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New One Shot WIP!!

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NEW FIC DROP!!!

MLB CHAOTIC DUO - How It Started is up!!

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Happy Pride Month to these kings, all who celebrate, and those who can’t. The world is weird, wonderful and bigger than anyone can imagine– with a place in it just for you. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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honestly i never thought the phrase “i want that twink obliterated” was like a sexual thing. like when i read the phrase i imagine “a meteor like the one that killed the dinosaurs is summoned from the heavens and hits the twink in question” type situation

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WIPs Update!!

Life is determined to fuck me over hence the inactivity till recently. But I have not forgotten the promised fic updates and BuckyNat x Reader one shot three parter. Writer’s block is a bitch, but I am actively fighting her. (Trying to take my time instead)

However, I have watched Thunderbolts recently and as such feel inspired to write a Bucky x Mutant!Reader fic. (I’m thinking she’ll be fire based powers and former unwilling pit fighter) Is that something y’all would be interested in?

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Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet

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its that time of the year

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this quote from hbomberguy’s plagiarism video really resonated with me:

“creative people have trouble recognising their skills as skills, because eventually they feel like second nature. […] this stuff really is valuable. if it wasn’t, people wouldn’t be stealing it. creativity doesn’t feel special or unique until you realise people have to plagiarise it”

your craft is and always will be valuable, please never let anyone make you doubt that

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How It Started

(MLB Chaotic Duo Series Part 1)

Summary: Adrien finally has enough, Marinette is so done already and the new Guardian of the Miraculous Box is ready to quit already.

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A/N: I forgot to post this on Tumblr, but as always likes, constructive criticism, and reblogs are appreciated! Enjoy!!

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Esper Fu liked to think she was a fairly reasonable person, that after being raised and taught by her great uncle, nothing could truly phase her. But her great uncle suddenly reappearing in her life again after almost a decade of radio silence to pass guardianship of the Miraculous Box to her then promptly dying can really fuck with your mental. Especially when you consider the fact that the only reason she came back to Paris was to open up the bookstore cafe that she’d always dreamed of with her wife. Not recruiting children to fight some whack job with delusions of grandeur.

Naturally, as a sane adult she was against dragging literal children into this inevitably trying and dragged out battle and was willing to take on this burden herself with the help of a close friend with combat experience. Ya know, adults who know how to fight and shit. Not some lanky fashion designer’s kid who fences and models or a clumsy bakers’ daughter with a passion for fashion. She’d rather not regularly endanger two CHILDREN because some asshole wanted to play supervillain.

But apparently that’s “just not how this works” because they’ve “been deemed worthy” and “you know better than to try and change the fates of others”. That last one was a low blow. The only one on her side was Plagg but considering he loves stirring the pot that doesn’t really mean much.

So, here she is entrusting continuing her uncle’s work at the behest of her wife and giving two of the most powerful miraculouses to two teenagers. Though, to be clear she doesn’t doubt that they can rise to the challenge (given some non negotiable training by her) but they shouldn’t have to. They’re kids, they should get to enjoy their childhoods. But honestly how much trouble could they be?

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~Later That Same Morning~

Adrien Agreste considered himself to be a fairly decent person. Now you may be wondering why he didn't say good. Most people consider themselves to be good regardless of the truth. Hell, the public considered him to be good. The radiant, dreamy, and carefree model and heir of the Agreste Fashion Company. His mother used to tell him how good he was all the time.

But, he has a hard time believing that when most good people wouldn't threaten to burn their father's company to the ground. (Even if his father was asking for it)

It's not so much about his father. He couldn't care less about him. It's more about the thousands of employees he has. (Not including Nathalie of course, she can rot too)

But until he can get access to the savings account his mother set up it is what it is.

Or so he thought. But Chloe, his best (and only) friend that he's finally been able to get into contact with, can help him.

She's always had a good poker face and with the hard drive copies & clouds she made to store the child labor law violations and verbal abuse (in addition to his own). Now, he can finally get some freedom from this monochromatic nightmare of a house. In addition to access to all the money he’s earned over the past few years modeling. Two thirds going into the aforementioned savings account made by his mother and the rest into his personal account.

So, with a sour look on his face Gabriel Agreste has no choice but to allow him to go to Duponté with Chloe and have Nathalie hand over the card to Adrien’s personal account.

Now, Adrien practically skips out the house in a maximalist outfit with questionable accessories that would make Ms. Frizzle proud. His new school satchel is personalized much the same way with an atom keychain and whale shark coin purse. His Pop Tart wallet in hand (seriously where and when did this boy manage to get these clothes and that atrocious wallet? Gabriel wondered to himself) as he declared he was getting a McGriddle and hash browns from McDonald’s before school. Ignoring Gabriel’s shouts of ruining his diet as the boy merely put on his aviator sunglasses from his loud bomber jacket’s inner pocket.

As the door slammed shut, Gabriel shook his head, “He really is like his mother,” Nathalie muttered under her breath as she shuddered.

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All Marinette wanted was to have a normal mundane day, not whatever the hell was happening right now. . .

But she’d apparently “been chosen to aid in the fight against evil” or something like that. She honestly wasn’t really listening as she was too busy freaking out over the talking bug thing, a . . .kwami? She and her new partner apparently also couldn’t know one another's identity for the “sake of safety and the greater good”. And while it was pretty cool and ripped straight out of a comic book, that also meant that the villains were too. And honestly, who could be afraid of someone who unironically wore a bald cap? She hoped the akuma’s outfits would look better over time, though she doubted it. Seriously, who wears a bald cap at all let alone like that?

But after she had purified the akuma after everything, she soon found that she apparently had a time limit? Now she knew how Cinderella felt as she crash landed in her bedroom before de-transforming. She winced at the sound and the feeling of bouncing onto the floor face first, sprawled on the floor. Luckily it seemed her parents were still downstairs in the pasturiere boulaganse baking and attending to customers.

Of course though, before Marinette could get up she heard the sound of one of her precious plant babies pots breaking before something, or more like someone, landed on her. Groaning to herself she sat up in alarm and annoyance at her intruder. Hearing the bell of her new partner’s super suit and feeling the “tail” brush her, her brows furrowed into confusion. A momentary flash of green somewhat blinded her and next think she knew, her new supermodel classmate Adrien Agreste sat grinning at her in his quite frankly somewhat of an eyesore outfit. (Not that it was terrible, it was well coordinated, just so bright that it literally made her eyes sore if she looked for too long)

“Hello m’lady! Got any cheese and sweets? We have much to discuss,” he grinned at her.

Marinette sighed a deep bone weary sigh. There was just one rule we had to abide by for this whole superhero thing.

“It hasn’t even been a full day yet and you’ve already broken the one rule the kwami said we have. What if this gets back to Madame?” She asked him after she had gathered the snacks for the four of them.

Plagg and Tikki giggled with one another. Plagg had not felt this proud of a kitten in a while. Tikki giggled at their budding dynamic and at the fact that her chosen was so put upon and exasperated already. But if Madame thought she’d leave Marinette, she had another thing coming, she literally lived above a bakery!

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And somewhere across the city, Esper Fu felt a headache coming on as she pinched her bridge before sighing deeply.

“What’s wrong darling?” Her wife of three almost four years, Florence Thibodeaux asked her. Florence came up behind her where she was leaning against the table of new arrivals, hugging her from behind.

“I don’t know what caused this sudden headache, but I have a feeling those kids are behind it somehow,” Esper stated, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed.

Her beloved, the love of her life, her sweet angel! Merely laughed at her pain and suffering before giving her a chaste kiss and said, “I’m sure those kids will do great things, even with the added challenge of their youth and inexperience. You needn’t worry yourself my love.”

Esper tried to relax the rest of the night but couldn’t shake the feeling that the duo would be the most troublesome challenge she faced yet. Call it a hunch, or superstition or whatever you want but she just knew. After all, teenagers are unruly beasts and even the quiet and seemingly well behaved ones were the most feral and chaotic just beneath the surface. . .

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A/N: Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed this, more to come!!

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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“what’s your writing process” i put a pathetic guy in a blender and blend blend blend

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the suffering never ends

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a really little animated black cat with giant eyes and no other discernible features

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ya’ll were really gonna let me live my life in ignorance thinking mr. rogers was straight???

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