#hooo boy that got long

[daydreaming-nerd]

OMG I need pregnant reader x bat boys

That first one was so good thank you for that!! 🩷🩷

Pregnant Reader x Bat Boys (drabble)

This is part 2 to You Want A Baby?

AN: Ahh this was so highly requested I'm sorry it took so long. Also i've never really done a drabble and this is defiantly too long but I wanted to feed y'all as best I could.

Warnings: Pregnancy (duh), child birth, talks of sex?, not proof read (sry after writing Young Love Old Money 5 last night my hands hurt)

Of course your mates got you pregnant on the first try. They were the three most powerful males in the Night Court.

The day you found out was like any other, you were quietly reading while Cassian and Azriel were in Windhaven and Rhys was busy doing paperwork.

The sickness had been building all day and at finally come to it's precipice.

After about an hour of throwing up you went to see Madja who confirmed you were indeed pregnant.

You wanted to run home and tell Rhys right away but it didn't seem fair to your other two mates

So you warded yourself to keep your scent hidden and waited till Azriel and Cassian got home.

You sat on the edge of the bed the waiting for the boys to come to bed, clad in nothing but my black silk nightgown (this one was a present from Rhys)

The boys stalked in and the picture of me sitting innocently on our shared bed had them taking their shirts off.

It wasn't uncommon for you all to release built up tension after a long hard day, especially when the boys had to deal with Devlon.

"Wait there's something I wanna show you first," you smile standing up.

"Something you want to show us?" Rhys laughed knowing that when it came to the bedroom it was often the other way around.

You couldn't keep from smirking as you let the ward around me drop, my scent filling the room.

They inhaled long and slow before their eyes snapped open.

"You're?" Azriel asked.

"Pregnant," you smile watching as a million emotions float across their faces.

A beat of silence passes and then...

"WOOO HOOO!" Cassian roared. "We did it brothers!" he boasted clapping each of them on the back.

All of them came over to me to give me sniff, as if your new scent was addicting. You had to crane your neck up to meet all their happy faces.

"How far along are you?" Rhys asked caressing my face.

"Not very, only 6 weeks," you. smile feeling their warm hands roam my body.

"Well you certainly smell good," Azriel smiles burying his nose in my hair.

"Really?" you ask.

"YES," they all said in unison.

Cassian's hands find the hem of the night gown and start to lift it up peering underneath curiously.

"Cassain if you even think about putting your dick anywhere near her right now I will fucking kill you," Rhys growls.

"I'm not I'm trying to see if she's showing yet," Cassian said, eyes squinting.

"Cass it's too early for her to be showing," Azriel laughed at his brothers antics.

"Well she defiantly is, take a look." Cassian smiled pulling me flush to him and lifting my nightgown more so his brothers could see.

Rhys and Azriel squinted their eyes, clearly trying to see what wasn't there as Cass slid a hand over my belly.

"Cassian darling I think that's just my dinner," you laugh.

"speaking of dinner did you eat enough?" Rhys asked.

and so it began.

Ever since the boys had found out all chaos had erupted.

At first they wanted you to stay in the townhouse at all times. Literally locking you up and throwing away the key

That idea took you a long time to talk them out of but eventually you did.

Then came Rhys arguing that you needed at least 5 wards. Which Cassian and Azriel objected to as they wanted full access to you AND the baby.

Evetually you all settled on one ward. Strong enough to keep threats at bay, but weak enough so Cass and Az could touch you and your bump whenever they liked.

Speaking of bump, Cassian was determined to do a bump update everyday.

The man was DYING to see you with a bump.

"You think the baby will have wings?" you asked innocently while we all laid in bed.

Every night it was a fight for who got to sleep next to you as you unfortunately had an odd number of mates.

"Of course it'll have wings, look at it's fathers," Azriel smirked rubbing a hand over your belly.

"I don't know I wasn't in my Illyrian form when it was conceived," Rhysand states, his words reverberation through me from where my head was perched on his chest.

"Pfft please, I already told you it's mine," Cassian boasted from behind Rhys, clearly being an instigator since he wasn't getting to sleep next to me tonight.

"Cassian," Azriel warns.

"I know , I know. We don't care who got her knocked up just so long as she IS knocked up," Cassian smirks.

"Okay but what if the baby doesn't have wings?" I ask once more.

"Then we'll fuck another one into you until you have one that does," Rhys smiled pressing a kiss to my brow

"Oh we're putting another one in her either way. I want a whole litter of children." Cassian divuldged.

"You want that princess?" Azriel asked rubbing lazy circles over my barley there bump.

"Yeah I think I do." I smile.

The boys were territorial when you were barley showing, but the second the numerous dresses Rhys bought you couldn't cover the bump that's when things got scary.

The shadows. The fucking shadows

They were fucking everywhere.

Azriel had been freaking out ever since your guys walk the other day.

You had been taking in the fresh air of spring when a unknowing passerby slammed into you nearly knocking you over.

"WATCH IT!" Azriel screamed in his face his grip on the mans shirt like a vice.

The poor shopkeeper just about wet himself before running off.

"Now was that really necessary?" you asked, crumbs falling out of your mouth from the 3rd chocolate croissant you had eaten that day.

"He nearly knocked down my pregnant mate, he's lucky I let him off with a warning," Azriel murmured clearly still pissed.

"You Illyrian babies," I roll my eyes finsishing off the croissant.

Azriel just sighed and dug his hand into the paper sack to pull out my 4th pastry.

Ever since then his shadows seemed to follow you everywhere.

If you dropped something? The shadows would pick it up.

If you had troubles walking? there was always a dark mass helping you to the bathroom for the 10th time that day.

Every time the baby kicked? The shadows swirled around you to make sure you were okay.

And boy did that baby kick...

Cassian was the first to feel it.

It was a rainy night at home, Cassian was sleeping next to your belly whispering sweet nothings to it when it happened. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and you nearly did too from the pain.

"Ahh!" you hissed in pain.

"Darling what is it? Are you hurt?" Rhys fussed, leaving his desk to be there in an instant.

"What did you do?" Azriel growled at Cassian who was still staring wide eyed at your bump.

"I'm fine he didn't do anything. The baby is just kicking." I grit out feeling another thump.

I blindly reach out and grab one of my mates hands and press it to my stomach.

I watched as the scarred hand flinched at the kick.

"Oh my god I can feel it," Azriel beamed, his eyes glassing over.

"Move I want to feel," Rhys ordered

Azriel was too hypotized to care.

"I am your High Lord, move" Rhys ordered once more and I swear the room shook.

"I'm getting kinda tired of that phrase too aren't you Cass?" Azriel rolled his eyes.

"Yeah she's our mate too," cassian grumbled.

They spent the night taking turns getting to feel the baby which became a nightly occurrence.

Out of all your mates Rhys was the most doting. He had an entire wing built onto the townhouse for the baby.

He even used his magic to enchant the ceiling of the nursery to look like the night sky so it would be starfall in there every night.

Rhys didn't like to admit it, but he loved baby shopping with you.

"Oh Rhys look at this one can we get it?" you smile holding up a little onesie.

"Yes darling of course," he chuckled in amusement, he had probably heard that phrase a million times.

Your eyes scanned the shop of onesies and cribs, you already nearly everything in the store. But the shop owner always made sure to let you know when there was a new shipment as she knew Rhys would buy his pregnant mate just about anything she asked for.

"Oh my god Rhys please the baby is going to need this," I shout holding up the bat plushy. "Please, please, please, pleaseeeee"

Rhys laughs walking over to me to take my hands in his.

"Darling how many times do I have to tell you? You can have whatever you want." he smiles placing a hand on my bump and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Fae labor was no joke, there wasn't a single aspect that didn't hurt like hell.

Rhys didn't send Cassian or Azriel away on any missions in the weeks leading up to your due date so they could be there.

Your water broke when you were standing in the kitchen reaching for a glass on the top shelf.

The scream you let out is enough to have Cassian running in from the other room.

"What is it princess? Are you okay?" He asked kneeling down to where I sat on the floor.

"The baby is coming," I winced through the pain, taking Cassian's hand in mine and squeezing with all my might.

That was the good thing about having big, strong Illyrian's as mates. They were fucking durable.

"oh shit," Cassain murmered his eyes searching for some kind of answer of what to do. "RHYS! AZRIEL! THE BABY IS COMING!"

My other two mates winnowed there are lighting speed from where ever they were in the house.

It wasn't long until Rhys had me in his arms winnowing us all to Madja.

"Help her please," he pleaded, my cries of pain clearly affecting him.

Madja had Rhys bring me into the birthing suite and lay me down. I could see the worry on all my mates eyes as they watched me write in pain, sweat grazing my brow.

"How can we help?" Azriel pleaded.

"You can't, you must leave us to work," she said referring to the other healers already pressing cold towels to my face.

"Over my dead body do I leave her side right now," Cassian grumbled.

"Do you want her to die? You'll only be in the way general. Use your head." she argued ushering them out and locking the doors.

The hours in between the closing of the doors and finally giving birth were brutal, not only for yo but for your mates.

They sat outside the door and listened to your screams the entire time.

Azriel nearly ripped his hair out from the sounds of them.

They nearly jumped to their feet at the sound of a baby crying from inside.

But then they heard you a screaming again.

Any happiness died out.

After a few minutes they heard the baby crying again and your screams stopped.

15 minutes later Madja came out holding not one but two small bundles in her arms.

"congratulations, you are the proud fathers of two healthy baby boys," she beamed.

Twins

Rhys and Cassian took the twin boys in their arms, as Azriel was too scared to touch them at first.

"They have wings," Cassian beamed running his hand over the tiny wings.

"Is she?" Rhys asked Madja.

"The mother is perfectly healthy. She needs to nurse the babies, but she insisted that I bring them to you first." Madja smiled.

"can we see her?" Azriel asked.

"Of course you can," Madja said.

The boys carried the twin babies in to see you once more.

You reached out your hands for the one in Rhys arms, the oldest, by a few minutes. He gave him to you and thankfully he latched right away.

"You did so well mate," Azriel said placing a kiss on your forehead.

"How did you boys manage to put twins in me on the first try?" You rasped out, voice still horse.

"If you recall it was no small feat," Cassain smiled.

After feeding them both you slept soundly.

While Cassain and Rhys might've been the first to hold your sons, Azriel was the first one to fall asleep with them. One in each arm.

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[ghost-bxrd]

Been mulling over Titans Tower and it's really interesting to me how it's treated in Fanon as compared to how the events transpired in canon. it's a really fun topic! Honestly, the original writing in canon is DOGSHITE but not for the usual reasons people cite.

Here's what does make sense in canon but is largely ignored (this is using canon characterisations at the time): First, it's all about the whole Titans team, not just Tim. They really downplay his death a lot, did not put up his statue or honour him whatsoever. Plus the hero community tends to victim-blame him a fuckton. Jason is showing that his death could've happened to anyone. Second, Tim and Jason are just two yearish apart—Jay died at 15, Tim becomes Robin at 13—so those Titans are more like his colleagues than anything else; he's not some older guy beating the shit outta them. Third, Tim’s indifference to Jason's comments and his cockiness about being a better Robin are pretty on-brand for his early portrayal as Robin. (I think fanon Tim derives a lot of his characteristics from his Red Robin run, which is valid as well! But here in particular we have Robin Tim... who... was... uh... a bit of an asshole when he was written back then and the HUBRIS on that man? Immaculate.)

What still makes this absolutely dog shit is the dialogue and how Jason is pouring his heart out to someone who he doesn't really care about. Jason... just doesn't operate this way... Why's he trauma dumping on... tim... ???? It makes no sense whatsoever because Jason really is someone who'd keep those vulnerabilities to himself. Why would he open up to... CANON TIM??? He makes scathing remarks when faced with Bruce and Dick because he knows the knife twists then and at he cares about their reaction. But not tim ????? Canon UTRH doesn't even mention Tim ????? ???? So in the end it's still shit imo.

I also find the use of Pit Madness in fanon super interesting, despite it not being canon. It's used to propel the Titan's Tower incident, which fascinates me because it shows how people are willing to work around its flaws to maintain consistent characterization in their works (which is !!! cool !!)

It's so interesting how many other incidents that do occur in canon aren't as well known as this one aren't given much thought. But this one is and it's interesting how people try to work with it regardless of it's flaws originally!

I'd really love to hear your opinions about it and how flexible you are with the Titans tower incident! :) How do you work with your Jason and your Tim? because it's cool to hear your analysis etc etc

Hooo boi okay i was planning on replying to this earlier but this deserves a proper, thought out response (which I’m shite at but I’m trying here. Words are hard.)

For one, I wholeheartedly agree with the whole trauma dumping thing.

Obviously we all have different tastes in media and I know there are quite a few people who enjoyed the confrontation with Tim, which is totally fine, but personally… yeah, not my thing.

I got into the Batman/batfam fandom via fanfic, so my first introduction was some version of Titans Tower I believe. I was super intrigued by the characters and the tidbits of lore sprinkled throughout that I immediately began reading up on them and digging through the internet for more info and background story on them. Which then quickly evolved into the part where my adoration for Jason’s character began and a short phase where I absolutely despised early canon Tim.

Like— all the victim blaming. He seriously couldn’t mention Jason without adding something derogatory about getting himself killed, which sat so, so wrong with me. Not to mention the Titans just accepting a new Robin right off the bat and joining in blaming Jason for his own death. I’m pretty sure that was the point where I swore off comics for a long while and decided to live off fanon 🤣

And then Jason’s part in the Titans Tower incident. I think part of how weird the canon event was is due in part to how the writers fumbled to depict trauma? Or maybe they just outright hated him because I know a lot of people back then despised Jason and his run as Robin.

Whatever the reason, I think I genuinely cringed when he revealed the Walmart Robin costume he was wearing. And then the trauma dumping.

Jason is smart enough to know Tim wouldn’t care about his grievances. I mean- dude just broke into his hideout to attack him, I think Tim’s about as done with Jason as with any other criminals, regardless of his past. And all that is proven by Tim fighting back tooth and nail without pause. He doesn’t even react to the accusation of the missing statue in Jason’s honor. Like, he genuinely doesn’t seem to care. And why would he? They don’t know each other.

And yeah maybe he was trying to beat some sense into Tim (which is still wrong but— vigilantes I guess? Idk) and make him quit Robin, but Jason’s also smart enough to know that Robins don’t quit easily. And then, as soon as Tim is down for the count and can’t keep fighting, Jason leaves. Just like that. No actual murder attempt, no kicking-while-he’s-down (at least as far as I remember).

It makes no sense. What would Jason be gaining from that encounter? Why would he blame the kid that replaced him and not the guy that did the replacing? Hell, it would make more sense for him to go after the Titans than Tim. Not the mention him casually doubting Tim’s talents when he must have done some background checks on him.

It’s why I like the idea of Pit Madness I guess, and that Jason actually went to the tower with the intent to kill. Because that way the entire thing wouldn’t seem so… pointless.

As for how flexible I am with the Titans Tower storyline, it really depends on the route people choose to explore. But I’m a huge sucker for the “Jason was Tim’s Robin” trope where there’s at least a mild amount of hero worship going on. 👁️ Oh, and happy endings. I can’t deal with tragedies.

But yeah these are my thoughts on it. Obviously no hate to whoever enjoyed the comic mentioned above 💚 we’ve all got different things we resonate with after all~

[bibluebutterfly]

It is truthfully so impressive to watch how we've watched Stolas grow as a seemingly asshole character to a genuine person who truly does want the best for the person we love. (HEADS UP: This is LONG)

Now, and we're only going to lightly touch on this because the Pilot isn't cannon, but it still contributed to the public opinion on Stolas. In other words, he was borderline predatory in a way that made EVERYONE uncomfortable. (It makes sense though since he was innitially supposed to be the villain. Which thank goodness that was changed because we already see enough bisexual predators in media as it is. Yes, I'm headcannoning that Pilot Stolas was bi.)

Then we get official episode 1. Stolas is... not much better. Although to his credit, he's not as bad or as creepish. The unfair power dynamic is very there, and he definitely talks down to Blitz, but at least he waits until Blitz agrees before getting to the pilot level of sexual.

And then we kind of just keep this up until episode 7. Stolas is VERY sexual and VERY horny with Blitz, and you either like it or you don't. It was consensual, nobody forced anything, and even Blitz says that he doesn't fuss about banging Stolas, but that power imbalance is very much there.

Stolas is calling him by pet names like "my little imp" and is baby talking him, which really comes off like his fetish is sleeping with the lower class. Again, you either like Stolas at this point or you don't.

HOWEVER, despite all his baby talk and just generally inappropriate behavior, we are shown very early on that Stolas has a loving side, mainly in the form of his daughter. "You Will Be Okay" was the thing that got most people from hating him to actually liking him. It was the thing that separated him from just being a horny owl.

Then Ozzies. Hooo boy. This is where we finally get to see Stolas apart from Blitz's POV and as it turns out... he's kind of a pathetic dork more than anything else. We see him go very low. Like the man is alone in his big house eating cereal for breakfast in his bathrobe and watching telenovelas. It's hard to go lower than that. More importantly, it's a stark contrast from how we saw him just one episode ago.

Not just that, but when he's asked out on the date he is genuinely so excited and awkward that you just can't help but feel bad for the guy.

And then we have Hells healthiest couple have their dick moment which leads to Stolas covering his face, validating every and anything Blitz had feared, which lead to him calling out Stolas which leads to them both crying at home.

AND THEN WE GET THE THING THAT MAKES EVERYONE EITHER LOVE STOLAS OR THINK THAT HE'S RUINED.... THE CIRCUS.

Yeah, so it turns out the arranged marriage theory was true, and that Stella has been verbally abusive for who knows how long. But the real kicker is how much it explains Stolas's behavior from season 1. As it turns out, Blitz coming on so strong that night resulted in Stolas trying (badly) to copy that energy. And it turns out that when Blitz told him to stop that first night, he still ended up tying Stolas up and banging him. So... understandable. It turns out that Stolas never wanted to be malicious with his intentions, but genuinely thought that the arrangement was something that they both wanted.

But at the same time, he realizes that misunderstanding or no, a part of him did recognize that Blitz wasn't as happy as he was, and that he can't gaslight himself into thinking otherwise anymore.

Now the big thing about season 2 we all need to talk about, is how hard and fast it took Stolas off the regal and powerful pedestal that I think we all subconsciously put him on. Whatever mystery and darkness that surrounded him in season 1 went completely out the window in season 2. But personally I believe that this fits as season 1 was mostly told from Blitz's POV while season 2 takes place in Stolas's when he's there.

Stolas does not see himself as something regal and powerful. Stolas, as it turns out, is a romantic as well as a MASSIVE dork. Like he's disney princess levels of dorkiness. The man even gets his own slapstick moment for crying out loud.

But aside from that, he's highly intelligent and a genuinely good person who will put others before him if he can recognize the benefit.

Also, while we're on the topic, I don't think that Stolas is as powerful as we or Blitz were led to believe. Like yes, he's got immense power to those who have none.

But at the same time, put him next to Asmodeus, and this demon who seemed so strong before is actually tiny in comparison. Especially when noted that Ozzie was still holding back in this scene.

Now we have the "Look My Way" MV. By now, any dark mystery is gone, we know who Stolas is, but what we didn't expect to see was how blatantly Stolas realized his mistakes and took responsibility. This whole season we saw him be sad over his relationship with Blitz, but we never expected him to realize just how badly he messed up.

But he did. And it was glorious. And again, we realize how much he truly cares for Blitz, this isn't just him saying "I care about him" then doing nothing. This is him realizing he cares about Blitz, and wanting to do something to make it right. Even if that means Blitz will never want to see him again.

Anyway. If you made it this far, I'm impressed. As I've said before, I'm proud of the owl boy and how far he's come as a character. Tell me if you think I missed anything.

[absoluteocellibehavior]

looked thru your blog to try n remember what I said in that ask and came across someone saying PARKER AS THE DEATH CARD ,!?!!??!!?! FUCK that’s too good I’m gonna have to make THREE MORE NOW

I KNEW THAT ASK IS WHAT YOU WERE REFERRING TO!! Gosh that was so long ago but I was holding out hope nonetheless (especially for Noel and Dennis *coughs*). OH HOOO BOY! I'm raring to go now! Also, YES! Parker as Death is just PERFECT! I'm totally not 100% biased at all with Death being one of my favorite cards. It really is that "transitionary period" that can be good, bad, neither, or both that fits well with Parker. I mean, his death is what kicked off everything we have going on with Arthur. There are both good and bad aspects that Arthur has gotten out of it. But the most important thing is that that moment was a change for Arthur. His life was never ever going to be the same from that point forward. Parker in general throughout his time in Arthur's life represents change too. He's the one that got Arthur back on his feet. Got him a job. Got him to somewhat like himself again. He too helped Arthur through a change out of "bedrock" to a place of stability. And then that stability was ripped out from underneath him, and he had to adjust again. Augh! Can't you tell I missed this? And now I get more! Literally chompin at the bit rn!

[dopeyoakeynut]

Hooo boy it's done ! After several days of working on it on/off! I had a dream the other night about Deacon, an OC I made from @niuniente's comic Death Head's Deal, interacting with some new recruit.

The dream was a little different from this comic, but was great inspiration. After struggling for so long trying to figure out exactly what Deacon was like, it really got him to open up and show me a bit more of himself!

My dream was from Deacon's perspective, and there was some kind of big Death Head's work party event happening. That's when Deacon noticed Fredrick (he prefers to go by Freddie or Ricky) the new recruit was acting off from his previous bravado and decided to take him aside to chat. Turns out Ricky had unintentionally killed someone when a job got a little out of hand and wasn't dealing very well with the weight of taking someone's life. Deacon offered some good words of advice to him, and helped ease the young man's conscious, if only a little.

But. . .my dream also left me with a lot of questions. Like how Deacon and Ricky's masks don't seem to fit into any of the current Lywood districts mask patterns. Could they come from a Death Head organization OUTSIDE of Lywood? And I still don't know what's up with the ring Deacon wears on the chain around his neck. Hopefully he opens up and tells me more, (or I can get Ricky to spill the beans for me nyehehe) but until then *shrug*

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

hooo boy, i watched miraculous when five or six episodes of first season aired (i was aware of it when it was only two)! it was really cool to see magical girl superhero in Paris, who has a (semi-related) crush to his classmate, who's also a superhero and partner to her superhero persona - who said crush HAS A CRUSH ON SUPERHERO SELF! i remember when theories flew on identity of Hawkmoth and who could possibly be (wiki was also ambiguous on that, based on the factor of the same va, which - i mean, one va can do multiple voices, that was earlier practise for budgeting reasons)! it was nice to see heroes thru everyday lives (well, how much normal is up to debate), everyday strugles, akuma of the episodes, ways how the main heroine solves it, and (some debatable) lessons of the day - girl magical show, y'all! (even tho it was called Tales of Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir)

and then the lore at the end got complicated at the end of seasons! and we got a little more of lore building, and different vibes and dynamics according to that! we got more lore on some episodes, but still not rocking the main status quo story of the season!

and then S4 and S5 happened.

to me, the problem was there undefined, until, in your previous posts, you put the name on it: the writers are incapable of juggling and merging stand-alone episodes and overarching story. they started with stand-alones, but saw that the continuous plot had more success with older audiences (c'mon, scrambled episodes were partialy their tactic, whether the actual s1 scrambling was their intention or truly an accident of tv broadcasts).

and since most of the audience are online, they think that providing additional and vague explanations and lore can - let's be frank, cover their asses. (which, hello, one show with overarching plot did almost the same with their actual lore, and only the hardcores picked up on it - bad idea if you want to make deeper sense to the story)

they tried marrying the storytelling formulas (stand-alones and overarched) in S2 and S3, but it wasn't noticeable, remarkable, and didn't raise the fandom's ire too much - still not rocking the actual important boat, which is offline view on the actual show (kids stand-alone, just turn your brain off and enjoy!) (which, in fairness, Thomas worked on Totally Spies, and that show had some success). it was egregious when it became obvious and contradicting (bc tying all the episodes's lore details is REALLY the true detective work), WHILE STILL WORKING WITH STAND-ALONE FORMULA! (some speculation on my part: some leaks didn't help with the writing process; different writers for different episodes (good idea for brainstorming, bad idea for the core characterisation and story); and... well, they certainly aren't good, or at all, detectives, or long-time planners - i mean, you plan several seasons, but not the finer details? the devils are in them, not in investors whims and wishes in order to get money).

but the desperate hope, masochistic curiosity and the endless possibilities of lore and story are already deep in our brains and hearts that we have to see thru the actual chaotic dumpster mess of the show and how it ends - some love it, some hate the ride, some cope with fanfics, some with rants, and some left the train and are somewhere else. the rest who remain... well hello there! make sure you get enough rests, snacks, beverages of your choice and some meditations (any kind) to witness all!

anyway, that's my pov.

The writers apparently always wanted to tell a more complex story, they just couldn't early on because they'd sold the show as not having one:

So Sebastien sold the Miraculous series to broadcasters as a formula show. A person gets angry, is akumatized, then marinette transforms into Ladybug then frees the person from the akumatization and… The End. It's also for this reason that Marinette tries to confess her love for Adrien in every episode, but is unable to do so. But he tried to go against what he had planned with TF1, by slipping little extra stories into certain episodes. Audiences were receptive to these slightly hidden stories. The TV channel even asked Sébastien if there really were hidden things in the series, but he denied everything. Thanks to the positive reception from the public, TF1 agreed to develop the characters of Marinette and Adrien and flesh out the universe a little more.

My tin foil hat theory is that this conflict is at the heart of Miraculous' problems. The writers keep trying to make the show they want to make instead of the show they can make within the limits set by the higher ups and so you end up with the worst of both worlds. A show that's too serious to just turn off your brain and have fun with, but a show that's also too underdeveloped to tell a serialized story well. (Supporting evidence for this theory: the script for Chat Blanc getting rejected for being "too dark" leading it to be in season three instead of season two.)

I get the frustration of being held back from telling the story you want to tell, I really do, but I'm of the opinion that you should tell the best story you can within the limits you set instead of trying and failing to tell the darker grittier story that you really want to tell, but can't because no one will pay for it.

Context for that last bit;

So Sébastien started working with Thomas Astruc (the man who wrote and created the "Ladybug" project). At first, he didn't want to work on this project because he found it complicated. Thomas wanted to make a series for adults, but at the time, it was very complicated to make a cartoon for adults. What's more, they didn't have enough money to take on such a project. Sébastien finally agreed, but there were some changes to be made, which Thomas accepted.

(Note this is from the same interview linked above.)

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Thirteen. "As An Idiot Sees It."

Hooo boy! So! An update after less than two months! Now that is more fucking like it! I hope you all love this. See this year I wanna focus more on my long fics and my original writing, expect some more of this, more frequently. I got some very sweet comments and messages about this fic and it gave me a good kick in the ass, so here it is. After the way the last chapter ended, I couldn't stay away for long. Series Masterlist found here. Now let's go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.9K. Charles Lee Ray/Tiffany Ray Valentine/FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings. Confessions Of Feelings. Pain Play. Cigarette Burns. Coming Clean (In Some Regards.) Drinking. Blood. Gore. Murder. Intense Violence. Stabbing.

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The words left you with a startling ease, as if completely natural, expected, as if you had uttered them a million times to him, instead of them being the first time you said them to anyone period. 

You are looking into his eyes, and you witness the change, your words wash over him and his eyebrows raise a fraction, he asks quietly, “What?”  

His tone is as if it is fabricated from pure disbelief, yet he wears a half smile, and you confirm it, warmth personified as you realize that you don’t regret it at all even if you hadn’t planned on saying it. Now it was out there, and you tell him again, reverent and sure, “I said I love you.” 

Again the expression changes, eyes intense once more, a reminder of the look he had that first night at the club, or when he wants you, when he craves your body, when he's hungry. He leans in, his hands find your wrists, he grips, tugs and pulls them up and with him leading you let him change your position, you fall on your back, head to the pillow and him on top of you, his hips slotted between your legs. He squeezes your wrists, nails bite in slightly, you realize his cigarette is still between two of his fingers, your mind flicks the thought of how dexterous he is and how easy it would be to burn you again until his hands start moving as does his body, continuous perpetual movement.

Chucky is watching you as his hands roam, wander and touch, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach and sides, careful he doesn't burn you again. He reaches your hips, and he finally speaks, spoken like a statement of fact he is still in the process of coming to terms with, “You love me.” 

He is leaning down, between your thighs, his fingers circle easily around the shiny pink burn mark he left, “I hurt you and your response is to tell me that you love me?” 

His question isn't unexpected, and from his perspective it makes sense.

“I loved you before you hurt me, this just…I don't know why, but it prompted me to spill my guts.” You laugh nervously as he presses the burn with his thumb, you inhale and then so does he from his cigarette. 

He exhales, smoke curling out over your hips as you continue, “I think I have felt it for a while, but I've never said it before, to uh, anyone. So I think it took a while to really identify the feeling. If it helps, as soon as I knew for sure? It came out.” 

He leans in, his tongue licks over the cigarette burn, before his teeth nip and the new spike of pain affects you deeply, tugs at you from within. It is as if his arms broke through your rib cage and his hands are cradling your heart, fingers and palms flexing as he squeezes the organ and wrings further emotion from you by doing so, the image of the most morbid kind of massage possible unignorable.

You swallow thickly, and tell him again, on a swell of emotion you confess again, “I do. I love you.” 

He smiles at that, the remainder of his smoke is finished, forgotten to the side, and he climbs back on top of you properly. His body covers yours, much skin to skin contact, hip to hip and chest to chest, he kisses you. It steals breath, the taste of lingering smoke, overwhelmed by the turn of the afternoon and of him, when the kiss breaks it has you asking, “And do you?” 

He laughs, “What, love you? Are you asking, do I love you?” 

A minor nod and he kisses you again, deeper, and you want to push him up, make him answer, but fuck kissing him is too good to ever want to stop it early. He doesn’t make you wait long and when that kiss ends, he tells you, in what might be the most honest tone of voice you’ve ever heard from him, “Yeah, of course I do, you idiot.” 

That last word is said as sweetly as any term of endearment could be, said the same way as someone saying baby or darling would, and you love it. You never thought you could love being called a disparaging remark so much and treasure it as if it were a precious gem. Idiot, you were an idiot but not only that you were his idiot, and you could get behind that, you think that you could be very happy being an idiot in love. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent about as close together as can be. You end up making some sandwiches for a late lunch, you eat in bed, share a pretty fantastic nap. When you wake the conversation is light, a drink is shared, the mood is sweet and leaves you feeling delightfully syrupy and by evening you are sending him off, asking him to tell Tiffany you missed her, he told you he would. 

You lean against the door frame and tell his retreating form, because you can, and you want to, you tell him, “I love you.” 

He looks over his shoulder, his eyes meet yours, and he stops, he comes back over with a grin, that confident sort of swagger you know him for, his hands reach out, and they find purchase on your hips, and he kisses you. When he pulls back, he says simply, “Love you too.” 

And then he leaves for real.

There are a myriad of reactions a person can have when they are in love, some people want to hold it close to the chest, protect it like an injured bird, treat it like an aggressively private matter, while others, like you, apparently, want to tell everyone about it. You couldn't do that easily, but the following night at work, you decide to be much more honest than you had been previously. You loved your coworkers, considered them close friends, and why not tell some stuff, revel a tad? 

Once your fantastic shift had come to a close, and you had totally crushed it and made a ridiculous stack of tips, you are sitting at the bar, counting your bills, watching Logan out of the corner of your eye. He is cleaning one of the more delicate specialty cocktail glasses, polishing it when you say far too casually, “So I told my boyfriend that I loved him yesterday.” 

The next sound is of your friend fumbling, muttering, "No, no, no-", followed by glass hitting hardwood and breaking, followed by Logan cursing, “Shit! God-fucking-dammit!”

He hangs his head for a moment, a deep breath in, and then he lifts his chin, hands on his hips and asks, “What the fuck?” 

You smile, coy as can be, asking him in a tone of faux innocence, “What?” 

He steps over shattered glass, rests his elbows on the bar, hands brought up together in a prayer pose, and leans forward, eyes studying you intently for a moment before he asks, “Are you serious?” 

You can't hide it or help the grin that creeps onto your face and that gives him his answer, and his brows raise, eyes wide, back straight and his palms slap the bar, “No fucking way!” 

That gets some extra attention, Jackson, Rachel and Marcy have wrapped up their work and made their way over, almost ready to leave. Jackson asked, “What are you yelling about?” 

“Oh nothing major, I was just in shock, she just casually dropped that she not only has a fucking boyfriend but told him she loves him yesterday.” Logan informed with a gesture to you which caused an overlapping chorus of, “What?!” and “No fucking way!” and further still, “Why didn't you tell me?”

You are surrounded, other stools are yanked off the bar top and set back down right side up, coats and bags dropped, seats are taken, and you know the questions are about to begin. Logan is pulling out a bottle and getting glasses, you are laughing, fully aware this was going to be the reaction. You put away your tips, banded now that they are counted.

Logan is pouring drinks, and the rabble quiets, Marcy starts it with the question, “Who is it?” 

You take the offered drink from Logan giving a quick, “Thank you, so-” and he cuts in, “Wait, wait, don’t start without me.”

Everyone had drinks in front of them, but Logan was rushing with a brush and dustpan sweeping up the glass from earlier. Everyone else jokingly taunted him, you starting it, “Hurry up!” causing Rachel to chime in,“Yeah! Hurry the fuck up!” and Jackson, not one to miss out, tacks on, “We are all waiting on you, bar bitch!” 

“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying!” You hear the sound of the glass going into an empty box to be tossed safely on the way out, and he stands up, “Okay, I’m ready!”

Marcy asks, “So again, who is it?” 

You draw it out, let everyone lean in as you take a sip from your drink, let it hang for a touch too long before you say simply, “A guy.”

The chorus of groans that ring out as well as everyone pulling away makes you laugh heartily before telling them, “Okay, okay, his name is Charles, but he prefers to be called Chucky.”

“Finally a name, oh my God.” Rachel says with a grin before asking, “Where’d you meet him?”

You take another deep pull from your glass before imparting simply, “Here.”

That got some raised eyebrows, Logan asked the next question, “You met him here? He is a customer?”

“Yes he is. That a problem?” You asked, and Jackson was quick to cut in and say, “No! Just you are like literally the last person I think any of us pictured dating a customer.” 

Logan agreed, “Yeah, exactly!”

You start, “Well, even I in my infinite wisdom can be proven wrong. We just clicked, and it was a slow thing, I met him like three months ago-”

“Three months ago?! And we are just hearing about him now?” Rachel’s mouth was agape, and you continued, “Yeah! But it was just a regular customer kinda thing, to a, we ran into each other outside here, started dating a while ago and became official not that long ago."

You fight off the curious stares, adding on, "I didn’t want to say anything until it was serious, and I mean, fuck, saying those three little words usually makes a relationship serious from everything I’ve ever heard.” 

Marcy reassures you, “Don’t listen to them, I get it, I’m just glad it has been working out, and you are telling us now, so what’s he like?”

You brighten, “Thanks Marcy, and he isss…” Your voice trails off for a moment before you find the words, “He is funny and biting, sarcastic and can be a bit intense, fun to watch movies with, I like his opinions and outspokenness, how he is down for new experiences and can go with the flow. He smokes, but it isn’t a dealbreaker, dresses well, he likes art, our last date we went to a museum.”

Jackson hums with a genuine smile, “Wow, he sounds like a great catch.” 

“Seriously, talk about winning the lottery.” Rachel muses, and you sigh, “Yeah, he is really great.”

Logan asks the one question you had been dreading, “So when do we get to meet him?”

You laugh, then respond, “Haaa, uhm, I was thinking never?” 

Of course, your bar tending friend objects to that and naturally voices his displeasure, “What? Why not?”

“Because I want to keep him around! Why would I throw him to the fucking wolves?” You accuse with a point all around before taking another drink. 

Rachel cuts in before more complaining can occur, “Yeah, you know I am on her side for this.”

Jackson gasps, “Rachel, not you too-”

“Yes me too!” She throws her hands up, “I get it, we can all be a lot and with the third degree that likes to get laid down when anyone has brought a boyfriend or girlfriend around this group, you want to wait for the right moment. There is prep and care that must be taken, factor in that she has never brought someone by, and how protective we can get over her and yeah no shit she wants to save him.”

Thank the Lord for Rachel’s level head. “Seriously guys, I love you, but my relationship just got started, I’d hate for it to end so abruptly because you all scared him off.” 

There is grumbling, but they all ultimately agree to you taking your time on this is probably a safe bet. “I really like him and if it works out, of course you will end up meeting him at some point, just, not yet.” 

That was more than enough to placate them, you all finish your drinks as you tell them about a few of your dates, but this is tinged with a not so small amount of sadness because it isn’t the whole truth and keeping Tiffany out of it feels wrong. You know they all love you, but you are terrified they wouldn’t accept it and by extension, you. So pushing it down and swallowing that part up, you just tell them the safe, squeaky clean, heterosexual and decidedly monogamous version of events, as your finger traces the cigarette burn he left on your inner thigh through your sheer tights, as a reminder that not all secrets need to be shared, some can be just yours.

Jackson walked you to the train station as usual, the conversation was normal, away from the rest you asked about how it was going with that guy he was seeing, and it was going well, they spent most nights together, and it was also getting a little serious between them. You were happy for him. 

You felt secure, in a bubble of bliss, totally confident and content after your last date and shift at work. You hadn't set up a date with either of them, but you think you might call them tomorrow to set that up. It was a quiet moment at work, opened not that long ago, still basic set up being carried out but no large groups of people present. Tonight wouldn't be crazy anyway, you expect some people getting drinks post work, but that's all. You certainly didn't expect Tiffany to show up an hour and a half into your shift, bag of take out in hand. 

You give her a quick hug with a delighted, “Hello!” which she naturally returned, one arm slung around, other hand holding the bag, that sweet voice uttering, “Hey sweetheart.” 

You pull back, a point to what she held as you asked, “For me?” 

“Of course. I was in the area, figured why not stop by with a treat?” She handed it over, you opened the bag onto the nearby table, two containers, one holding those seasoned crispy fries you love, still hot, the other that classic birthday cake style slice from the diner you all frequent.

You remember that night it was pouring rain, and they invited you to sit with them, and you had this very order, the weight of the food in your hands, the sound of water hitting glass combined with the comforting din of the restaurant, the surprised joy at seeing them. You can't believe she remembered, but maybe you should have expected that, she is so sweet after all.

You look at her, standing there, pretty painted lips curled into a smile, eyes radiating warmth, expression completely soft, attention totally on you as the lights across the way flash in time to the music pouring from the DJ booth. 

It feels right. It doesn't need some big dramatic moment, a lot of the time the smallest gestures can mean the most, make us realize the true depth of our feeling. No, it doesn't matter that it's a quiet and slow Wednesday and you are in the middle of a shift and in your work uniform. Life can be far too short and finite, when you feel this way for someone, you should say it.

So you do.

A step forward, leaving the open containers on the table next to you, your hands lock onto Tiffany’s arms, staring into her eyes you say firmly, confidently, and thoroughly honest, “I love you.”

Her lips part, eyes widen before they dart to the left and right, even with the lights you notice how her cheeks turned pinker, the music is loud enough and everyone is far away, not paying attention. You squeeze her arms and say again, wanting her to absorb your words, want her to feel what you do, “I mean it. I really do, it took me a while to realize it since it's so new to me, but I love you.” 

Her eyes are back on you, and she nudges closer, she confesses, “You know I feel the same way. I have for a while.” 

Your mind is running over and over, "Say it, please say it, say it-" Your heart feels near to bursting, you need to hear it more badly than you realized, and she doesn't disappoint, not a moment later, those amazing words cross her lips, “I love you too.”

God, you wish you weren't in such a public venue so you could kiss her. You settle for another hug, she returns it fully this time since her hands are free, arms tightly around you and you both stay like that for a while, when she pulls back you thank her for the food and ask, “Stay?” 

The expression she wears is conflicted, “Oh. Oh God, I wish I could, baby, I've got something important to go do, but I can come back when the club closes, take you home?” She offers, and you can get behind that, a wide grin as you tell her, “Yes, please, I'd love that.” 

“Fantastic. I'll see you in a few hours.” Tiffany gave your hands a final squeeze and turned to leave, you watched her go, enraptured by the swing of her hips and the click of her heels.

She wasn’t expecting that, but fuck was she happy about it, she walks with purpose, her and Chucky have a date tonight, one she cannot be late for. 

Tiffany arrives on time and well-dressed, she enters the bar in question and sees who she is set to meet, sitting there, waiting for her. Eyes scan and find the familiar sight of red hair, seated at a table, a brief moment of eye contact and a nod, she paints on a flirty smile and walks to the bar, sitting next to the man, greeting him warmly, “Hi.” 

He turns and unsubtly looks her up and down, a cock of his head with a big smile, “Hi yourself sugar.”

It takes one drink to convince the man to leave with her, and it was not a drink consumed slowly, he has his hand placed on her lower back as they headed down the sidewalk. 

They got less than a block away before she grips his sleeve, she tugs, pulls him into the alleyway, the guy naturally follows. He is probably of the school of thought that Tiffany can’t just wait to get him alone, as if she was so attracted to him, she couldn’t help it, that she just has to have him, now. What an egotistical prick, but he isn’t totally wrong, she does want him for something.

She pushes him up against the wall, and he lets her, letting out an amused exhale at her show of control, he speaks, “You taking charge?” 

An upward curve of her lips as she responds, “You got a problem with that?”

“Not at all, baby, rock my world.” Tiffany laughs so she doesn’t gag. She covers his mouth with a gloved hand, it got a raised brow, and she reassures him, her voice flirty, “So we don't get caught too early, you understand, right? I'd hate to get interrupted before we reach satisfaction.” 

She can feel him grin for under her fingers, his gaze is more of a leer, obviously lewd in its intent, he nods once, giving his consent to more than he could have ever hoped for.

He doesn’t expect the knife. Then again, why would he? 

She had removed it from her coat pocket effortlessly, hit the release switch on the side and the blade flicked out, it was stabbed into the buzzed and hapless dumbass before he could even register the sound of it clicking open. Poor bastard never stood a chance against the practiced effortlessness and perfected elegance of her wielding the pearl handled switch-blade. Chucky is coming towards them now, hands in his pockets, gait casual, an undercurrent of that excited swagger he is well known for. 

“Got him started?” He asked, tone gleeful, and thank God for how Tiffany had covered this idiots mouth. Combined with the knife in the side of his neck, blood pouring down the inside of his throat, the sounds he lets out are muffled, wet and gurgled, disgusting to anyone else other than the two posied and ready to end this guy's life.

He wasn't struggling much at all, he must still be in shock.

Tiffany’s head turned and looked at her partner in crime, “Yup, you wanna get him from both sides?”

Chucky laughed, a big smile as he drew his own knife as he said, “You know it.”  

Tiffany's hand rips the knife from his throat, blood gushes, the angle is well-chosen, the spray hits the brick wall instead of her, thank Goodness for that.

She curls her fingers in the lapel of his jacket, her palm still holding the handle of her weapon, she yanks him from the wall, turning his body, presenting the man's back to Chucky. 

“Quick and dirty!” She declares, gripping the knife harder, her hand moves and she drives the knife into his stomach, Chucky reaches forward, a hand clasps onto his shoulder, his own blade jutting forward and digging into the man's back. He responded to Tiffany in a joyous tone, “Just the way I like it!”

She kept the man gagged, even when his blood spills from his mouth and squeezes between her leather glove covered fingers. 

Sometimes when they do this the victim puts up a lot of struggle, a hell of a fight, but not this man, oh no, this guy? He is a dream, he moves, reacts gives them plenty to work off of and some wonderful responses to enjoy, cries out as much as he can around the drowning torrent of blood surely pouring inside of him, tears trail down his face, however there is no attempt to get away. The guy was cut very off guard after all.

They fall into a wonderful rhythm, cold steel sliding into one side of the body as it is withdrawn from the other, on and on, one stabs as the other retreats, and the other pulls out while the opposite drives in. The pair when they kill together have phenomenal chemistry, it is undeniable, and fantastic, they kill just like how they fuck, in sync, passionately, revelling in it and having the most fun possible. Rip, tear, penetrate deep, cut brutally, taunt, and tease, on it goes.

The frenzy finds its natural conclusion, the man dies, his body turning to dead weight, slumping in their shared grasp. Tiffany wipes her glove on the man's jacket with a sigh, both of them are breathing heavily, enjoying the moment of quiet when it is over. 

She speaks first, asking, “Drag him behind the dumpster?”

Chucky agrees, they both pull him along, set him against the dumpster, hidden from the entrance way of the alleyway. An earlier stashed blanket is pulled out from said dumpster, it is stained and smells terrible, it is unfolded and put over the man, covering the bloody mess, at first glance you'd think he was a homeless man who passed out drunk. 

The blood was flowing freely during their fun, there would need to be a bit of clean up, nothing crazy, their clothes made it out relatively unscathed for the most part. The pair help each other out, tissues pulled out, specks of blood wiped off cheeks, a wet wipe taken to leather gloves and wiping down the outside of coats long before the blood could hope to sink in or stain. The act of cleaning is broken up by the intimacy that permeates the pair post kill, the intense feeling settles like thick mist, kissing, hands wander, pulling closer, nearer, but not desperate.

Spring is coming in, but it is still late, the cold is present and so the alleyway is abandoned.

“Home?” He asks, and she grabs his arm, holds up his wrist to her eyes, she is checking his wristwatch for the time, “Yeah, I can head home for a while, I got some time to kill” 

“What, you gonna go back out later?” He asked, and she says, “Yeah, I promised when I dropped that food off earlier, I said I’d pick her up from work, take her home.” 

She drops his arm and then hits his chest with the back of her other hand, a gasp accompanying the gesture as she says, “Which! I had to launch right into the date for this kill, so I couldn’t tell you, guess what she told me when I came by?” 

He rubs at his chest, the action is joking, the hit she laid down hadn’t hurt at all, he is smiling, brows pinched as he asked, “What?”

The pair had been walking, and she stopped, her hand now clasping his, staring into his eyes, “She told me she loves me.” 

“Oh my God!” He threw his arms around her, hugging her tightly, she returns it, and he asks, “How’d it feel?” 

She sighs softly, telling him, “Incredible. We were at her work, so we couldn’t do much, but I cannot wait to see her soon, get her alone. I wanted to kiss her so badly.” 

He pulls back, his hands resting on her forearms, “She does have that effect, wanting to kiss her and having to hold that urge back is fuckin’ painful sometimes, right?”

She nods, and they start walking again, both pull out their packs of cigarettes and lighters, they light up and continue the trek after that first post kill inhale is taken, a shared delighted moan as they do so. He waits until they are half way through their smoke and Tiffany has finally stopped gushing about you, before Chucky then says, “So now I guess I can finally tell you.”

“Finally tell me what?” She asked and he responds easily, “That day you were busy and we had our museum date?”

“Yeah, that day you told me you stole the shirt for her and went back to her place, I remember, it was all of like two days ago.” She does remember when he did come back home, he smelt like your perfume and was happy as could be, he filled Tiffany in on his date already, what else could there be to share?

“She told me she loved me then too.” He revealed it with little fanfare and it made Tiffany stop in her tracks, a loud excliamation, causing echos down the street as she called out, “What?!” 

He stopped too, three steps ahead of her, he turned slightly, a big shit eating grin, and she asks, “Are you serious?” 

He nods and says in that tone of voice that tells her that he is being honest, not fucking with her at all, contrite and sincere but still being a dick about it, something she is sure only he can pull off, “Oh yeah.” 

“Chucky what the fuck?” She stomped one heel and he laughs, she storms up to himi and smacks his arm, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?!”

“And miss this kind of reaction? Not a chance!” He is still laughing, and she huffs, “Stop fucking laughing, oh my God!”

She starts down the street briskly once more and lights up another cigarette, the last one abandoned in her shock and minor indignant rage. An aborted cigrette is one of her least favorite things, she intends to finish this one fully or she won't be satisfied, the itch would still be living nestled in her ribs. He is following up quickly, still all smiles and snickering, “You really thought that you beat me on that front, hm? Finally got one over on me with her?”

Tiffany throws a withering look to her boyfriend and says, “Yes, I did, but that isn’t the point, you were sitting on this for days without telling me, why? And don’t just say to see me flip out! I mean really why.”

He sighs, fingers comb through his hair, and he explains, “Cuz I know you Tiff, I know how jealous you can get, and so far with her, it hasn’t been a problem, but I didn’t wanna go spilling this before she said it to you too, just for, I dunno, safety’s sake.” He takes one last inhale before dropping the end of his cigarette, finishing his statement with, “Sue me.” 

She hates that he is right and loves that he cares. Instead of expressing either of those, she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “I woulda been fine, you asshole. I’m a big girl.”

“Mmhmm, you mighta been okay, or you might not have been, whos to say?” He still has a smile on his face, the tone is still light, he shrugs, hands now in his pockets.

She lets the conversation die, when her second cigarette is done she asks, “How’d it happen for you?”

He tells her, about being in your bed, about the banter and talk, how he burned you, and it just slipped out, “You should have heard the way she said it, gasped it out, just totally swept up in it, was real flatterin’.” He expounds further, about how he asked for clarification, and you went harder, told him it was your first time saying it to anyone, what a big deal it was, how you didn’t regret it. 

Tiffany is quiet.

She gets why he didn’t tell her right away, she might have gotten in her feelings about it, especially if the next time you saw each other, you didn’t confess to her too, she might have put weird pressure on it, potentially ended up ruining this.

She loves what you have and doesn’t want to screw it up, and she isn’t saying she would have, but she might have, the might is more than enough reason.

Chucky’s precaution has merit, besides you would have always had to confess to one of them first, the fact you hadn’t ever said it to anyone other than the two of them made it unbelievably special, she is glad some stupid petty jealous feelings didn’t even have a chance to ruin your first time saying those three little words. She is smart and knows herself, well aware that she can let her emotions get the best of her at times, her temper can flare, and it can run away from her on occasion. 

He is the first man you have ever told that you loved and she is the first woman, both were different, speical, intimate moments. She could never be mad at you, or at him for this, Hell, she loves him too, she understands better than anyone how you fell for him.

When Chucky is done they are back home, she hugs him, kisses him, and then thanks him quietly for his forethought, and he surprisingly lets it go and doesn’t say I told you so, instead he asks, “Share a drink with me and tell me how she said it to you?” 

She does just that, she tells him how sweet you were, the look in your eyes, the body language, how she felt at the moment it happened, shares just as much as he does, in equal detail, “She jumped right into reassuring me she really meant what she said, and I told her I’d been feeling the same.”

Chucky took a sip of his drink and set it down, his hand holding hers squeezes and says, “You know if you had another solo date with her before I did, she would have confessed to you first, right?”

She sighs, a hearty drink of her own before telling him, “I do know that now, and sorry I was kind of a bitch earlier, you did what you did for good reason.”

“Don’t mention it.” He leans back into the couch and says, “All I ask is that you remember this the next time somethin’ like this happens,-”

She laughs, leaning into his shoulder as he continues on, “-they say a broken clock is right twice a day, but Charles Lee Ray is right a lot more than anyone gives him credit for.” 

Tiffany snorts a laugh into the sleeve of his shirt as he hooks an arm around her, she rests a hand on his chest and the giggles quiet down. She says softly, “Tonight was really fun.”

“Oh, the most, I love killing with you.” Chucky agrees, a kiss dropped onto the top of her head, “It’s been so good lately, racking up the numbers with you.” 

She looks up at him, “I cut out an article earlier from the paper, by the way, gonna put it in the scrapbook later, they finally found that body we dumped last month.” 

He laughs again, louder, “God they are so behind it is embarrassing!” 

“Chicago cops are hopeless.” Tiffany coos, and that is a statement he agrees with wholeheartedly. 

He leans forward, scooping up his glass he says, “I swear everything has been getting better ever since she came around, she is pointing us in the directions to some of the best victims we could hope for, all without her even realizing it.”  

The blonde presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw, “On that note, there is something I wanted to run by you.” 

A questioning hum from him, and she says, “I was thinking, with all the wonderful, blissfully ignorant help she’s been giving us for our favourite ‘hobby’, and with how great everything is going, what about we get her a gift?”

“What kinda gift did you have in mind?” His interest is piqued, she can tell. 

“One that further satisfies our desires but also would benefit her in a major way.” She raises an eyebrow, and he gestures for her to continue. She takes another drink, lets the anticipation build, allows it to all hang for a moment longer before she asks, “How familiar are you with the financial district?”

He catches on immediately, he kisses her, and when he pulls back, that look in his eye that a plan is already starting to take shape, he tells her, “Not familiar at all, but I sure as Hell would like to be.” 

They still had a while before you would be done work, before Tiffany had to break away to go pick you up and take you home, and your boyfriend and girlfriend had an awful lot to talk about before then. 

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This sounds like such a fun way to also have your medic reveal to you that you’ve got some sort of array issue too. I can very much see this happening with TFP bee and Smokey where Smokescreen’s like “Oh I don’t need birth control! Me and bee have been doin’ it in my valve for months!”

Ratchet immediately gets into gear because dear Primus, only to find out that Smoke’s been under the assumption that his spike sheath is his valve and that he has a defect/thinks he only had a valve. Bee, who is also young and not a doctor, didn’t know any better.

So yes, he does have an issue, but it’s also been exacerbated by Alpha Trion’s choice to put the key in Smokey. He should have still been able to open his valve panel and pressurize with just a bit more effort than usual. Ratchet fixes him, gets him birth control and sends him out. And when bee and Smokescreen get together that night? Hooo boy

That could be interesting!!! We need to discuss that in a transformers sense more often (in line with the array variation and possible issues thing)

Because my first thought upon seeing this was that Smokescreen's valve panel was jammed funny from the start, preventing it from opening (this can cause other situations)

The more I think of it the more I think there should be long term consequences to Smokescreen having an Omega Key shoved funny in his internals

(in general it'd be interesting to think about injury continuity in Transformers, even if things can be repaired more easily than with humans)

[hauntingkiki]

From my Wattpad account; hauntingkiki if you want to read the full thing!:3

Gift Of The Night Fury

Hiccup x F! Reader

2ndPOV

This is Berk, boasting the kind of balmy, fun-in-the-sun climate that will give you frostbite on your spleen.

One of the upsides on this bland island is our annual holiday. We call it Snoggletog.

Why we chose such a stupid name remains a mystery. But with the war long over.

A roar was heard outside of the Chiefs house, alerting the boy who was originally fast asleep before opening his eyes at the sound.

And dragons living among us.

He threw his blanket over his head, groaning as the house shook slightly, dust falling from the ceiling as another roar echoed throughout.

This year's Snoggletog promises to be one to remember.

The boy eventually rolled out of bed, eyes still closed from being sleepy. "Okay, okay, I'm coming." He muttered to himself, sitting up and reaching for his helmet that was on the bed frame by his feet. He grabbed it and placed it over his head before standing up and walking out of his house.

He threw his arms over his head when he stood outside, yawning as he shuttered from the cold. He looked on his roof and saw the Night Fury who cooed down to Hiccup. "Well, good morning, Mr. Bossy!" He teased with a smile.

Toothless let out a rumble, almost sounding like a laugh, watching Hiccup as he walked around the house.

Hiccup smiled, imitating his growl as the dragon climbed down from the roof carefully. "Do you always have to wake me up so early to go flying-" He asked before yelping, his metal foot scraping the ice.

Before he fell, Toothless caught him, pushing his upright with his snout and gently placing him away from the icy spot.

"Stupid leg." He groaned, kicking the snow slightly. He stumbled back as Toothless grumbled softly, eager to get flying. "Oh, thanks, buddy, I'm okay. Yeah, we can go flying now."

Toothless went silent before burping in his face, making the boy stumble back in disgust.

"Eww, eww, what? Eww! Argh! Toothless." Hiccup whined, chuckling as Toothless nuzzles his face into his palm.

Toothless dived under Hiccup, slipping him onto his back before flying over to your house, heading to D/N shack that was built near your room.

"Toothless!" Hiccup laughed, patting his head softly as the dragon pounced on the roof, cooing softly which woke up D/N. "Y/N sleeping, bud! She's probably not gonna join us for flying today." He paused, snorting as he heard you whine from inside the house before shuffling was heard.

"I'm up, I'm up!" You cried, stretching as you walked out of your house, screaming when both dragons jumped in front of your path.

"Oh, well good morning, m'lady." Hiccup smiled, slipping off Toothless and walking over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he gently kissed your cheek.

"Good morning." You grinned, hugging him tightly before petting D/N who shoved her face into your back. "Flying already?" You looked over to the brunette, fixing his Viking helmet that was placed lopsided on his head.

Hiccup nodded, sighing sadly. "Guess so. Come on, let's leave before everyone wakes up." He jumped back onto Toothless, smiling as you got situated on D/N.

•••

Toothless and D/N shot through the clouds, soaring peacefully before diving back down into the clouds.

"Come on! Let's see what you two got today!" Hiccup beamed.

The two dragons shot straight down the side of a cliff, D/N purring happily as the wind hit her face.

"WHOOO-HOOO!" Hiccup cheered, making you laugh as you threw your arms out to your sides when they glided over the water.

"Okay, you ready?" Hiccup asked, setting the prothetic fin into place before standing on Toothless' back, making him grunt out in worry. "Easy..."

"Hiccup, maybe you sho-" You started, gasping when you saw him jump over a cliff, Toothless going under the rock with D/N and you, before catching him on the other side. You sighed in relief when Toothless' fin opened back up.

"Yes! Finally!" The boy cheered, glad that they finally got the trick down.

D/N gurgled in displeasure, shaking her head before flying off to the side from Toothless and Hiccup.

"Boys, am I right?" You unhooked yourself and turned to face the opposite way, lying down with a sigh. You patted her side as she huffed in agreement, making you smile softly.

•••

"Here?" A viking called out to Gobber, holding up a shield as they sat on a Gronckle.

"Yes, yes, nooo, nooo, no, that one a wee bit higher!" Gobber instructed.

"Here?" They asked again, moving the decoration.

"There! Ah, that's the spot!" He beamed, smiling as Stoick patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright!"

A small boy jumped in front of Meatlug, playfully roaring before running off with a laugh when Meatlug roared back, chasing him in a playful manner.

"Attaboy, Meatlug!" Fishlegs cheered, watching his dragon from the top of a ladder.

Astrid looked at Stormfly, two shields in hand. "Are you ready, girl?" She beamed, encouraging her dragon. She smiled when Stormfly flexed her tail spikes before throwing them up.

Stormfly nailed them into the wooden tree with the spikes, cooing as Astrid thanked her.

"Odin's beard, Gobber. Vikings spending the winter holiday with dragons. What would our fathers say?" Stoick laughed, walking around with the blond in tow.

"They'd think we'd lost our minds!" He chuckled.

Stoick laughed, turning to the group of Vikings that stood around. "Well done. Well done, all of you! I've never thought I'd live to see this day. Peace on the island of Berk."

Astrid smiled as she scratched Stormfly's chin, giggling as she rubbed her face against her check.

"This will surely be the greatest holiday, we've ever seen!" Stoick finished, making the crowd cheer, some of the dragons roaring in excitement.

A low rumble echoed through Berk, making all the dragons perk up. Their eyes turned into slits at the sound.

"What the...?!" Stoick gasped, confused on what was going on.

Looking up, a flock of dragons flew over the island.

"What in Thor's name?!" Gobber gasped, never seeing anything like it.

Soon, all the dragons joined in on the flock, leaving everyone confused on where their dragon's were going.

"Come back! Where are you going?" Snotlout begged Hookfang, dangling from someone's rooftop as he watched his dragon fly off without setting him down onto the ground.

Fishlegs let out a gasp, his eyes going wide. "Meatlug!" He screamed before running off.

Everyone watched in horror, not knowing what to do in this situation, since, this never happened before.

Astrid gasped, looking around as she spoke. "Where's Y/N and Hiccup?" She whispered to herself, looking up again with a worried look on her face.

•••

"What do you say, you two? Wanna go again?" Hiccup smiled down at Toothless, patting his neck while looking at D/N before snapping his attention onto you when you gasped.

"WATCH OUT!" You screamed, holding on as D/N dodged and weaved past the crowd of dragons in the sky. You gasped in horror as you watched Toothless dive for the water, D/N following as you screamed. "HICCUP, WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"M-MY HELMET!" He replied, trying to stop Toothless. "IT FELL OFF!!"

"WHAT?!"

Toothless eventually stopped diving, D/N joint his side as they looked at the brunette in confusion.

"We'll get it later, bud." He reassured his dragon once you were in ear shot. He glanced at you before looking at Berk. "We need to get back and find out what's going on."

•••

"What's the matter? Where are you going?" A viking asked his Monstrous Nightmare, sighing when it flew off.

"Nonono! Don't leave, Stormfly, don't go!" Astrid begged, running to her dragon as Stormfly flew off. "Please?"

You landed on Berk, slipping off of D/N with Toothless and Hiccup by your side.

"Astrid!" You called out, running over to your sister.

Astrid spotted you and made her way over to you. "Y/N! What's going on? Where are they going?" She asked, worried for the dragons.

Hiccup joined your side, placing his hand on your shoulder. He went to open his mouth before Vikings surrounded the three of you.

"Why did they leave?"

"What's happening?"

"Will they ever come back?”

"Stop! Wait!" Hiccup yelled over the chatter, placing his hands up in defense.

"Calm down!" Stoick's voice boomed, faintly ringing in people's ears. He pushed his way through the crowd, making his way to his son and you. "Give them a chance to speak! Hiccup, Y/N, where are all our dragons going?"

Hiccup looked up at his father, his brows knitting together slightly. "Dad...we don't know." Hiccup muttered out, shaking his head slightly.

You turned to look over the edge of the land, your eyes going vast when you saw D/N roaring and cooing at Toothless, trying to get him to fly with the crowd. You slowly walked in their direction before sprinting over. "D/N? D/N, wait!" You cried, stumbling slightly before coming to a halt as you watched her join Stormfly with the others.

•••

Night eventually came and everyone went to the hall for a meeting about the current events that happened with the dragons.

"Where'd they go?!"

"Snoggletog is ruined!"

"It's not ruined!" Stoick called out over the chatter, silencing everyone quickly. He stepped into the wood that surrounded the fire pit that was indented in the middle of the room. "We're Vikings! We've been perfectly happy celebrating without dragons for generations! And there's no reason we can't do it again!"

You sighed heavily, resting your head on Hiccup's stomach as you tilted your head back. 

Astrid, Hiccup and Snotlout leaned on the pillar while Tuff and you sat in chairs. Ruff stood behind her brother, groaning softly. And Fishlegs was in his own world, none of you really bothered him.

"Now we don't know where they've gone off to. But we have to have faith that they'll be back again soon. Am I right?" Stoick finished, trying to elevate everyone's spirits. 

"You're right, we are Vikings! We are tough!" Gobber threw his interchangeable hand in the air, the sound of bells ringing as he moved.

The nearby Vikings chuckled as they saw his festive outfit; an antler helmet with holly, some softly glowing lanterns and his bell stick.

"Most of the time..." He gushed, making people laugh loudly. "Let's sing some Snoggletog songs!"

Snotlout scoffed before walking off, Ruff following closely behind. Tuff stoop up and followed his sister with Astrid. Hiccup helped you off your seat before walking off with you, Fishlegs paces behind as he hummed happily.

The seven of you walked around for a moment, all of you staying silent.

"That was depressing..." Ruff interrupted the silence in a mopey tone. 

"I know!" Astrid looked at Tuff before looking at the ground. "Y/N and I were looking forward to spending the holiday with Stormfly and D/N."

Tuff glared at Fishlegs as he began to whistle, like there wasn't a care in the world. "What are you so happy about? Don't you miss Meatlug?"

"Me?" Fishlegs gasped, halting before faking sobbing. "Oh! Yeah! I miss him so much!"

The six of you stared at the blond with open mouths, giving him strange looks which made him gulp nervously.

"Well, good night!" He quickly ran off, leaving the six of you appalled.

"What...just...happened?" You whispered to Snotlout which made him snort loudly, the two of you laughing as you watched him scurry off.

"I've got an idea!" Astrid beamed with a gasp, catching everyone's attention. "Let's come up with a bunch of new holiday traditions! You know, to bury the sadness!"

Tuff, Ruff, Snotlout and you collectively groan sadly, slouching as you all remembered your dragons.

"Actually." Hiccup spoke up after a moment. "Astrid might be on to something."

Tuff rolled his eyes with a 'tch' slightly glaring at the brunette. "Easy for you to say. Your dragon can't go anywhere without you." He pointed to Toothless who was at a small cliff, looking around with a grumble. Tuff whipped his head to you, throwing his arms around dramatically. "I'm surprised your dragon left him. She hardly leaves his side."

You nodded with a sarcastic chuckle. "Tell me about it." You crossed your arm.

"Must be nice." Ruff patted your shoulder, watching Toothless as well before walking off with her brother, Astrid, and Snotlout.

You looked at Hiccup, watching as his brows knitted together as your shoulders dropped while walking in front of him. "Hiccup, you better not have a crazy idea."

He turned his attention onto you, kissing your check before running to his house. "I'll be at the forge tomorrow, be there okay!"

•••

Three kids hugged the snow Gronckle they made, the little girl leaning on it as she sighs.

"Yaknog! Get your Yaknog! Come on! Get a frothy delicious cup of cheer!" She beamed, gasping when she saw the twins and Snotlout. "Hey, you guys! Try this tasty new beverage I made for the holidays."

Tuffnut sniffed the drink before recoiling. "Ugh! What's that smell? Is that you?" He gasped, looking at Ruffnut before shoving her away.

"It's Yaknog!" She smiled, pouring the thick, chunky 'drink' into the empty cup.

Tuff gasps in disgust before coughing as he backed up. "Ugh! If I drink that I'm gonna yak nog all over the place!" He whined.

"Maybe you'd rather taste a punch in the face?" She threatened with a smile.

Ruff sniffed the drink as well before groaning in disgust.

Snotlout strutted over to the girl, a grin on his lips as he took one of the cups off the shield she was holding. "Astrid, it sounds delightful. I'd love a mug." He took a sip, immediately gagging before forcing himself to swallow the beverage. "You could really taste the yak!" He set the drink back down, smacking his lips as his stretched his hand.

"Mmm, yum!" Fishlegs beamed, running into Tuff which sent him flying. "What is that?"

"Oh! You wanna try some? It's my new traditional drink." Astrid beamed to the blonde teen, holding up the tray of drinks. 

Fishlegs looked behind Astrid, noticing Snotlout peering behind, shaking his head as he flashed him a look of worry. Fishlegs took the hint, immediately backing away. "Oh...You know...Ehm...I have...suddenly inexplicably changed my mind." He watched Astrid move around, worried for her next victim.

"Well, you don't know what you're missing." She defended her drink, heading to the forge. "I bet Y/N and Hiccup will love this."

Ruff glanced to Lout, gasping as she leaned into his face as he held his stomach and moaned in discomfort. "Are you crying?"

•••

"AND! Get this; she might have a crush on him, too!" You gasped, lightly hitting the boy who stood on your left.

Hiccup chuckled, holding his hand out before taking the tool you placed in his grasp. "You don't say?" He smiled, looking up at you as you were planted onto the work table he was working at.

You nodded, a grin forming on your lips. "This has to be our little secret." You placed a finger over his lips, making him grin. "She'd kill me if someone found out-I'M not even supp-!"

"Y/N? Hiccup?" Astrid called out for the two of you.

You froze, your mouth wide open when you heard Astrid's voice. You quietly pushed yourself off of the table before tiptoeing to some boxes to hide behind.

Hiccup watched you with a dumbfounded expression. "What are you doing, N/N?" He breathed out, laughing lightly.

"Astrid made a new 'drink' and it's not for human consumption." You warned softly. "We opened every single door and window in the house due to the...the stench."

The brunette winced, giggling softly. "That's horrible."

You nodded, hiding behind the stack of boxes. "It is!" You whined. "Might need to stay the n-."

"Hellooo? Y/N? Hiccup?"

You gulped, peeking over to Hiccup. "I'm not here!" You whisper shouted, making him nod. "And do not take the drink!”

"Yeah, I'm over here, Astrid. Coming!" Hiccup flashed you a thumbs up before greeting your sister at the front of the forge.

"Here. Happy holidays!" She smiled, holding out the shield for him to take a mug. "Where's Y/N? I thought she was with you?"

Hiccup turned away from his invention and to the cups, smiling as he took one before going back to his project. "Thank you, Astrid! This is really kind of you." He tilted his head side to side a few times. "She said she's meeting up with my father; had to give her a talking about something."

Astrid nodded, smiling as she wiggled some of her fingers while holding onto the shield. "What can I say!" She giggled, looking at the table. "What are you up to?"

"Okay, you're gonna think I'm crazy, but I just couldn't stop thinking about what Tuffnut said last night." Hiccup waved her off slightly, placing the cup down for a moment. "Toothless can't come and go like the other dragons, and that's just not fair; especially for him and D/N, they can't go on flights without me or Y/N guiding Toothless. I was up all night and I think I found a way to fix that." Hiccup took a sip of the drink, completely forgetting about your warning you gave.

Big mistake.

Hiccup gagged, shuttering as he tried to swallow the thick drink but was unable too, keeping it in his mouth.

"No way! You built him a new tail? So he's gonna be able to fly without you!" Astrid smiled, keeping her attention on the tail and not noticing the struggle Hiccup was going through.

"Hmhm!" He hummed, his voice cracking slightly.

"Wow, what a great gift!" She nodded excitedly.

Hiccup sets the cup far away from him, chuckling awkwardly. "Hmhm..."

"What if he never comes back?" Astrid asked. "And same with D/N! Y/N would be so devastated"

Hiccup perked up at your name, nodding his slightly at the thought of the two dragons not returning. "Mh..." He sadly hummed.

"What am I saying?" Astrid snickered, rolling her eyes at the crazy thought. "Of course they will!"

"Mhm!"

"Well, I'm going spread some more holiday cheer!" Astrid backed up, holding the tray with a smile. "I'll tell Y/N you said hi!"

Hiccup watched as the blond ran off, once she was far enough he spat out the Yaknog onto the floor.

You appeared out of your hiding spot, groaning softly. "Okay, that's disgusting." You shuttered at the spit and Yaknog on the ground, hopping back onto the work table.

"I should've listen, that was the worst thing I've ever tasted." He gasped. He looked down at the new tail fin, sighing before picking it off of the table. "Come on, let's go give this to Toothless."

You nodded, slipping off of the table. "Now?" You asked with a head tilt.

Hiccup nodded, holding his breath before letting it go. "Yeah. He can't stay here-he needs to go wherever the others went." He reassured, walking off with the tail in hand.

•••

Toothless grumbled, a gummy smile as he pounced on Hiccup's roof, some of the tiles falling off.

"Toothless! Come on down, bud!" Hiccup beamed, calling down the Night Fury. He stumbled back when he appeared in front of the two of you, smiling at you before looking back at Toothless. "We got something for ya!"

Toothless sniffed the tail, unsure how to feel about it.

"What do you think of that?" He questioned in a playful tone, smiling as he perked up. "Yeah!"

You chucked softly as you watched Toothless and Hiccup walk around each other in circles. You placed your hand atop of the dragons head, stopping him from moving around too much as he rubbed his face into your palm. "Just calm down, bud!" You laughed, watching as Hiccup sat on his tail, putting the new contraption on.

"Toothless! Come on, bud! Let me get that on you!" The brunette laughed, adjusting it. "Yeah! You are going to love this. Okay." He patted his tail once it was on just right.

Toothless whipped his tail around, growling as he tried to get the machinery off. He jumped around, making Hiccup and you duck before getting whacked in the face.

"Nonono... To-Toothless! Stop!" Hiccup started, putting his hands up to calm the Night Fury.

"Toothless, it's okay, please!" You also stood up, trying to calm the dragon down.

Toothless whipped his tail down, perking up as he saw the invention copy his tail movements.

"Ah...Here you go. See? Got it?" Hiccup smiled, patting a hand on your shoulder.

"Uhhh, Hiccup?"

Toothless looks between Hiccup and you, his eyes slits.

"Toothless..." Hiccup sighed, reaching out for him before getting pulled down by you. "Whoa!"

You both watched as Toothless flew off, roaring as he vanished into the clouds.

You slowly turned to the brunette, sighing with a frown. "Hiccup..." You muttered, hugging him gently.

The boy sighed, slowly hugging you back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

•••

Three days have passed, and no sign of any of the dragons.

No Hookfang.

No Stromfly.

No Meatlug.

No Barf and Beltch.

No D/N.

And no Toothless.

Hiccup stared at his ceiling, wide awake. One hand on his stomach while the other wrapped around you as you laid next to him. He sighed heavily, turning his head to look at you before his eyes went wide when a loud creek echoed throughout the house.

A loud thumped followed, making Hiccup remove his arm from under your head before slowly sit up. He gasped excitedly when another thump came, removing the blanket that was over the two of you. "Toothless!" He beamed, accidentally waking you up. He ran outside and turned the corner to the side of the house with a smile. "I knew you'd come back...Urgh!" He slipped on the same sheet of ice, this time, falling on his back with a groan.

His father stopped hammering the decorations onto the house, looking down at his son with a smile. "Morning, son!" Stoick beamed happily. He looked around for you before titling his head slightly. "Y/N still sleeping?"

"Oh, hey, Dad..." Hiccup got up, giving his dad a slight wave when he stood up. "I-uh-think so, yeah. W-we stayed up too late."

Stoick nodded with a smile. "Well, I'm glad you're up! I was looking for your helmet." The red head started to climb down the ladder, his attention off his son for a moment.

Hiccup froze, eyes wide as he remembered that it fell during flying. "My-My helmet?" He questioned.

Stoick stopped climbing down, grinning at his son before continuing the climb down. "Odin needs a place to put your goodies."

Hiccup nodded softly, looking away from his father. "Yeah, right...I-I'll get on that." He huffed, walking away. "Great..."

Stoick got back onto the ground, looking at his son with a sigh before walking after him. "Hold on!" He called out, making Hiccup stop in his tracks. "Hold on. Alright...Come on. What's on your mind? Out with it."

Hiccup sighed. "Oh, it's been three days, Dad. I just thought Toothless would be back by now."

"I'm sure he is with the other dragons." His father reassured.

"Yeah?" He asked. "I wish I can be that sure."

Stoick sighed heavily, his shoulder dropping slightly as he looked at his son. "Ah, listen...I know what it's like to miss someone you love this time of year. But what do we do, when they can't be here for the holiday?" Stoick gently placed a hand on Hiccup's shoulder, smiling softly. "We celebrate them! And I imagine that is exactly what Toothless would want you to do. And same with D/N; she'd want you and Y/N to celibate both of them. Right?”

Hiccup sighed, nodding. "You're right."

"Good!" Stoick beamed, hitting Hiccup on the shoulder. "Then go get that helmet! We've had enough disappointment around here." He laughed, walking off.

•••

"So now I'm going to have to find a way to get that helmet back." Hiccup walked through Berk, two oars over his shoulder. He adjusted them as he spoke, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes before looking forward to make sure no one was in his way.

"Yikes." You hissed, carrying a basket full of rope and tools. You gripped the basket in your hands as you walked, holding it awkwardly before stopping when Hiccup swapped with you, taking the basket from your hands and helping you get the oars over your shoulders. "Oh! T-thank you."

He smiled softly with a hum. "Of course, m'lady." He gushed, the two of you continued your journey through town.

Hiccup got ready to turn the corner before bumping into Fishlegs who carried a basket filled to the brim with fish. "Oh, Fishlegs, you hungry?" Hiccup teased, smiling while popping the basket up to fix his grip.

"You have enough fish to feed a dragon!" You snickered, adjusting the oars.

Fishlegs was silent before awkwardly chuckling. "Hahaha...Oh, a dragon? That's..." He turned around and ran off, leaving Hiccup and you confused.

"Something's off." You quirked a brow, following the blond. "Come on!"

You both followed Fishlegs to the back entrance of one of the houses, watching as he quickly went inside while whimpering in fear.

While he was inside you both hid around the corner of the house, waiting for him to leave to see what was going on.

Fishlegs peeked out of the door, he quickly stepped out and shut the door, proud that no one was following him to see his secret.

As the blond passed, Hiccup stealthily snuck past, leaning the basket on the house. He smiled brightly at you, watching you leaned the oars next to the basket before standing in front of the door, hands intertwined.

You both opened one side of the doors, eyes wide when a dragon flew straight at you both. The two of you screamed when the chain holding the dragon captive snapped off, ramming into the two of you.

Hiccup and you held onto the dragon for dear life, Hiccup by its head and you by its front legs.

The boy pulled away, Hiccup making eye contact with the dragon. "MEATLUG?!" He screamed.

Meatlug flew passed Astrid who ducked with a yelp, watching you both zoom past.

"Y/N? Hiccup?" She blinked, not sure if she was seeing correctly. "Where are you going?!"

"WE HAVE NO IDEAAA!!" You called back, dangling from his legs as you glanced down, screaming in horror. "OH, MY ODIN! THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE WITHOUT FLYING GEAR!!"

"Meatlug? What about presents?!" Fishlegs called out to his dragon, his shoulder dropping slightly. "Hey!"

•••

Astrid whipped her head to the blond, furious about what just happened.

"I can't believe him." Fishlegs sighed.

"YOU can't believe HIM?!" Astrid snapped, smacking the boy on the arm. "YOU KIDNAPPED YOUR DRAGON!"

"Well, that makes it sound so mean." Fishlegs whined.

The twins walked over to the nest Meatlug made, pushing away the straw before gasping as their eyes went wide.

"Hey, guys?" Tuff called out, not looking away from the nest.

"He flew away the second he was unleashed!" Astrid continued to yell at Fishlegs, not even noticing the Tuffnut was talking to them.

"I'm 72% sure he wanted to stay-"

Ruff pulled back more straw, gasping as she put her hand over her mouth.

"GUYS!"

The other three finally got over to the twins, noticing what was in the nest.

"Whoa..." Fishlegs chuckled. "Meatlug barfed up a pile of rocks."

Astrid bent down, looking down at the 'rocks'.

"You're such an idiot!" Ruff sighed. "Those aren't rocks, your dragon laid eggs!"

"Hey, wait!" Astrid gaped, picking up one of the eggs from the nest. "I bet that's why the dragons left: To lay their eggs!"

"But, boy dragons don't lay eggs." Fishlegs interjected, not understanding the situation at hand.

"Yeah, your boy dragon is a girl dragon." Ruff clarified for the boy, placing her hands on her hips.

Fishlegs gasped when it clicked, nodding as the memories flooded back. "Okay, that actually explains a few things." He flexed his hands uncomfortably, looking down at his feet.

Astrid popped up, a grin plastered on her face as she held onto the egg. "Hey! Everyone's missing their Dragons, right?"

"Oh, here it comes." Snotlout groaned, slouching back.

She ran over to a small box of junk, grabbing a red ribbon before trying a bow around the egg. "I've got an idea! It'll be another new Snoggletog tradition!" She showed the group the egg, her cheeks red from smiling.

The group reluctantly agreed, tying bows around the eggs to pass around to some of the towns people.

"Oh, this is gonna be so good!" She smiled, two eggs on hand as they spit up to disperse the eggs around town.

•••

Hiccup held onto Meatlug as she flew around, glancing back to you to make sure you're okay before looking back. He screamed, making you yelp before dodging a rock formation which would have killed Hiccup and you. "Whoa! Meatlug, where are you taking us?" Hiccup asked, dodging a wreaked ship.

The flying went on for what felt like days, the three of you above the clouds.

You lazily wrapped your arms about the boy, sighing loudly as he patted your hand that rested on his legs.

Eventually, you come across land, the two of you getting excited as Meatlug began her decline towards it.

The island had a hot spring, thousands of dragons resting on the land around the water.

Once Meatlug landed, Hiccup slid off, helping you down as he held his arms out for you to take.

You both walked to the edge of the small cliff you stood on, looking out to the dragons that laid on the ground. All the dragons had babies.

All but one.

"You guys come here to have babies!" Hiccup gasped in amazement, his eyes sparkling at the sight in front of him.

"This is incredible." You whispered, looking around in awe.

Hiccup watched as a Gronckle pushed her eggs into a small spring. Sliding down, he made his eye over to her before stopping as two babies ran past, playing with one another.

You followed after the boy, smiling at the two babies before looking into the spring with Hiccup.

The three eggs she pushed in soon hatched, small explosions going off as the babies started to swim to the surface.

"Aww." Hiccup cooed, watching as one of the babies crawled out.

"They're so cute!" You gushed, gently shaking Hiccup as they made their way to their mom, tumbling from trying to fly.

Hiccup smiled with a chuckle, looking to his right when he noticed one of her eggs. He stood up, slowly walking over to it. "Hey, look over here, you missed one." He called out to the mom, not noticing that she got up and snagged you from the back of your shirt, carrying you a little ways off. "WHOA!"

You winced, watching as he got flung backwards, landing on his back before perking his head up to watch the baby hit the rock. "You okay?!" You called out, jogging over to him and helping him sit up.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." He reassured, watching as the baby stretched with a yawn before heading to its mom. "Man, it's a good thing those don't hatch on Berk!" Hiccup thought out loud, making you nod in agreement.

"But, you have to admit that the babies are pretty cute." You gushed, cooing softly as you watched the babies play with one another.

Hiccup nodded, dusting the soot off of himself.

•••

As they placed the remaining eggs around, Astrid smiled as she went up into D/N hutch, placing an egg in her nest before leaving with a giggle. "Wasn't this a great idea?" She smiled, hopping down the steps to the others.

"Uh-huh! Everyone's gonna be so surprised!" Fishlegs agreed with a nod and a grin.

Just then, one of the house exploded, a baby Gronckle flying out and hitting Fishlegs in the head which sent him to the floor. "Ow!"

"SURPRISE!" Snotlout smirked, leaning forward to look to the boy on the ground.

The Gronckle hits Fishlegs in the gut, yawning as the twins and Snotlout cooed at the dragon.

Astrid stared at the baby in horror, her eyes wide and mouth ajar. "The eggs...Explode?" She gasped.

Soon, all the houses started to explode, baby Gronckles flying out of the houses.

"THE EGGS EXPLODE!!!" She screamed, watching as people ran out of their houses. She ran over to some of the Vikings as they screamed in horror, bits of their clothing on fire. "I'm sorry! Sorry!"

The group watched in amazement, 'ooo'ing and 'aww'ing at the sight of everything.

The baby dragons got fired into the wooden tree, setting it ablaze.

"Awesome!" Tuff gasped.

"Wow!" Tuff added on with a smile.

Snotlout looked at Astrid, smiling as he leaned towards her. "This is your best idea yet!" He yelled over the explosions before turning his attention back onto the lights.

Astrid looked around in horror, sucking in a breath when she saw her house and D/N perch. "Oh, my Gods!" She cried, pulling at her hair as she booked it towards the flames. "Y/N'S GOING TO KILL ME!!"

Stoick watched as the tree slowly falls apart, noticing Astrid but stopping her as he took her hand. "What in Thor's name is going on?!" He cried, letting go of her hand.

She gulped nervously, covering her mouth with her hand. "The eggs explode." She gushed out in embarrassment. She winced as an explosion went off in the distance, nervously flashing a smile to the Chief.

•••

"Toothless! D/N! Guys?" Hiccup called out, walking around with you, hand in hand as you both looked around for your dragons.

"Where are they?" You sighed, looking down at your feet. "Are they even here?”

"I'm not sure, N/N." Hiccup squeezed your hand, looking at you.

You both fell silent before screaming, hitting the floor with groans when weight was pressed onto your backs.

You turned your head to the side, gasping before a grin tugged at your lips. "D/N!" You beamed, laughing as she got off the two of you and hopped around, her tongue hanging out with a gummy smile.

"What are you doing here, girl?!" Hiccup chuckled, petting her as she nuzzled into his cheek.

D/N bounced off, her wings outstretched as she roared at the two of you as you followed after her.

Stopping at the edge of the small cliff, you beamed at the other familiar dragons who rested on some rocks.

The babies cooed excitedly, making their parents perk up.

"Hookfang! Stormfly!" Hiccup grinned, making his way to the dragons, petting them gently. "Oh, you have no idea how happy we are to see you guys!"

You laughed, sitting on your knees as their babies ran over to you, rubbing their faces against your legs and hands. "You guys are parents!?" You giggled, picking up one of Stormfly's babies as she gently gnawed on your nose.

"Oh, look at you guys! All happy, together." Hiccup joined your side, petting the babies as they cooed at Hiccup. He turned to look at you before laughing, watching as the baby you were holding clawed on your face, trying to perch on top of your head. "Who knew you are leaving to celebrate your own sort of...holiday."

You set the baby back onto the ground, the three of them playing with each other. "We should be getting back to our holiday." You placed a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded, rising to his feet as he helped you up as well.

You turned to D/N who shoved her face into your back, making you chuckle softly. "Think you can take us back home?" You asked, climbing into her back.

You looked over and saw Hiccup sit on Hookfang, the two gliding up above the others as D/N followed.

"We'll see you all back on Berk when you're good and ready, okay, gang?" He questioned to the dragons, gulping when the adults started to join Hookfang and D/N in the air. "Oh...Nono nonono...I think we just started the return migration." Hiccup sheepishly turned to you, shrugging his shoulders as he flashed an uncertain smile.

You laughed, watching as the crowd of babies dashed to the edge of the island, calling out to their parents. "If you guys insist!" You smiled.

The babies tried to fly, but the wind was too strong as it sent them back to the island.

"Ah, boy, this is never gonna work." The brunette sighed.

"I got an idea!" You gasped, patting D/N neck which made her fly the direction you wanted her to go. "Come on, Hookfang!"

•••

"Ah, Gobber, this is a disaster." Stoick complained, walking past the Vikings as they started to rebuild the houses.

"Ah, it's not so bad." Gobber tried to reassure the Chief.

"Oh, not that bad?" He snapped. "The village is destroyed. The dragons have gone and left us.”

The crowd of Vikings came to a halt, whispering to one another as they looked up at the sky.

"Let's face it–this holiday is a complete-What are these people looking at?" He cried, pushing through the mob before noticing what everyone was looking at. "What is that?"

The town watched as a mob of dragons flew in their direction, carrying one of their broken boats underneath them.

"It's Hiccup and Y/N!" Stoick beamed.

The crowd erupted into cheers, some of them hugging and some of them clapping.

"And our dragons!" Astrid added on.

The dragons lowered the ship onto the land, it creaking to a halt as everyone watched in confusion.

Soon the babies poured out, making everyone mummer at the sight.

The adult dragons started to land, Hookfang and D/N landing near the front of the ship.

Both Hiccup and you slipped off of the dragons, moving out of the way as people made their way to their dragons.

Snotlout smiled brightly, running up to Hookfang and hugging him. "Yeah! Whoo-hoo!"

Meatlug flew around, looking for her babies before perking up once she saw them. She made her way down to them as she regurgitated some fish for them to eat. 

Fishlegs flew around the corner, passing by some Vikings as he bolted to his dragon. "MEATLUG!" He shouted, running into her and hugging her as they both rolled away from the impact.

"Stormfly! You're back! Oh!" Astrid laughed, hugging her before looking down at her feet. "And there are babies!" She bent down and grinned, petting them before looking back at Stormfly.

Hiccup and you watched with small smiles, looking at one another as you both held each others hand.

"Hahaha! Well done, you two!" Stoick belted out a laugh as he bear hugged the two of you, lifting you both off the ground.

"Thanks, Dad!" Hiccup gasped out.

"Thank you, Chief!" You wheezed out, trying to catch your breath.

Stoick dropped the two of you before throwing his hands out as he watched the crowd. "Everyone! Grab your dragons! To the Great Hall!" He grinned, walking off and leaving Hiccup and you. "We finally have something to celebrate!"

•••

In the Great Hall, all the Vikings cheered, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Dragons flew above and landed by their owners.

"Where's Hiccup?" Hilda yelled to you over the noise. "I thought he was joining us!”

You looked around for a moment, spotting him in the crowd. You turned back to Hilda, jerking your head in his direction. "He's missing Toothless!" You replied, making her nod. "I'll go talk to him!" You gave Astrid the baby Nadder that was in your lap, getting up with a whistle which made D/N follow after you.

"This is the best holiday ever!" Fishlegs laughed, holding two of the babies. "Howsa baby!"

Snotlout smiled as he pets one of the baby Nightmares, laughing as it spit a little fire at him.

You walk over to Hiccup, slowing down your pace when he glanced at the floor. You gently placed a hand on D/N head as she cooed to Hiccup, making him look over at the two of you. "Hiccup, I know it's hard to see everyone with their dragons tonight." You started, bending down as he looked back at the floor. You smiled softly at him as you took both of his hands into yours. "You really did an incredible thing. Thank you, Hiccup." You cupped his face with both of your hands, quickly kissing him before engulfing him into a hug.

Hiccup sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, his body leaning on your slightly. "Y/N, where did Toothless go?" He asked, almost in a whisper.

You sighed, tightening your grip around him "I don't know." You looked at the doors behind Hiccup.

The doors slowly creaked open, revealing the Night Fury who looked around before perking up when he saw you.

You smiled brightly, biting your lip before pulling away. Your heart fluttered softly when you saw the lovesick smile on his face. You cleared your throat, gently pushing him back as you spoke. "Wow, it must suck being you. I don't think I would want to be you in this situation." You chuckled awkwardly, poking him in the chest as his face dropped. "You helped me find D/N and bring everyone's dragons back home!"

Hiccup scoffed, glaring at you slightly. "Yeah, you know, this is not helping, at all."

You smiled brightly as you pushed Hiccup, making him stumble backwards to keep his balance.

Toothless grunted, running towards Hiccup with a small smile.

"TOOTHLESS!" Hiccup gasped, running over to the dragon who started jumping up and down slightly. "Hey, bud!" The two watch one other before Hiccup embraces the dragon.

You smiled brightly, looking to the sides when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You leaned into Hilda's side as she rubbed her hand up and down your arm.

"Stoick!" Gobber interrupted, placing a hand on Stoick's back which made the chief look at his son.

Hiccup pulled away from Toothless, waving a finger in his face. "Bad dragon! Very bad dragon! You scared me to death!" Hiccup scolded the Fury, mumbling 'including Y/N' under his breath before shaking his head and looking back to Toothless. "Don't ever stay away that long again, and what is in your mouth?" He leaned forward, squinting when he noticed something in Toothless' mouth.

Toothless stood on his hind legs and dropped a spit cover helmet onto his head.

Snotlout and Astrid joined your side, the three of you groaning in disgust. You looked at Snotlout before petting the small Monstrous Nightmare that was in his arms, the two of you laughing when it nibbled on your finger.

The twins and Fishlegs also groaned in disgust, laughing slightly at the end.

Hiccup wiped some of the spit off his helmet and face, getting it out of his eyes. "Yeah, you found my helmet." He gasped, looking at Toothless with a grin. "What-hey! You found my helmet! That's where you've been?"

Toothless rumbled, nudging his face into Hiccups hand.

"Buddy, thank you! You are amazing!" Hiccup threw his arms around the dragon again. He backed away when D/N nudged him to the side, the two dragons purring as they rubbed against one another.

"Happy Snoggletog!" Astrid beamed.

You laughed, walking over to Hiccup, brushing his now wet hair out of his face. "Happy Snoggletog." You giggled, groaning playfully when he pulled you into a hug. "Hiccup!"

Hiccup laughed, smiling brightly. "Happy Snoggletog, Y/N."

•••

You sighed, looking up from your sketch book to see Toothless jumping on Hiccups roof, getting impatient by the minute. You rolled your eyes with a smile, turning back to your drawing.

Toothless roared, sliding down and sitting next to D/N.

"I'm coming, Toothless!" Hiccup reassured, walking over to where Toothless usually greeted. "Alright, bud, come on down. I was just-" He paused with slightly wide eyes, watching as you shoved your sketch book back into your satchel, getting off the Night Nadder and letting D/N sit next to Toothless.

Toothless and D/N both cooed at Hiccup and you once you joined his side.

Hiccup looked in front of the dragons, noticing their flying gear in the snow. "Guys, what'd you pull this out for?" He asked, walking over to the dragons. "You don't need this anymore. Come on, let's get going." Hiccup gently pushed Toothless' saddle to the side, reaching out to Toothless before he jumped over to your side, nuzzling into you.

You smiled, resting your arm on his head as he gurgled slightly. You rubbed your fingers behind D/N's ears when she stood on your other side. "He-They want this, Hiccup." You pointed to the flying gear that was on the ground before tugging at your gear that was draped over your body.

"What do you mean? You have your new tail now; D/N and you and fly with one other." He clarified, watching as Toothless circled around. "Toothless?"

Toothless rumbled, looking back at the prothetic tail as he opened and closed it. Looking back at the brunette, he smashed his tail into the ground, breaking the tail off.

"Toothless! Stop! What are you doing?" Hiccup cried, reaching out before looking at the dragon in disbelief.

You grinned, walking over to Toothless and picking up the red and white tail fin. You chuckled as Toothless pulled the saddle in front of him, D/N doing the same as they both chirped and cooed at Hiccup. "They miss this, Hiccup." You shrugged playfully, handing him the tail.

Hiccup looked down at the fin before looking at the two dragons; Toothless nudging his saddle with his claws and D/N holding the saddle in her mouth. Hiccup slowly turned to you, his mouth ajar.

You smiled softly, nodding your head, holding your hands out before running behind his house. You picked up his flying gear, carrying it over to him before dropping it on top of the fin. "Come on, teach me to dive."

•••

Winter in Berk lasts most of the year. It hangs on with both hands and won't let go.

Hiccup smiled, looking over to his right. "You exited, Dragon Mistress?" He called out, smirking slightly.

You laughed, nodding excitedly. "I sure am, Dragon Master!" You clapped your hand slightly, looking down at the ocean below.

The only comfort and warmth during the cold are those you kept close to you.

Hiccup looked back to Toothless, smiling softly as he unclipped his safeties. "Okay, bud, you ready?" He grinned as Toothless roared in reply. He unlooked his prothetic before glancing at you.

You gulped harshly, unclipping your safeties and standing on D/N back, wobbling before regaining your balance.

You both made eye contact with one another, Hiccup summersaulting off of Toothless while you swan dived off of D/N head.

"Yee-haw!" Hiccup cheered, making you laugh.

The two dragons dove after you both, roaring excitedly as they caught up with you both.

Hiccup and you dove side by side, grinning at one another as Toothless tapped Hiccup, making him spin.

Turns out, that was the best Snoggletog ever.

Hiccup stopped spinning, smiling sweetly as D/N and you spun around one another.

That year, we gave our best friends a pretty great gift.

Hiccup and Toothless reattached, Toothless wings opening up.

You grabbed onto D/N saddle, sitting down as you also reattached yourself.

"Whoo-hoo!" Hiccup beamed, turning to you with a grin.

"That..was..AMAZING!!" You cheered, throwing your arms up.

The two dragons flew past the snow covered trees, making them shake from the unexpected wind.

But they gave us a better one!

[flower-boi16]

Debunking Critisicms of Deku's decision to give up being a hero and become a teacher.

Ah yes chapter 430. The "controversial" OG final chapter of MHA that garnered many negative reactions across the internet due to how to ultimately ended off Deku as a character and cemented him to many as a joke of a protagonist.

It also the most overhated piece of fiction I think I've read. These takes have bothered me for a long while , so, I'm just gonna go through the arguments against Chapter 430, specifically about Deku's character here, because, hooo boy, there are a lot of bad faith takes to cover.

"Deku not choosing to continue being a hero after loosing his quirk makes him look like he has little confidence in himself without it/he never changed since the first chapter"

I literally never got this argument. First off this argument willfully ignores the fact that the series itself has consistantly established and hammered in the fact that you can't be a hero without a quirk, that is a rule that MHA sets up and other characters have followed it, Deku is just doing the same and yet people shit on him for it?

Yes, I know Knuckledaster exists but he's in a spin-off series completely seperate from the main series, and he is seemingly never mentioned once within the main series leading me to believe that none of the main characters really seem to know about his existance, so Deku still has no real reason to believe that he can be a hero without a quirk. Deku also coulden't have gotten the suit earlier either since technology wasn't at a point yet where more suits like this could be developed, and thanks to technology advancing it allows the creation of a far stronger suit that has a higher amount of durability to be able to greater withstand quirks since Iron Might, the first time we were ever shown this technology, was still shown to be fairly fragile and broke down. (Whether that makes sense or not you can debate all you want, but that would end up being more of a world-building issue than a character issue since characters are supposed to work with whatever worldbuilding the series has no matter how broken it may be)

Sure he could've gotten a prototype but we don't really know if it would have been strong enough for basic hero work. But even if Deku could've become a hero without his quirk all this time...the argument that him choosing not to continue living out his dreams of being a hero after loosing his quirk falls flat because he does EXACTLY THAT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!!!

All Might gives Deku an Iron Might suit and, without question, he immediantly takes it, choosing to continue living out his dreams of becoming a hero. If Deku not choosing to become a hero after loosing his quirk supposedly meant he had "not confidence in himself" without his quirk, than he woulden't have taken this option. But he does, meaning that he can have confidence in his abilities without his quirk.

(also the fact that this decison does not at all nulify any of Deku's past growth arcs throughout the series lmao)

"Deku becoming a teacher is underwhelming/not set up properly"

A lot of people see Deku becoming a teacher as underwhelming, but, personally, I don't really see it that way. Deku says that he wants to help guide and inspire others, being a teacher allows him to do exactly that, hell it even parralels All Might's mentor dynamic with him.

He's mentoring young students helping them become heroes just like his own mentor did, it fits his character quite well. There's also the fact that, again, Deku is given a suit from All Might, allowing him to continue living out his dreams. People act as if 430 was just "Deku becomes a teacher, the end lol" when he literally was given the option to continue living out his dream with his friends at the end of the chapter.

"Deku was forgotten by his friends and, by extension, the world"

He was not. It was explicitly stated within the chapter 430 that after they became adults it was getting harder for them to get the same day offs to meet up most likely due to having seperate jobs (Deku is a teacher, the others are all heroes) meaning that they do still commuinicate from time to time.

Class A didn't just forget about Deku, they just coulden't hang out with him anymore due to having seperate jobs. The plate kid (I forget his name lmao) also clearly reconizes Deku immediantly from seeing him, implying he's become fairly well known after, ya know, saving the world. I think it's pretty clear at that point that Deku wasn't forgotten by anyone.

"dEKu PeAKeD iN hiGhSChOoL11!"

Holy shit this one annoys me SO much. I don't really know what to say to this one other than that it's just...disengeniouse? Like, he literally saved the entire world on a live stream, was able to live out his dream that he was ridiculed for having for YEARS and then was given the option to continue to able to live out that dream. He became the world's greatest hero or at least a very well known hero, and he was able to achieve all of that at the age of 16.

That's a level of popularity I'm pretty sure most heroes would only achieve in their adult years, and Deku achieved that when he was still in highschool. That's actually something quite impressive his age and him becoming a teacher doesn't invalidate that at all. And, again, he's literally able to indulging his dream by the end of the series, why does everyone ignore that?

Look I'm not gonna say that this ending was perfect or anything, looking back I don't think it's as awful as some people make it out to be but there are a lot of things about The Final Act Saga I would critique, but, of all the critiques the throw towards Final Act, this is just not one of them.

[worlds-worst-ships]

Welcome to the home of the world's worst ships!

WARNING: BY ENTERING/INTERACTING WITH THIS BLOG, YOU AGREE TO ALL CONDITIONS OUTLINED IN THIS POST.

Hello there, I'm Jack Goodwin and this absolute affront to the natural order that I call a blog is where I take a break from the insane content I normally make to bring you fictional pairings that'll make your heart go "aw man, what in the..."

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Here's a post where I explain the point of the blog. I highly suggest you read it twice or more to make sure you understand.

Be warned: If you neglect this post and run your mouth in my comments, chances are I'll make fun of you in my videos and streams. Now then, down to business.

Are there two characters that absolutely should not be anywhere near each other, to the point where one should be getting a restraining order? Are there pairings in fiction that you couldn't be paid a quadrillion rubles to come up with on your own? Are you sick of all these picket-fence, vanilla pudding, ERENxMIKASA snoozefests that plague the internet? If so, you've come to the right place. Get your kissy-kissy lips on, find a slightly uncomfortable chair and LETS GET SHIPPING!!!

I have only FOUR RULES HERE:

You can say whatever you want here, so long as;

1. Its not discriminatory

Any sort of phobia/ism here is not welcome. This blog is for everyone, regardless of ethnicity, orientation or gender identity.

2. Its a joke,

and clearly a joke. We poke fun at each other here. Lets keep it fun.

3. Its true.

I have the power of google, and any misinformation will be swiftly corrected. When you are corrected, either accept it or be blocked. Misinformation and straight up lies are not welcome here.

4: You speak with the understanding that these characters aren't real people, nor do they represent them

These are cartoons. Works of fiction. They're not real. Please keep any deep-seated obsession with character's ethnicity, sexuality, age, background etc to yourself. Acting holier-than-thou and making that the subject of your personal issue with my posts doesn't make you a hero, nor is that the groundbreaking opinion you think it is, it just makes the jokes awkward and uncomfortable for many people here.

Aaaaanyways, now we've got that out of the way (and yes, I will add more rules as the need arises, don't test me)

I'll mostly be using the absolute maelstrom of doodoo I call a brain to come up with ideas, but if you'd like to submit some ideas of your own, feel free. Send it to my ASK box. Nothing illegal, past a certain point, please.

Oh, and the ask criteria/format is in the linked post below. (Anonymous asks are and will always be turned off, cuz I know that this site is full of pussies who can't talk shit on main)

JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T READ THAT POST, AS I KNOW MOST OF YOU WON'T: If you do not follow that exact format, I WILL DELETE YOUR ASKS ON SIGHT.

I REPEAT: I will not even CONSIDER posting them.

FUN FACT: After having this blog for multiple months with anonymous asks turned off, I haven't gotten a single hate message (other than that one kid who got made a fool out of). This is why they're off, in case you wondered.

Its also worth mentioning, some of you are new to the concept of comedy, so I'll write it nice and big for you (if you know what a crackship/joke is, then skip this paragraph): THIS IS A JOKE BLOG. A GIMMICK BLOG. A COMEDY BLOG. I DO NOT CARE EVEN SLIGHTLY ABOUT SHIPPING AS A CONCEPT MUCH LESS DO I EVEN KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT 9/10 OF THE CHARACTERS YOU'LL SEE HERE, SO IM JUST MAKING J O K E S. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED, THEN YOU HAVE KNOWINGLY CHOSEN TO BE OFFENDED WHICH IS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT. THANK YOU :)

I REPEAT this is a CRACKSHIP BLOG, so if you're deeply hurt by any of my polls, just know that nothing here reflects me as a person because none of what I post is serious. If anything you see after reading that causes you any emotional distress, it IS NOT my fault. Its funny, but its not my fault.

[dol-dogboy]

Nsfw ask meme this time!! Ft. Percy, Bowie, and Damon <3

After doing the sfw ask meme I knew I had to do this one too, so yeag :)

-> warning for typical DoL themes, I forgot what exactly though because this shit got so long I forgot what I wrote whoops!

1. What’s their position in bed? (top, bottom, vers, sub, dom, etc.)

Percy:

Dominant top!! They are a megalomaniac through and through, he needs to be the one in total control during sex at all times— if he ever does bottom then it’s in a ‘bottoming from the top’ sort of way…

… Unless they’re in heat. That’s the ONLY time they’ll ever sub for Anyone and even then he’s bitching about it the whole time

Bowie:

Submissive top leaning switch, likes bottoming and topping equally but. Well. People see his dick and are like I GOTTA have a piece of that

Damon:

Vers switch, leans dominant in most encounters though since he used to be wholly submissive all the time. Making up for lost time yknow??? True submission from him nowadays is very difficult to experience, unless he’s in a vulnerable mood with someone he trusts deeply

2. What turns them on/off?

Hooo boy lessee, turn ons subject to change my memory is shit sooo just consider this a blanket vibes list, might do a more in depth posts abt their kinks at a later date wink wink nudge nudge

Percy:

✅: Sadism (ofc), Knifeplay, Fearplay, Bloodplay, Dacryphilia, Humiliation (giving), Voyeurism, Predator/Prey, Stepping, Kicking, Biting, I’m just gonna start listing acts of violence by accident but well I mean it’s accurate—, Enjoys being worshipped

🚫: Pretty much take most of their turn ons except make it done to them that’s their turn offs, also feminization/misgendering/etc, that’s a one way street to getting him to despise you

Bowie:

✅: Humiliation (receiving), Praise, Degradation, Size difference, Groping, Orgasm denial, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Cumplay, Breeding, Pregnancy (<- sooo embarrassed by this esp with partners that don’t want kids 😭)

🚫: Having his arms specifically pinned or tied up freaks him out, degradation/humiliation that veers into a genuinely mean territory

Damon:

✅: Humiliation (giving), Bondage, Dacryphilia, Intoxication (all kinds <3), Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Biting/Marking, Collars, Petplay (to a point), Overstimulation, Size Difference, Marathon sex, Dumbification, Somnophilia, Tentacles, Corruption kink but it makes him feel guilty, Roleplay except he does Not take it seriously and he’s giggly the whole time, Gap moe <3

🚫: Hypnotism. Used to like it but shit happens and now it’s just an annoyance (could maybe be convinced to try it out again in the far future though), also something that doesn’t necessarily make him flaccid but does really take him out of sex is calling him stuff like ‘pet’, (dog related stuff is fine!) ‘doll’, ‘toy’, etc

Universal 🚫: Daddy/mommy stuff, any sort of -cestplay really, Piss/Scat/etc., Bestiality ig they probably never ponder the idea of that ever happening since I have it turned off, for a game about being raped none of them really like that very much 😔

3. How long does it take for them to climax?

Percy:

A While. Perks of having a low libido, since that just means he can hurt you longer <3

Cums stupidly fast during his heats and it humiliates him

Bowie:

It depends? Usually very fast though, if he’s trying his veryyyyy best to be a good boy and not cum without permission then he will try his damndest to only cum when he’s told to (with mixed results, he’s just so sensitive <\3)

Damon:

Another depends!! Sometimes he’ll draw things out to be a tease, but he also cums faster when he’s intoxicated, so it rly depends on the scene and setting tbh

4. Most sensitive part(s) of their body?

Percy:

… Their cunt, to their own chagrin. Being inside them brings out things during sex that Percy would Never show otherwise

Bowie:

His boobs and his dick (probably has something to do with the underground farms gel thing), can ABSOLUTELY cum solely from having his boobs played with

Damon:

Made his nipples hypersensitive when I started up his save bc hehe <3, messing with them is the easiest way to get him worked up he Will jump you if you tweak them a bunch

5. Easiest way to seduce them?

Percy:

Cry when he beats you. Like full blown bawling, he wants it to be as ugly and raw as possible— for more of a slowburn he just likes meekness in general

Bowie:

Emphasize your chest around him, whether that be by wearing a low cut top, going into positions where he sees as much of your chest as possible, etc. Doesn’t matter how little boob you have his eyes are going as wide as saucers

Damon:

Loves a fellow tease <3 being able to fall into a back and forth of flirting is just so fun to him, it certainly endears you to him pretty fast— also, for more hyper specific scenarios, someone who is usually more stern or serious either softening or perking up when they see him gets him throbbing INSTANTLY (gap moe fetish 😔)

6. How often do they masturbate?

Percy:

Maybe once a week? Two sometimes? Just ain’t a high priority for them

Bowie:

Well! Well. Well…. Every day. Multiple times a day. Especially if he hasn’t gotten milked in a while then he’ll spend like an hour just milking and cumming, He Hates It

Damon:

Not a lot, maybe once a week. Whenever he wants to inflict psychic damage on a partner/situationship. Sorry losers he’s actually out laying pipe and getting bitches

7. What’s their favorite position?

Percy:

Scissoring or any position similar to it, generally likes having either one or both of his partners legs over his shoulders so he can see how far they can be pushed down before they start saying that it hurts (gets a little disappointed if they’re very flexible)

Bowie:

Any position where he’s being ridden, and if he’s being penetrated then hm…. Whatever position requires the least amount of flexibility, I’d say push his face into the bed but then you wouldn’t be able to see his pretty tears :(

Damon:

How can he choose a favorite when they’re all so beautiful…. Supposes that he does have a special fondness for doggy style, either way <3

8. How did they lose their virginity?

Percy:

Forest. Black box for Landry. Two guys showed up. They’d really rather not think about it too hard

Bowie:

First punishment for not paying Bailey, some dogboys in an alleyway… there’s a reason he doesn’t like his arms pinned

Damon:

He forgor (said in a very serious tone)

9. Favorite place to have sex?

Percy:

Has a fondness for floor sex of any kind anywhere, though if he’s actually involved in sex (and not just like. Beating the shit out of you) then he wants it in private

Bowie:

If asked he would say in the bedroom, but that 6/6 exhibitionism stat says otherwise !!!

Damon:

That prayer room is his favorite room that has ever existed

10. Ever been caught having sex or masturbating?

Percy:

No, since technically beating people up isn’t sex

Bowie:

Yeah . Technically not masturbating but the amount of times he’s came in public Haunts Him

Damon:

Probably, not like he cares though lmaoooooooo

11. Are they loud or quiet?

Percy:

Quiet in terms of noises but they are a YAPPERRRRRR they cannot shut the fuck up about how much you suck when you have sex with them. During their heats though???? Has to make an active effort to not start whining and whimpering at the slightest touch

Bowie:

Crying, sobbing, whimpering, moaning like a porn star, whining, begging— I think you get the idea you Will have to manually shut him up yourself

Damon:

Another fuckin’ yapperrrr he refuses to shut up during sex, teasing and degrading and praising constantly, with certain partners he’s certainly trying to challenge them to shut him up. In terms of noises he’s actually pretty quiet, mostly just shaky breaths and groans, though he absolutely can be louder if you’re into that <3

12. Do they own any sex toys?

Percy:

Heavy are the hips that wear the strap. Also mostly has toys for sexual torture reasons, also an emergency dildo for himself cause sometimes fingers ain’t enough

Bowie:

Breast pumps for the milkers, sheepishly bought Alex a strap once, vibrator for when he’s gotta get those cream buns MADE!!!

Damon:

I can’t make an itemized list of sex toys when my brain is at half mast but yes he has a lot, primarily collars and ropes are his favorites, but he does have some hands on toys for enhancing sex— and since you can buy them at the sex shop in game I’ll include the fact that he Always has aphrodisiacs on him. Sometimes he just pops em for goofs

13. Do they prefer giving or receiving?

Percy:

Both? Giving in terms of pain and generally being in control, receiving in terms of you lapping at his cunt or licking his boots, as he rightfully deserves in his mind

Bowie:

Receiving lmao he can be a lil bit of a pillow princess at times, if you Tell Him to put in some more effort then he will though

Damon:

No preference <3

14. How often do they have sex?

Percy:

Depends on who they’re with really, Kylar is pretty needy but even then it’s only like… twice a week. Beating people up is a near daily thing however and that’s even better than sex so—

Bowie:

Also depends on who he’s with !! There was a while there where he and Alex were having daily creampies happen so truly he can go daily. Even multiple times a day. Please

Damon:

Every day as per the tf lifestyle, sometimes he can just legitimately forget and get seared with holy light at night though. And yet he never learns 😔

15. Their biggest sexual desire?

Ask vers here !

Percy:

To have someone completely at his mercy, bleeding and crying because of the pain HE inflicted. To be wholly in control of the situation, to have someone’s life held solely in his hands…. Yeah they’re pretty normal about that

Bowie:

He wants to get teased and denied so much he’s writhing and crying in overstimulation, particularly with his sexual partner sitting above him, only juuust barely brushing against his dick— biggest desire is getting his ass bullied basically!! But then being pampered even though he’s the one that just rearranged his partners guts

Damon:

That would be like choosing a favorite child for him… maybe it’s flustering and embarrassing someone who’s usually all big and strong? Orrr being hopped up on aphrodisiacs so every touch feels ten times more intense? Super long marathon sex until someone passes out? So many decisions…….. or maybe it’s that he wants to be intimately held and loved and finally be able to trust someone with his full submission but he’s shovin’ THAT one down into the deepest pits of his mind!!!

16. What’s the best term to describe your OC sexually?

Percy:

Vengeful Sadist, the game really hit the mark with that one

Bowie:

Crybaby sub

Damon:

Boytoy except he isn’t fully jiving with it

17. Their bra or dick size?

I do not know the sizes of bras or dicks at a glance but yknow. I’ll try my best !

Percy:

‘Budding’ itty bitty boobs. I’m talking those cute lil mosquito bite boobs (they would hate if you pinched their boobs but I personally am advocating for pinching their boobs pls). They got clitoromegaly so their clit is a lil smaller than the size of a thumb, I’d say 2 inches or so long??

Bowie:

Enormous boobs and dick, boobs are big enough to have serious heft when held, dicks big enough to make you go “oh their poor hole…” about whoever he’s fucking. It��s definitely bordering on a foot

Damon:

Flat chest, large dick, he takes dick enhancement pills because he thinks it’s funny. His dick is far more manageable than Bowie’s but still big ! Six inches maybe? Bigger? Idk

18. What do they think about when they masturbate?

Ask vers here !

Percy:

They don’t masturbate very often, but whenever they DO it’s usually after they just got worked up beating someone up… so usually he’s just thinking back on how absolutely helpless they looked, the blood dripping down their face, etc etc

Bowie:

A lot of things really, but the biggest one is just… imagining someone’s body, particularly their chest, just playing that visual over and over in his head makes him so insanely horny. He’s the most likely to jack it over porn mags out of the trio

Damon:

Surprisingly doesn’t jack off as much as you’d think, after all he can just go out and fuck someone whenever he wants to……. He does like stealing fuckbuddies/partners clothes and jacking off while wearing em though, for ultra pervert points, plus it always get a very.. fun reaction out of whoever he does it to when they find out <3

19. What’s their sexual orientation?

When told the definitions for certain orientations, the only one who would choose to label himself is Bowie, who is pan! Percy and Damon don’t really care about labels like that (tiring for the former, confusing for the latter), so they’re both unlabeled queers! They just do whatever they want always

20. What’s their favorite thing to do sex-wise?

Percy:

Stepping probably, he loves those damn boots y’all—

Bowie:

Creampie-ing honestly. Either way it just happens more with him in someone else, but him getting creampied would rewire his brain

Damon:

Loves oral, big oral fixation, something he finds hot either way but he does have a slight preference for being collared and performing oral on his partner, and the only way he’s allowed to get off is by humping at their leg <3

21. Weirdest place they’ve had sex?

Percy:

Kylar loves fucking them in alleys

Bowie:

Barn probably

Damon:

Tentacle plains, weird But he loves it

22. Their favorite place on the body to be kissed?

Percy:

Inner thighs (Not on his scars), something about the soft fondness in worshipping him makes him. Feel weird in a way he doesn’t like thinking about

Bowie:

Cheeks or forehead, it’s so sweet it makes him emotional

Damon:

Neck and lips! It’s romantic… makes him fall into the small fantasy that he’s capable of loving and being loved for a moment

23. Worst sex experience?

Percy:

See answer 8!

Bowie:

See answer 8 as well!

Damon:

Hm. Sex with Harper at the asylum. Both the best and the worst. The best in the moment, he felt so loved and appreciated… but after the fact he realizes that he was appreciated only for being an interesting subject. He wasn’t really anything to him. That makes him feel empty inside.

24. Have they ever orgasmed more than once in one go?

Percy:

During that time with the two guys in the forest yeah, but during regular sex he most certainly wouldn’t unless it was Very Long

Bowie:

He has the orgasm addict trait I think that’s answer enough. He’s never fully satisfied only cumming once during sex, he’s came ten times in one go for his chef job lmao

Damon:

Yeag <3 he loves overstimulation and marathon sex soooo much he loves going until either he or his partner have been fucked stupid

25. How often do they think about having sex?

Ask vers here !

Percy:

If you go by Percy’s definition of sex which includes stuff like ‘breaking someone’s nose by kicking them in the face’ then it would be quite a bit… but, like, traditional pants off sex? Ehh like twice a week, maybe three, they have a surprisingly low libido for someone living in doltown

Bowie:

… Like once or twice a day, maybe even more if he’s pent up, but he’s completely humiliated by it. He has to jerk off daily because he can’t stop thinking about it… its a Problem

Damon:

If you leave him to his own devices then he will inevitably start thinking about having sex. It’s both in his lustful nature and also just kinda required for his incubus lifestyle, just part of his stream of consciousness now it’s normal for him

26. Are they self-conscious about any part of their body?

Percy:

Teeth 100%, was drilled into their brain when they were younger that their teeth are ugly and it still takes him a lot of effort to not instinctually cover his mouth when smiling

Bowie:

Everything <3 there’s not a single thing about his body that he can’t find something to be insecure about

In particular though? Mentioned before but his heights a big one, also deeply insecure about his tits for a variety of reasons (leaking milk is humiliating, everyone keeps on thinking he’s a woman, everyone Always points them out, etc)

Damon:

No not really, all of his self consciousness is aimed at the inside— other than like, sometimes he gets a little frustrated with his height purely because he has a lower strength threshold so protecting people he cares about is a bit harder, but even then 99% of the time he likes his height

27. How long does sex normally last with them?

Percy:

Depends. They can have torture sessions that go on for hours if they’re feeling manic and/or furious enough for it

Bowie:

Whatever you want ! But like he can go for sooooo long if you’ll let him 🥺 pretty please? 🥺

Damon:

Note answer 24, this can literally last several hours if you can match his freak. Even if you or he passes out there’s always the permission there to Keep Going until BOTH of you are down

28. Are they serious during sex or do they like to laugh?

Percy:

Pretty serious, if they get into their own head and start babbling degrading shit then they start to get a bit more maniacally giddy over the whole thing

Bowie:

Depends on the mood being set, but usually he falls pretty squarely into the role of weepy submissive on his own, can get giggly if the sex is softer <3 it’s real cute

Damon:

The sillayyyyyyyyyy, unless he’s gotten firmly into the role of mean dom then he is a silly lil bastard he’s cracking jokes and making fun the whole time, sex is Supposed to be nice and fun and chill to him so damnit he’s gonna make it nice and fun and chill!!

29. Wild-card. Give us a fun fact!

Percy:

He’s got a thick bush and happy trail, and when they’re older they get a harrier chest and arms too, I love body hair <3

Bowie:

Closest thing to him domming is sometimes when he reallllly wants to please his partner he’ll just press their back to his chest and fingerfuck their brains out, all while probably groping at their chest with the other hand, it’s like the horny spirits overtake him and he’s just humping against their back babbling about how he’s doing a good job right? You feel good right? Pretty please tell him he’s good he’s so hard please—

Damon:

Gets weird possessive streaks where he can’t help but just maul his partners neck with bites, just gets the urge to mark ‘em up randomly when he’s usually pretty lax about ‘possession’ stuff

[minty-mumbles]

Linked Universe Survey 2023

The long awaited results of the survey. Sorry it took me forever, making graphs is hard.

There were 452 responses to the survey as a whole, which is almost double what we got last year, so thank you to everyone who participated!

If you want to see the raw data, you can find that here. I had thoughts about the data, but compiling that into another post would be too much of a hassle. Feel free to send me asks about it though!

The rest of the post will be under a read more as it it large

Demographics

Other: Demigirl (4), Transmasc (3), Grey genderfluid, Unlabeled, Demiboy, Demiagender

Other: Omnisexual (4), Poly (2), Trixic, Abroromantic or Bellusromantic, Demisexual

General Questions

Other: Quotev, Discord, their own google docs

Other: Discord, Variations of "I haven't posted yet, but I pan to" and "I haven't posted my fics in ages",

Other: Wattpad, Deviantart, Discord

Other: Crochet dolls, Custom dolls, Roleplay blogs (2), Fan translations, Headcanons (2), Piano music

The purple section in the “Warriors vs Warrior” chart is supposed to read “Warrior.” I made a typo.

Favorites and Least Favorites

Selected Free Response Answers

im sorry warriors i just can't play your game (it is very very hard. i am stuck very early on in the game)

I love cats meow meow meow

was extremely tempted to put twilight for least favorite. unfortunately he is my favorite to write from the perspective of (he has taken over most of my wips. help) and that probably counts for something. WILD on the other hand. hooo boy how the hell do i characterize this gargoyle. why is he Like That. least favorite it is

Twiddy

very good fandom to be in :) everybody is very nice

It's a straight up crime that Wars lost the aesthetics poll so quickly. He has such a peak Link design with the best colors. Ugh I'm getting wistful.

FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS.

I will fight Hylia herself and the next person who implies Twi can't handle spice. If we're going to lean into him being southern/Midwestern, which is an alright stero type for our rancher, please keep in mind the culture you're basing him off. The south and midwest can handle their spice, I assure you. Have you ever had authentic Louisiana gumbo? It will melt you tongue off. Or some good old fashion spicy fried chicken? I promise the real stuff has quite a kick. (In all seriousness, though. It's more important that you're having fun. And even I can admit the idea of Twi being an Ordonian who can't handle his spice is more than a little funny.)

I am an OoT Link edgelord and have been since early 2017. So, in September of that year, when an artist by the name of jojo56830 puts out a lineup of nine different Links and the Hero of Time is there – the oldest, no eye, Hero’s Shade armor? I saw that one sketch and just thought “oh this is gonna be bad.” Yeah of course he has the coolest design. By the way, it’s only a matter of time until Fierce Deity shows up in the comic and I have reason to believe it could be this current Dawn arc. Dawn … Dawn of a New Day … and who brought about the Dawn of a New Day? Fierce Deity. Twilight is recovering but still injured and what will happen if he falls again? Fierce Deity is coming and we need to be prepared. In this essay I will—

Remember that time when someone put the whole script of the bee movie in here? I’m not that dedicated, and I don’t have that time, but let us remember and hope someone else does it again this time. Cause someone is bound too. We’re all crazy enough to do it. Alright, love you and stay hydrated pls!

Hi! I joined this fandom really recent but i’ve always seen LU stuff on pinterest and elsewhere. Only recently have i actually took the time to understand the fandom and get back into LOZ stuff and i adore the characters and story! The more and more fanart, fanfics, and comics i see about the different Links the more i love them all. It’s such a pain to pick just one i like or one i don’t like because they’re all so unique. I love this fandom and hope to get more involved!! Have a wonderful rest of your day :]

Epona is an underrated queen

your mom

I really don't get why Zelda is called Artemis. Athena makes more sense???? It perplexes me

Anyone seeing this should check out Breanna’s E!Wild AU

Something something queer every Link into oblivion!

[ratwithhands]

1 - Diantha security detail comic

2 + 3 - Emmet's UDF uniform vs Kalosian Guard uniform

4 - Lore/Background comic

Hooo boy ok so this idea has been simmering on the backburner for a while now. So Legends Z-A had its trailer released a few days back and I figured I'd make something around it. I know logically it's going to be a game set in the past but I found myself wanting to work on something more futuristic/sci-fi which is why we have our little Cyber Emmet here.

There's a lot of different things to mention so I'm just gonna break them down by the images.

1:

Diantha is attending a conference/ceremony where she will be discussing the plans for the urbanization of Kalos with the assistance of neighbouring tech giant and long time trade partner Unova. As a sign of goodwill, the Unovan Defense Force sent several people to either work as security or to help organize and prepare the ceremony. Among the list of people is Emmet, who was recently "working with" the UDF, and who is going to serve as Diantha's bodyguard for the event

Emmet's uniform was made by a mix of Unovan and Kalosian designers. It's meant to mimic the shapes while still keeping aspects of his Unovan uniform (mainly the collar, cuffs, and silver trim). He is carrying a handgun from his UDF uniform, however due to the public nature of the event, he is using his charge pistol instead of his wired pistol. He's also using a different face shield, using a silver one as opposed to his black one, since it better matches the uniform he's wearing for the event

Diantha's fur coat still has the angel wing shape. This isn't lore relevant I just couldn't fit the full thing onto the panel but it's definitely there

2 + 3:

Emmet uses a wired pistol (left side holster) and a charge pistol (right side holster). Both are standard issue firearms used by the UDF, however charge pistols are more common thanks to them being easy to hold and carry. A wired pistol connects to a battery pack of some kind to fire at a greater speed, whereas a charge pistol will generate its own power but take longer to fire and load. Emmet's wired pistol connects to the battery network that powers his body, allowing him to take advantage of his fast reflexes by using his faster weapon

Emmet doesn't get anything to wear for his Unovan uniform! Part of the contract he signed for his cybernetics states that he can't cover the prostheses unless it could lead to a breach in confidentiality (such as going to a foreign region or appearing in public outside of work reasons) since he's meant to effectively advertise the quality and construction of the body built for him. Of course he refuses to go outside completely naked to fight so the UDF got him a cropped version of his coat and shoes so he can have some more cover

The face shield is meant more for form than function. Technically the only purpose they serve is to cover his face when he's out on patrol, though it can also act as a screen to show him information about what he's seeing (kind of like an AR headset). He could technically get the screen function though cornea implants but he's not doing that + he wants the anonymity provided by the shield

Sections of the body can split open or be removed. The front abdominal panel can do both due to the different processing mechanisms inside needing easy access for repair/maintenance. Limbs can be swapped for different prostheses provided they have a compatible socket

The sockets in Emmet's back can be used to power other weapons/devices if he has a compatible cable. Emmet was given a bag of different attachments and cables to hook into his back so he can power a range of things from phones to laser rifles

He has removable skin. Any shot of him with the black body is the body without skin. In situations where he could possibly have skin showing or he is required to wear something that shows more skin, he'll have material rolled over the sections of his body that will be visible so they look more normal

4:

Emmet got run over by a train ♥ long story short is that he went to rescue a passenger who had fallen off the platform and miscalculated how much time he had before the train pulled in. Once he got stabilized in the hospital afterwards, he only has around 30% of his original body intact, along with some sections they were able to somewhat repair but required new hardware being installed in order to return their function. Anything under the waist and a large portion of his arms were crushed beyond repair and as such, he's been connected to different machine to mimic the functions of his organs

The UDF (in a rather scummy play) contacted Emmet for business, asking him to sign a contract that would ensure he would live by letting them test their confidential new tech on him. He is the only ethical candidate they have for testing such prostheses so to get him to agree, they offer to cover the cost of everything relating to his health and work, as well as paying him a salary for the trouble. Since the only other options are "die slowly" or "lose all self sufficiency and go bankrupt living in hospital", he agrees, and so begins his second job as a living experiment and tool for the UDF

I think that's the most I've written for one post yikes. This isn't even everything but I'll cut it here because my hands are not pleased with me typing.

I still have a lot to think about for this concept, mostly what kind of work Emmet will do while overseas in Kalos and whether something dangerous enough will happen to warrant him using his body for what it was made for. That might be funny, only two settings and they're "I love macarons :)" and bloodshed.

Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this dump, feel free to ask on anything (it helps me write too ^^). See you later and have a nice day!

[greennoobartist]

So, Lily isn't your real name? Or isn't any flower your real name? Intrestinggg. So I have a few questions regarding this if you don't mind. I personally am named Lily, and I think it's a really cool name. (Not biased whatsoeverrrrr)

Do you not use your real name for online safety?

How did your nickname end up being Lily/something flower-related? (If you don't mind me asking)

Do you refer to yourself as Lily in your head bc I've seen on posts you will refer to yourself as "Lily", is that just online, or do you find yourself calling yourself Lily when you're by yourself?

Oooh you're asking deep questions, buddy :DDD I DEFINITELY don't mind!! Just a late reply bcuz life is getting busy my bad

But yeah, Lily isn't my real name and my real name actually doesn't trace back to any kind of flower :) Now to answer your questions:

Yep! Mainly for online safety ^^ It's also bcus my real name isn't that common and known worldwide and im a bit insecure and think that ppl would mispronounce it often so I went with smth simple and more known :)

The origin of my nickname, how it ended up being Lily, is thanks to my one and only OC, named Lily lmao. Basically I use her as my avatar or i think ppl also call that a sona. I first created her before deciding on using her as a sona and taking her name as well XD Why is it flower related is bcuz i love flowers and bcuz of her little long plot i definitely should explain one day cuz its LONG:) :)) :

Hooo boy, referring to myself. Ok, so uhhh... This is kinda smth a definitely crazy person would be doing, it's a bit complicated and a long story if you don't mind. And again, warning, i don't mind if you call me insane or crazy or whatever after this XD Why I refer to myself as Lily on posts is for several reasons, mostly just for online privacy purposes. Now, how do I refer to myself when im talking to myself IS actually Lily, and the reason is definitely nuts but it also explains why i refer to myself as Lily online as well XD Uhh, okay, so like.... Mmghhh... English isn't my native, yk? It's my first fluent language, BUT, here's the thing: i got so attached to it that i actually use it MORE than my native, like WAAY MORE, and i use it so often that ppl often don't believe me when I say it's not my native and I also have better grades than all of my classmates who were born in America lmao XD So like, i got attached to English like a whole lot that: I think on English, speak to myself on English, often use English phrases and sayings in regular days (both out loud and to myself), when making notes they're on English, cartoons always watched on English, books are more oftenly read on English, better at English grammar and punctuation on English, wider vocabulary on English than my native, and alst but not the least, even hecking writing on English a very long fanfiction that, maybe a bit strange, i never wrote a story in my native and yet im writing one on English. So, to wrap or up, English is like my second native to describe it as accurately as I can XD Since I got attached to it this much, the English name "Lily" was way easier to use when talking to myself. But, im sorry, there's another reason. The third reason is bcuz of the demon that possessed me lately and is making me look like a DID idiot (TSoTT Shadow) Basically now thanks to that guy, when im talking to myself i literally imagine him talk to me, like an Imaginary friend or a hallucination or smth. So when I refer to myself as Lily, in my mind he's saying it and ofc sometimes when he's talking to me he'll call me out by my name :)

This turned out way longer than I initially thought XD Im not sure if this makes any sense but that's it actually :)

TLDR: Ye, for online safety. It's flower related cuz I love flowers. Lily is bcuz of my OC. I do refer to myself as Lily in my head but that was originally just for online. After this demon possessed me, now it's outside of online as well :)

Thank you for asking this was fun to answer since it's a reeeeaallly long story XD ❣️

[minsungchronology]

My Personal Opinions on Minsung's Dynamic (2023)

Disclaimer: I am not trying to pass off my opinions as facts. This is my personal interpretation of what is laid out right in front of us. I could be completely off base because I don’t know these guys personally, so take this with a grain of salt and feel free to disagree!

I feel like this is the year where they’re as blatant as they possibly get.

This year, a lot more eyebrow raising moments come about. Ironically, a lot of them completely go under the radar under more popular moments (I.e: the neck kiss) that can be explained away as normal skinship (Han has kissed other members on the neck before) or even fanservice.

LK and Han seem a lot more settled into themselves as the year progresses. However, a lot of the habits we’ve seen of them have not changed one bit. The way they act (in concerts especially) directly parallels to how they were during all of those fansigns back in 2018. They’re always goofing off together, always finding ANY kind of way to interact. Sometimes I don’t even think they realize they’re in their “own world” at times cause it seems so habitual at this point. Someone who has seen the group in person has said it’s a lot more (extreme?) if you drift off to the side and pay close attention to those two.

This year (I don’t put fan sightings or airport pics, except the Jeju one lmao) there’s been an array of fan sightings (+ a few direct stories of their hangouts) of them during their off time as well. Like in previous years, they always seem to find a way to spend time together outside of work.

Now for a moment that I haven’t seen being talked about a lot:

Apart from their concert shenanigans, I think this one is one of the most telling. It’s during the YT live they have before Lollapalooza with Seungmin and I.N – the one where LK has the zoomies. LK asks Han for his hotel room number and Han laughs because he obvs can’t give it away on live (a lot of people freaked out about this but that’s not the part that made me raise my eyebrows at all, there was nothing questionable about that imo). It’s Seungmin’s reaction, rather. As soon as LK/Han are within a closer distance and Han responds, he literally scoots up closer to the camera to block them and stays frozen for a while. I tried to think of any other reason why that happened, but nothing else seems to come to mind.

Moments that got a kick out of me:

Han stomping his feet as soon as LK strips off his coat (for him, not for the fans 😭😭😭) during Sydney day 2, as he was watching him through the big screen.

LK being V.I.P to Han’s muscles and blatantly checking him out before Han covers himself up during the one of the later dome tour concerts.

Han twirling his butt for LK (im not making this up) during the soundcheck before the second Los Angeles concert and the look LK gives him as he’s approaching. 😵‍💫

And the long-awaited moment I’ve been itching to talk about. Maniac Tour - Sydney day 1.

Hooo boy.

There’s a lot to unpack, but I don’t want to go into details at all, for good reason (I think it’s pretty clear if you watch the clips). The way they were acting throughout that concert had me speechless, like they couldn’t turn off their giddiness for one second. Take a shot every time Han’s butt gets smacked/touched in that day alone. LK getting on YT live a couple of days after and trying to explain the ~lower body workout~ they had. If you notice how nervous he was trying to explain himself- 😵‍💫

Han couldn’t even sit down prop– *gunshots*

But anyways, it’s the most sus moment between them I’ve ever seen.

And 5-Star promotions. It was a time when Han was feeling noticeably under the weather. If you watch all throughout that period, Lee Know is so attentive and watchful of him. While Han strikes me as a “words” kind of person (case in point: their 2 kids show episode, Han was doing most of the talking lmao), Lee Know comes across as an “acts of service” type of guy. You’re not really going to hear him wax poetic about the members, but you’ll see his love for them through his actions. This is so evident here. You can see how much LK cares about him; the love he has for Han has always been so obvious, since the beginning.

From what we’re able to see, LK never seems to pressure (or even playfully tease) Han to act a certain way. He lets him be, all while being super attentive and being playful/funny as a way to make him feel better.

Also, Han being the one to write and share “Want So Bad” (+ the times during the tour where he pointed at LK when fans would show him husband/boyfriend/girlfriend posters; I wasn't able to find the footage paired w/ the posters of those moments unfortunately) makes all of this so bittersweet. Especially when you look back at his reactions towards LK in 2018 with anything “flirty” or potentially anything that toes the platonic line (i.e: the feelings discussion in the 1st 2KR). Having that little insight really pieces a lot of things together, especially when you go back and watch their moments from previous years. Again, they've come so far. 😭😭

My personal opinion:

I believe this is the year they want us to know, or rather the fans who have long suspected something going on between them.

Here, they’re at their 5th year of being idols (almost 6 years as a group). At this point, they know just how much they can get away with. The act of shipping is pretty ubiquitous amongst different groups because of the conditions we see them in (members are in constant close proximity with each other and we constantly see them interact). Which makes it easy for fans to partake in the act of shipping. These guys have been shipped with each other (and with other members!) for years now.

Skinship, Shipping, and “Bromance” isn’t exactly discouraged at all either. There’s a long history of fans shipping idols together, within and outside of their groups. Fanservice surrounding this is also widespread. I’ve followed enough groups over the years to notice certain/similar patterns amongst the shipping side of the fanbase and the idols concerned.

Which is where Minsung come in.

A few of the things they do (or the group as a whole, rather) can be passed off as just that (some of the 'ments at the Japan DOME concert tour come to mind), but a lot of things we’ve seen over the years cannot be explained away with FS or even SKZ-typical skinship and flirting. The “slip-ups” (I.e: Sydney day 1 lmfao) and the consistent patterns of their behavior I’ve compiled throughout these videos (I.e: LKs behavior in 2018, 2022, and 2023, especially) are at the tip of the iceberg.

There’s the “you’re my boyfriend, too” moment. The reason why I believe it made the final cut in the vlog was because it’s directly quoted from a show (also telling of how clever LK is). A moment like this could easily be written off as FS, however, it’s their reactions to it all that make me believe it’s legitimately a safe but clever way of saying something (before the more blatant Want So Bad was even written). As soon as LK jokingly says that his Gimpo friend is his boyfriend, he looks straight at Han and says “right?”, as if trying to egg on a reaction from him. Han visibly looks taken aback, like he was almost about to choke on his food, probably not expecting LK at all to say anything like that. But Han (probably also familiar with that quote) says “What about me?”. And LK responds accordingly.

Also, Felix/Changbin did a SKZ record love duet a couple of years back. Chan also suggested Felix do one with him during a (2KR?) episode. He recently released one with I.N too. It’s not exactly foreign to them.

Artists of the opposite sex collab on love songs/duets all the time. But I obviously don’t think any of the other members are more than platonic in any way shape or form because they don’t have consistent actual eyebrow raising moments that can’t be explained away with SKZ’s usual brand of jokey and/or playful flirting (i.e: CB/HJ’s dynamic), their no-boundary skinship, or run-of-the-mill fanservice that’s not unusual in the industry.

Opinions on the 2 Kids Show Episode (cause someone asked me about it and I thought it would be appropriate to add it onto here):

FIRST THINGS FIRST…

I am shocked by the near lack of teasing from Changbin. I thought he was going to go all the way with the teasing (in a similar fashion LK did with Felix and CB). He did get a few couple of things in though (Like how Han said he was too tired to go back to his dorm after he hung out with LK even though they live a floor apart) and CB being like “ooooh wow that’s a creative excuse”.

I’m also surprised, but not surprised by the vague description of “Want So Bad” from Han. First, during his Q&A on bubble, and then during the 2KS episode. To me, that speaks volumes. Especially when you compare it with how Han normally speaks about his work and with how other members (who also did love songs) spoke about their own duets. 

And them saying certain things about their bond, but then kind of contradicting themselves minutes later is interesting??? A lot of things were kept vague-ish throughout the episode - compare with Felix/Changbin being more open/specific about their friendship and joking about certain things like the pre debut kiss vs Minsung being more lowkey-ish.

If Minsung just released “Want So Bad” without doing much of anything questionable, then I would honestly believe they are just friends because, again, love duets aren’t exactly foreign to the group.

But take all of the genuinely eyebrow raising moments + the love song (and its more specific lyrics, i.e: the cosmos flower mention; get closer I'm not playing around) + the near lack of/vaguer discussion compared to other SKZ records/try to compare their "discussion" to I.N/Chan's and Felix/Changbin's + Han specifically saying as he went over the lyrics he was reminded of LK. It paints a pretty damning picture IMO.

Which is why I believe they’re using whatever they have within their means (the pervasive shipping culture, the industry’s familiarity with fanservice, other things that overlap with what other members have done/said in the past like the the duets, etc.) to say as much as they can possibly say without damaging their careers and possibly the careers of the people surrounding them.