien”: Of course, we can. I can.

Kagami: (gasps) You'd do that?

“Adrien”: Wanna bet?

Kagami: No, we can't.

“Adrien”: See? You're not as free as you claim. Don't you think we should be able to decide our future?

I'll get back to this later.

Marinette tells “Adrien” that she loves her, but Chloe figures out that Marinette crashed a party she wasn't invited to. Of course, because this is Chloe, we're supposed to ignore how unnecessary this plan was for Marinette. Seriously, Marinette crashing the party in “Gabriel Agreste”, as illogical as it was, made sense, because they needed to stop Chloe from showing Gabriel incriminating footage of Marinette. Here, Marinette had no real reason to crash this party when all she had to do was call Adrien, and Chloe, like her or hate her, makes a good point in that she wasn't invited. But again, since this is Season 5 Chloe, she could say she opposes human trafficking, and the writers would still find a way to make her look like the bad guy.

Chloe tells the other rich kids to help her expose Marinette, but because they're so stuck up and entitled, they refuse to touch her. I'll give you all a moment to groan from that unfunny joke. Then we get this conversation between Marinette and “Adrien”.

“Adrien”: All eyes are on you.

Marinette: They're looking at me like I'm a monster.

“Adrien”: Look closer, Marinette. (whispers into her ear) They're the monsters.

I officially take back everything bad I ever said about the Canto Bight scenes from The Last Jedi.

While I get what the episode's going for, we really haven't seen a lot of the 1% doing things that would actually warrant this level of scorn from the audience. Yeah, most of them were egotistical snobs, especially Chloe, but you can't really see this as a shot at the elite when it's aimed at their children instead of their parents. All we've seen in this episode is the rich kids being jerks (and even then, it's played for laughs), Chloe rightfully trying to get Marinette thrown out of a party she had no reason to crash, and Gabriel and Tomoe trying to pair their children together. If you want to show the audience how bad rich people are, you need to show them actually abusing their power and mistreating others. As bad as the aforementioned Canto Bight scenes were, they still worked because it managed to back up the point it was trying to make.

Compare this to characters like the Ferengi from Star Trek or the World Nobles from One Piece. These are allegories for the 1% that work because they do a better job at exaggerating aspects of them that can translate to how we see the elite in our world. With the Ferengi, they represent everything wrong with cutthroat businessmen who base their entire society over financial gains, and with the World Nobles, they represent the disconnect with the common people by being so arrogant, they wear helmets that prevent them from breathing the same air as the commoners. If you wanted to show how bad the rich were, especially considering what's going to happen in a few minutes, you needed to do more to make the audience not like them so we'd be more happy to see them get their comeuppance.

Marinette figures out that Felix impersonated Adrien once again (it honestly stops being impressive when he's done it during literally every episode he appears in), and he decides to transform using the Peacock Miraculous in public for some reason, calling himself Argos.

Argos' design is okay. The suit and coattails look pretty nice, and the coloring on his face works a lot better than Gabriel's. The only problem I have is the way the hood looks. It looks too goofy to go with the rest of the suit. It kind of reminds me of that salmon suit Squidward wore in that one episode of SpongeBob SquarePants.

Before anyone else at the party can do anything, Argos reveals a Sentimonster he created, Red Moon.

Red Moon is... a red moon. It's just a red moon that floats above the city, and it gives Argos the ability to make anyone bathed in its light disappear with a snap of his fingers. If anything, this shows how overpowered the Peacock Miraculous is, and that Gabriel was a real idiot for not trying anything like this while he was Shadowmoth.

Anyway, after making everyone think his cousin is a supervillain as part of his brilliant plan, Argos decides to tell everyone in the room about what his Sentimonster can do. He demonstrates this by, of course, choosing to snap away Chloe before targeting Gabriel and Tomoe. You really have your priorities straight, buddy. Argos then carries Marinette outside before throwing her in a dumpster, because if he snapped her away, than Ladybug couldn't fight him.

But then Argos decides to go to the streets, and decides to snap away a bunch of innocent civilians... while singing a jazz song. To anyone curious as to what it sounds like, I must warn you, it isn't for the feint of heart.

I take back everything bad I ever said about the Hawkmoth rap.

First off, I'm just going to say it, Bryce Papenbrook cannot sing. Argos is clearly trying to sound like a suave and confident villain like Doctor Facilier from The Princess and the Frog, but his delivery is terrible. It either ranges from flat monotone to trying to shout while dealing with a sore throat. The point I'm trying to make is that there was a good reason someone else did the singing voice for Adrien in the recent movie.

Second, this doesn't do anything to make us root for Argos as a character, because there's no reason for him to be doing this. I can understand why he'd use his power to get rid of Gabriel and Tomoe (even Chloe, given we know how much she's done), but why is he suddenly going nuts snapping a bunch of random people who haven't even met him before? The episode tries to make him a character who only does bad things because he has no choice to, so him doing this to a bunch of innocent civilians makes no sense.

Finally, WHY THE HELL IS THIS SCENE A MUSICAL NUMBER?! It's hard enough to see Argos callously wipe out a bunch of bystanders, essentially committing genocide, but the tone of the song is all upbeat and cheery, while the lyrics are about how Argos should get whatever he wants. What is the purpose of adding a song here? Are we supposed to find this funny? Is it meant to establish Felix as a wild card? Is the song supposed to make us like him more because of how catchy it is? What was the writers' endgame here? Like I mentioned earlier, this flies in the face of the characterization the episode is trying to establish for him.

Marinette transforms into Ladybug and arrives on the scene, confronting Argos over what he did last season.

Ladybug: You're the reason why I lost the other Miraculous in the first place! And why he took them! You gave them to him without any regard for the consequences it might have with the people of Paris!

Argos: True, except I work for no one. I only helped Monarch cause it served my plans! I needed the Peacock Miraculous and today I need yours and Cat Noir's so I can make my wish!

Ladybug: Your wish?! What do you want?! What are you trying to do?! You're destroying the world and we don't even know why!

Argos: When I merge your Miraculous together, I'll make a wish to create a better world! A free world, where no one will be under anyone's control anymore, where no one will be excluded like I was! A world without people like you to decide what's right or wrong! Who gets powers and who doesn't!

Dude, you're literally playing God right now by snapping away people who did nothing wrong, while singing a song at that. You have no right to lecture Ladybug on how to use power responsibly. And once again, even though we just saw him happily snapping people out of existence like the kid from that one Twilight Zone episode, the episode is going back to portraying him as someone who's only doing this because he has nothing to lose.

Ladybug tries to use her Lucky Charm, but gets nothing in response. This is because her plan is to get Argos to give up, but even in episodes where her plan was to get Akumas to give up, she still got her Lucky Charm (Rocketear, Qilin, Penalteam, Reunion, Perfection, Intuition), so this doesn't really make any sense. Ladybug calls Argos' bluff, so he wipes out everyone from existence. After running into Kagami and snapping Adrien back into existence, Argos is surprised that they aren't thanking him for wiping out all of humanity, and in fact, see him as a complete psychopath.

We then learn Felix's true plan. Earlier that day, Argos capitalized on a opening he had been hoping he would get for weeks, and then created Red Moon. Right after Adrien's date with Marinette, Argos ambushed Adrien, and snapped him out of existence with Red Moon's power. He then decided to impersonate Adrien so he could infiltrate the dance and snap Gabriel, Tomoe, and everyone else out of existence.

I think my feelings on this plan can be perfectly summarized by Tony Stark.

First off, why did he need to sneak into the dance? All Felix had to do was transform into Argos, and nobody would know who he really was.

Second, why did he need to impersonate Adrien? Felix claims he's doing this for him, yet all he did was steal his girlfriend and ruin his public reputation. As a matter of fact, why did he even snap Adrien away? You're already wiping out all of humanity, so I don't think temporarily doing the same to Adrien will earn you any goodwill.

Third, why did he waste so much time screwing around with Marinette and Kagami? I sort of get why he would try to get in Kagami's good graces (keyword being “try”) by trying to convince her to rebel against her mother more, but why did he dance around with Marinette while pretending to be Adrien? Felix later says he wanted to spare Marinette for Adrien's sake, but he barely knows her, and whether she finds out Felix impersonated her boyfriend or not, she's going to be pissed at either you or Adrien because of your galavanting. In fact, I don't think he ever told Adrien that he danced with Marinette while at the dance in the first place.

Finally, he really needed to wait for this for weeks? If your goal was to get rid of Gabriel and Tomoe, why didn't you just ambush them yourself instead of waiting for a public function? This isn't like has last few appearances where he needed to rely on his intellect. He has superpowers now. All he has to do is create another Sentibug or some kind of assassin Sentimonster and he can be rid of them easily. Instead, he waited weeks for a chance to steal his cousin's identity, dance with his girlfriend, talk trash about Kagami for listening to her mother when he's supposed to be helping her and Adrien, blow his cover in a crowded area by transforming, and use his killer moon to erase all of humanity from existence while singing. Remember, this is the show that usually makes jokes about Marinette's obsession with unnecessarily complicated plans.

Anyway, Argos tries to use his powers to bring Marinette back, but for some reason, they won't work. My best guess is that it's because Marinette transformed into Ladybug, but that shouldn't chance the fact that Argos snapped her with Red Moon's power. After trying to justify his genocide by saying he never wanted to hurt Adrien and Kagami, Argos remembers how his powers work and brings everyone back. After Ladybug lets him go scot-free, Argos goes to a private place realizes that he may have made a few mistakes for almost wiping out all of humanity, tearfully snapping Red Moon out of existence, calling it “his sister”. Because I guess we were supposed to emotionally connect to the giant moon that showed little to no signs of sentience this entire episode? Argos transforms back to Felix, and we learn that Amelie knew where he was the whole time, and she was apparently testing Gabriel for some reason.

After Adrien explains to Marinette that his father ordered him to not tell her about the dance, Adrien goes to talk to Gabriel about it. Gabriel, being Gabriel uses his control over Adrien to force him to never talk about Marinette again. Gabriel then gets a call from Lila, and even though she's been nothing but helpful to him since Season 3, he's apparently tired with her. Why is he suddenly rejecting the help of his most competent (by comparison) ally?

Also, the episode ends with the revelation that Lila somehow knows Gabriel is Monarch. Why? How? I DON'T CARE, BECAUSE THIS EPISODE SUCKS!

Oh my God, this episode was just terrible! “Derision” and “Adoration” definitely got to me with the way their stories were handled, but this was the first episode in a while to really piss me off. The plot was contrived as hell, basically being a repeat of “Gabriel Agreste”, and you all know how I wasn't exactly a fan of that episode. Think about it: Marinette sneaks into a party, Felix tries to scheme against Gabriel, and Marinette and Adrien end up getting caught in one of his schemes.

The social commentary about how bad the rich were just felt more pretensions than anything else. I get that it's meant to teach children a lesson about the real world, but the episode feels so confident in what its trying to say when it's not that deep, even by kids' show standards. Rich people are bad? Yeah, I think someone like me who lives in the same country as Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Mark Zuckerberg knows that. Will you actually teach kids about the financial conditions that allow the wealthy to abuse their power or the cutthroat methods they'll resort to in order to turn a profit? No? You're just going to tell kids that rich people are jerks without giving any actual evidence in the same episode you're using to try and to teach them? Man, these writers just keep hitting it out of the park here!

This whole “Rich people suck” message also falls flat because Felix is the one pushing it. You know, someone who already comes from a rich family? It's not like Bruce Wayne where he uses his money to help the people of Gotham, as Batman or not. Felix just whines about how “tHeY'rE tHe MoNsTeRs.” when he's just as well-off as they are. The episode tries to do a subtle discrimination message as evidenced by his rant as Argos earlier, but it doesn't work because we have never seen anyone discriminate against Felix for who he is. Yeah, the episode once again tries to hint at him being a Sentimonster, but because the show hasn't just pulled the trigger and confirmed it, it's hard to really sympathize with him being “excluded” when we've never seen him being treated differently by others in earlier episodes, and even if he was a Sentimonster, nobody would know or be able to discriminate against him in the first place.

I don't know why the show keeps trying to excuse Felix's actions when once again, he pretty much committed fucking genocide yet the episode still wanted us to feel bad for him realizing his actions had consequences. If he actually wanted to own up to his mistakes, he'd either hand over the Peacock Miraculous to Ladybug or help Ladybug stop Monarch. For someone who claims he hates when people abuse power to make others suffer, he's no better, judging from how both times he's gotten to use a Miraculous, he's either screwed over Ladybug (Strikeback) or endangered a lot of innocent people. And if you're wondering why I didn't point out any double standards between the treatment of Felix compared to Chloe, that doesn't really matter. No matter how you feel about Chloe, whether you feel like she got screwed over or not, it doesn't really make how the writers are glorifying Felix any better or worse, as his potential “redemption arc” isn't off to a good start.

The plot was stupid, Felix was an idiot, and it felt like more effort was put into the musical number than the writing. In my opinion, this is easily the worst episode of the season so far.

Although at the very least, now that we have even more evidence that Adrien, Felix, and even Kagami are all Sentimonsters, I think I know what clip I can start using to describe my feelings on this plotline.

THE BIGGEST IDIOT OF THE EPISODE IS... FELIX

For someone who managed to outsmart Gabriel on multiple occasions with no superpowers, Felix's intelligence really took a nosedive the second he got the Peacock Miraculous. He came up with a completely unnecessary plan that involved impersonating his cousin's identity and mocking his friend when he's supposed to try and win their favor, he danced with his cousin's girlfriend without his consent, transformed in public, smearing his reputation even further, and proceeded to gleefully wipe out humanity through a musical number, and needed other people to point out how immoral his actions were. Of course, Marinette gets second place thanks to her plan to break into the party and later letting Argos get away.

[stickdoodlefriend]

A letter from the Lestappen historical AU in working on:

Dearest Charlie,

I hope the fresh spring air ails your father's health. Even the stubborn spruce outside my mother's garden has sprung some color much to my sister's delight, so I think the warmer months should bode well for your family. The spruce tree brushes against my window and under dawn, they remind me of your eyes when you win. We will be planting some potatoes and peppers that will shall yield a good harvest for the winters though the toil is grueling but necessary. The wagon routes that bring us food here have been generous, but my mother doesn't like being at Horner's sufferance and tempestuous moods.

I have ridden out Nino to explore the steep terrains and crisp air though he spooks around the cats. I wish I had flowers to press between the creases of this letter without arousing suspicion from my father. He has been extremely keen in knowing my correspondences and places I visit outside of the tournament lately.

Victoria would like you to know that the labor has broadened my arms and shoulders so you might see alterations to my tunics and breeches when we meet again.

My mother and she insist on hosting you for a week—they had pestered for more but I know your delicate seaside sensibilities would shiver throughout the mountain pass and spend the rest of your visit under heavy furs—but if you would be amenable to travel, my mother would like for you to taste her soup and reciprocate the generosity your family extended while I was in Monaco. They do not know you were entirely insufferable, and I still marvel how you share blood with them and not feral wolves.

Kiss your mother on the cheek for me for I admire her bold heart and endless virtue of patience to be inflicted by your exuberance throughout all hours of the day. I pray your brother's business brings him fortune and I am eager to make his acquaintance again during tournament in Barcelona. Would you be attending as well? You must make haste through the Knight series though I hear you are as quick as I remember from our encounters.

Then, we shall be able to fight again together—you must not push me off my steed again the stewards are hawk-eyed and like meddling for too much. Wild and brazen suits you, and I know Maranello's bishop would anoint you to represent them in no time. Sir Vettel is much too rambunctious for them but he has much to offer in wisdom and riling up people's passions until they ire ferociously. Perhaps you will fight together.

I thank you for the lessons in archery in our youth, though Sir Vettel had much amusement to see me flex my fingers after nocking an arrow—a distinctive habit I have picked up from you and learned that is not best practice or taught anywhere. At All. Fix this immediately, you are leaving imprints on me in ways I am unaware of. This is embarrassing.

I am contemplating, with the money I have reaped from my wages at the tournament, to build a modest hut in Monaco-one with the view of the sea and massive ships and pleasant breeze. I reckon it would be easier to have our existence entwined in the quiet though I treasure dearly the hours we spend hearing each other's voice for everything and nothing when distance allows us. Perhaps I am made for warmth, and you are the brilliant sun.

I have rambled far too much and I fear my father gazes upon me with much judgment whenever I exceed a page to send to your address through the delivery rider. Write to me as soon as your heart desires, Charlie, and I will see you victorious in Spain (I am sure. Oliver is a flicker of a flame to your affinity)

Your once and future rival,

Max

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[dross-the-fish]

I have to know. What do you mean by "Jealous of Christine" I thought it was just Meg? Were there more?

I've touched a little on how ALW treats Carlotta, basically depicting her as a squawking over hyped-prima donna, even worse in the 2004 movie because it's actually shown that no one around her thinks she's a good singer, everyone hates her and they're just trying to appease her ego. There was no need to take that extra step of making her untalented, it actually, in my opinion, weakens Christine's triumph if Carlotta is that incompetent. And then he kind of repeats that with Meg Giry but goes EVEN HARDER into making her un-likeable and implying that she is not as talented as the untouchable Christine Daae. Meg is completely pathetic, head over-heels in love with someone who doesn't know she exists. It's implied she sold herself to help him fund his weird Coney island amusement park and meanwhile...she's depressed and abused by everyone around her and in the end she looses her mind and kills Christine. You'd think that would make the character at least a little sympathetic right?

Nope, ALW does not want you to sympathize with Meg, he turns her into an obsessive, jealous villain and every time she performs on stage her songs are the cringiest, most intentionally obnoxious, parodies of vaudeville performances. Because, see...she's not a REAL opera singer like Christine. It's staggering how little respect or sympathy ALW has for this character. She is pretty much just there to be a punching bag who has some kind of psychotic break at the end because Erik doesn't love her because she can never be Christine. That's it, the show acknowledges Meg's suffering but immediately undermines it by warping it into an unhinged jealousy for Christine. It's disgusting. Andy who hurt you? Is this about your ex wife? Get help. And don't get me wrong, LND resents Christine to. It's such an obvious "She should have chosen Erik" fan-fic, even so Erik is absolutely reprehensible in this. Like, holy shit he is the worst he's ever been and at one point he even threatens to kill Christine's child. Um...bro? Didn't you let her go? Didn't you give her your blessing? Why are you still acting like this????? HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING? What happened to your redemption arc???? HELLOOO??? And then there's Raoul who....isn't even Raoul. Idk what this character is but that's not our boy. This guy, Douchenozzel Drunkerson, who wandered in and replaced Raoul is an abusive drunk with a gambling problem. He hates his wife and his kid because...he is drunk. Idk if he suspects the kid isn't his, it's not really stated anywhere that he does but he's consistently mean to both Gustave (I hate this little twerp too tbh) and Christine (Who has no personality out side of "pretty voice." and I'm getting kind of tired of her too tbh.) Why is all of this? For what? To punish Christine for not choosing Erik? Idk, I have a very strong suspicion that ALW actually hates women because he cannot seem to write them 90% of the time without making them suffer or having them be nothing more than props or at worst, targets, for the male lead.

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❝feeling unreciprocated❞ chapter 2 | jungkook x reader (edited version 2025)

summary: Heartbreak was never a plan, but now it's the essence of her existence. Sleeping with one guy seemed like a way to escape the hurt—but sleeping with another, then another, only made things worse. Especially with her handsome crush right behind the wall, watching her spiral and just as confused as she is about her messy ways of coping with a broken heart. As she struggles to move on, the deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes: the only person who truly understands her may be the one she’s been avoiding all along.

🩷 SERIES MASTERLIST

you've read chapter 1/you're reading chapter 2/you probably want to read chapter 3

"No, no, no, Jungkook. You don't understand." I threw my hands up, nearly losing my balance in the process.

The sidewalk blurred slightly beneath my feet, swaying like a boat on low tide. My center of gravity tilted dangerously. At least I didn't suffer from any seasickness.

A boat. And seasickness. You get it? I giggled to myself, my voice running through my head, thoughts not making any sense. However bad my state was, my inebriated brain insisted I was perfectly fine—graceful with my moves, even.

In reality, I just stumbled over a protruding paving stone that magically showed up.

Jungkook reached out instinctively as if to steady me, but I regained my footing just in time. He’s laughing—lighthearted, amused, and clearly much less drunk than I was, leading us towards residence hall.

“I don’t?” he provoked me, taking another sip from his plastic cup, his lips curling into a barely-there smile.

“Do you know how hard it is to balance the life of a student and be a full-time nanny for my roommate?” I demanded, leaning in as if I’m about to tell him the greatest tragedy of our time. "It's like running a daycare without proper qualifications."

“I imagine that's... not ideal,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.

“Not ideal?" I scoffed. "Way worse. And guess what?” I paused for dramatic effect. “They don’t even pay minimum wage. In fact, they don’t pay at all.” I hiccuped loudly before I could cover my mouth with my hand.

Jungkook hummed thoughtfully. “I’d be pretty surprised if they did. It’s not like you were hired, were you?”

“Exactly!” I threw my hands up again. “Living with her is a nightmare.” I paused, my brain struggling to form a coherent thought. “She can be likable, sometimes, but still she thinks she can push me around like some sack of potatoes.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yeah.” My brows furrowed in deep concentration. “Actually, I’ve just realized something really important.”

“What’s that?”

I grabbed his arm suddenly, squeezing it like I’ve just made the most groundbreaking discovery of my life.

“Jungkook.” I looked him dead in the eye, voice low, serious.

“I live in hell.”

He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head.

"Do you even believe me? I know we've just met, and you have no obligation to trust me, but if I'm being honest, it feels like I was tossed from the very top of the stairs, straight into heaven, only to fall and roll all the way down into hell."

“I can tell. I see the similarities.”

I nodded solemnly, as if he’s just confirmed my worst fears. “Exactly. She has her own sidekicks, Jungkook. She gossips with them every single Saturday, and she’s freakishly good with insults. She’s always telling me to put on makeup. Like—” I squeezed my own cheeks, leaning closer. “What’s wrong with my face?”

Jungkook studied me for half a second before saying, casually, “Nothing’s wrong. It’s a normal, pretty face.”

I blinked. “Duh.” I waved my hand dismissively, completely missing the compliment. “Tell her that.”

Jungkook smirked, shaking his head. “You still didn’t tell me your name, by the way. I’ve asked you, like, three times already.”

“Oh, really?” I tilted my head, genuinely surprised. “That makes four times now.” I stuck out a hand as if we’re making a business deal. “I’m Y/N.”

“Good to know.” He accepted the shake, his hand nice and warm. “We’ve been walking around for an hour now, you know. The party is almost over.”

“Huh. Seriously?” I glanced around, as if noticing our surroundings for the first time. “Then how am I still drunk?”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook mused. “You’re a hard case.”

I snorted at that. "Definitely not. I'm the most simple person on this planet. Like ever." I glanced at the rests of the drink in his hand. "Are you going to finish that?"

"Only if you're planning to mooch off me," he teased, pulling the plastic cup further away. "I don’t want to play the mom here, but I think you’ve had enough."

"True," I muttered, no longer insisting on continuing the conversation. The weight of my frustrations was starting to settle over me again, and I couldn't help but groan. "God, I don't want to go back there," I complained softly to myself, feeling the thought of my dorm and everything it represented pressing down on me like a heavy weight.

Jungkook, who had been walking beside me with that same unbothered demeanor, suddenly spoke up. "I have a spare room," he said, his voice casual as he glanced over at me. "Maybe not right at this moment... I set up an office there a few months ago, but still. I mean, you could move in if things don’t get any better."

The words hung in the air for a moment, as if they were so simple, so nonchalant, that they almost didn’t register. "What?" I blurted, unable to process the offer right away. He must’ve been joking. This was just him trying to lighten the mood, right?

But when I looked at him again, his expression was entirely serious. The offer felt almost absurd, like something you’d casually suggest when you were in the middle of a throwaway conversation—like offering to lend someone a pen or letting them borrow a book. But this wasn’t just a simple offer.

For a moment, I wondered if the alcohol was clouding my ability to properly interpret what was happening. Was I hearing this correctly? Had he really just suggested that I could move in? The absurdity of it almost made me laugh, but there was something about the calm way he said it that made me hesitate. He wasn’t teasing me. There wasn’t a hidden agenda or a joking tone beneath his words. He was being completely... earnest.

I swallowed, trying to find the right words. “Wait, hold on,” I said slowly, my head spinning just a bit more now. “You’re offering me a room? To... move in? Seriously?”

Jungkook shrugged, his hands tucked casually into his jacket pockets. "Yeah, why not? It’s just a room. Not like it’s doing anything in my office space. If you’re serious about getting out of that place, I could make it work. No pressure."

I squinted up at him. “Swear? You’re not lying?”

Jungkook smirked. “Would I lie to someone who almost puked on me?”

I paused. “I did not—”

“You definitely almost did,” Jungkook interrupted, his tone playful, yet with just enough edge to make me second-guess the reality of the situation.

I tilted my head back, letting out a soft laugh of resignation. "Yeah, definitely, came close" I agreed, nodding as if to acknowledge the undeniable truth of the moment. "Thanks for reminding me that. I almost forgot. Good to know I'll be probably too drunk to remember anything tomorrow morning."

"Why are you so sure?"

I gave him a half-hearted shrug. "I've never been this wasted before. That's why. I'm still processing how I manage to stand straight."

"Yeah, you're doing great" his laugh ringed in my ears like little bells. "Come on, I'll walk you back. Where are you living?"

"That's very thoughtful of you, Jeon Jungkook." I patted him lightly. "It's not that far from here, the second building over there." I pointed with my finger as we were getting closer to my dorm.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm not that drunk not to recognize where I live." I brushed his comment with a laugh, but soon my voice became completely serious. "You know what, Jungkook? I think we would actually make pretty good roommates. And, you'll probably ask why, right?" I sent him a knowing look.

"What?" He didn't grasp the idea. "I'm listening."

"You were supposed to ask why" I whispered, rushing him with gesticulation of my hands.

"Oh, right. Sorry." He cleared his throat. "Why?"

"Well, Jungkook, that's pretty obvious. Strange you're even asking that." I huffed, my speech slurred. "But, I'll spare you this time." I decided mercifully continuing my rambling. "The answer is easy-you are nice, and I am nice. We're both nice!"

"Is that your only requirement when you're looking in a roommate? To be just nice?"

I nodded slowly, a lazy smile showing on my face. "Yeah. What else do we need, right?"

"Can't argue with that."

I saw him smiling at my state, but it didn't make me uncomfortable. "How do we make this official? Where do I sign? I'll do anything, even a blood pact."

"You know people tend to exaggerate when they're drunk".

"Yeah, I heard that, but not me" I stated firmly.

"Alright then, I will just send you a form to sign if you decide." He pulled his phone, asked for my number and soon I got the message with a link. "Just text me this, or next week. No pressure."

"Oh, really? And that's all? How cool" I stuck my gaze into the screen of my phone. "It's like doing some kind of shady business."

"How's that supposed to be shady?"

"I don't know, we look like criminals making deals while drunk in the middle of the night! That's dope" I grinned, the words slipping out of my mouth faster than intended due to bubbling excitement.

No later than a few minutes, the surrounding felt more familiar. You recognized the black, almost gothic gate which led straight to the student dormitory complex.

"That's me." I said when we arrived at my place. "Thanks, Jungkook. Get home safe" I waved at him, but my attention was quickly moved towards my smell.

"Shit, I need a shower," I muttered to myself as I turned back to the door, wrinkling my nose in disgust. "I reek."

"Just don't slip."

I ignored his remark, a wince crossed my face as the stale smell of alcohol and sweat hit me. I inhaled deeply, grimacing at the scent of my t-shirt, which felt like it had absorbed every mistake I’d made that night. It was probably a good idea to get inside, wash off, and pretend I was a functioning human being again.

But, of course, that would require me to actually focus and get through the door without tripping over my own feet, and wait for the alcohol to somehow vaporize from my body.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and gave one last glance over my shoulder. "Thanks again," I added, my voice trailing off, more to myself than to him. He gave me a quick smile, and I waved again, though I wasn’t entirely sure if he saw it this time.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, more to my own drunken self than anything else, before I finally pushed open the heavy door with a little too much force, the sound echoing through the night air. "Bye, Jungkook."

As I made my way up the stairs, one hand gripping the railing for dear life, I fumbled with my phone. The screen blinked to life, the bright light making me squeeze my eyes. With my vision swam, my fingers slipping across the screen and my mind insisting, I filled up all the boxes.

And the most important, when I reached my door, I signed it off in the most drunken way possible—my full name sprawled across the screen in a chaotic, illegible scrawl.

[04:07] Thank you. Your form has been sent. Please, wait for the acceptance.

Ha! Easy! I laughed, shaking my head again.

At that time everything seemed to be ridiculously fun.

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feeling unreciprocated, version 2025 - 05.04.2025