#and shit do i need to watch mlb

[transford-pines]

You asked about Smurfs and MLB. I shall deliver.

Okay so we’ll start with the Smurf. Smurfette, right? The only girl Smurf in the village, smurfs like her, yadayadayada. You know Gargamel? The old black-haired wizard that’s always trying to capture? Turns out, one day, he was tryna make his own smurfs because he’s so obsessed. And Smurfette was the product! She’s also made of clay, an earthly magically charged material, and was created in a lab by an old magical guy. Remember that.

And so here’s Adrian. You hopefully know about the Miraculous, the magic jewels that give the kids and villains powers. Anyways, there’s this one Miraculous called the Peacock. It’s basically supposed to let you create one sentient item, hence their names ‘Sentimonster’. One of the villains has it—Nathalie, the red streaked assistant of HawkMoth, Adrian’s dad. But BEFORE Nathalie had it, Adrian’s mom had it. Also, the Miraculous is/was pretty damaged until recently, so whenever you used it, you got sick. Anyways x2, Adrien’s mom had it, she and Adrian’s dad for some reason couldn’t have a kid (I haven’t watched s5, I’m basing this off of spoilers and little context) and decided to have Adrian. Who is one of these ‘Sentimonsters’. so. Also made out of an earthly magically charged material. Hope that clears things up! :)

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did yuo know . auitm ameoni

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[seoktized]

Well hi!! Since I saw your last post about opening your requests for a bit, I wanted to say how freaking UNDERRATED dokyeom really is! Not only there aren't so many writers that don't write about him enough but also how some people can't just seem to see the dominant aura radiating out of him like🫦

Just imagine seok as your bff or your bf and he's just like so heed over heels to his pretty princess, pleasuring you in every way possible, not letting you do anything and just do all the work himself, overstimulating you with a shit eating grin while worshiping how gorgeous you look underneath him or how delicious and sweet you taste. Like I just know that this man is a FREAK istg, people only need to pay attention to him and take a good look and they WILL understand.

nsfw mdni

a/n: hi love!! I AGREE I AGREE I AGREEEE one specific dokyeom i always think about is the one pictured above !!! like ugh he’s so fine when he plays sports.. and have you seen those new pics mlb posted of him in baseball uniform.. crazy

makes me think of bf!dokyeom who’d rather sneak you into the locker room instead of practice for the college championship coming up. this particular time he was literally begging to taste you!

he had you sitting on the bench with him between your legs and he did NOT waste time, quickly diving in and messily eating you out. his pretty nose bumping your clit every time his tongue dives into your hole.

dokyeom gets excited at the fact that a teammate could walk in at any time... is literally encouraging you to moan as loud as you want!

“let everyone know who’s makin’ you feel this good, doll.”

he smirks when you moan his name loudly or grab his hair and bury his face further into your cunt. would definitely eat you out until you squirt, not caring that he’s missing precious practice time.

another thing i think about is THIGH RIDING.. him in his soccer shorts, manspreading n making his thighs looking as plump as ever..

when he notices you staring at his thighs, he grins and tells you to come sit in his lap. he moves you over to straddle one thigh and you whine at the friction on your already sensitive cunt.

whispers in your ear, “saw you staring at my thighs, baby. just thought you wanted to ride them..”

dokyeom loves to watch you come undone over and over, not caring if you return the favor or not. he tells you that you can always help him out later when he comes over to your dorm.

[wisteriasymphony]

I want to hear about the mlb asylum au sooo bad

SPRING 1993

"Sweetheart," Nathalie frowned. "You have your whole life ahead of you. …Let's forget for a moment who I am. I'm not saying this as M. Agreste's secretary, I'm saying it as a fellow woman."

The Girl found it disgusting that Mme. Sancoeur would switch between the two: treating her like a child and calling her a woman. She kept the blue hood of her jacket over her head, hiding that short mess of curls on her head in its shadow.

"We're doing this because we want to help you."

The Girl knew completely well that M. Agreste would shoot her dead if he could get away with it. That didn't seem like it would help her at all.

"…I appreicate the sentiment, Mme. Sancoeur," The Girl responded. "But I want to go home."

Nathalie's gaze lost its facade of warmth.

SPRING 1995

In a place where Saint-Lupien once stood, a convent had turned into an asylum. Pyschiatric ward, asylum, looney bin—The difference didn't entirely matter, not to the Hospital Sainte-Marie-de-Dieu. The second you walked through those doors, you were crazy, and everyone was much more focused on proving that than they ever were on anything else.

By all accounts, Adrien Agreste was the shining example of this.

Marinette first got herself acquianted with Adrien not by learning his name, or seeing his face… but by hearing a loud, repeated thudding noise from maybe a few hallways down. Three seconds of silence, thud. Three more seconds of silence, thud.

"The Agreste kid is trying to break his door down again," the doctor watching her had said, with the exact same tone she'd use to describe the weather outside. "Don't worry about it. Better than him lighting shit on fire for once."

Marinette was starting to get anxious—She checked her pulse twice with her two fingers, added and divided by two. Floating pulse: Feng excess. She had that feeling in her gut that her yang energy was deficient, too. She needed to drink some hot water.

"…Can I have some tea, Dr. Martin?" "Not right now, Marianne." If she had to spend another day in this shithole, Marinette would start setting shit on fire, too. And to think Adrien Agreste had been here for two years...

@sillysiluriforme look omg I wrote stuff <3

[wonyrs]

rainbird

enha maknaes x fmr gnr fluff, est. relationship warnings cursing, food wc 711 + library #

‘ school life with the enha maknaes! headcanon style

kim sunoo

somehow u two manage to make the uniforms a tad cuter than anyone else

never getting ur work done in any class fs (but u still pass? its the dawg in u) u two sit in the back of the room and have a whole station just for cute instagram posts

"aww babe u look so pretty today" "really? i should say that to u, love :3" cue the deadpanning from anyone in a mile radius of u

LITERAL GODS OF PHYSICAL TOUCH AND EVERYONE HATES IT. on the way to lunch? holding hands. dodgeball in pe? holding on to each other like ur lives depend on it. the weather a little chilly? "let me warm u up schnookums :>"

half of ur friendgroup think of u two as an ideal couple while the other half is done w ur shit (dw they love u)

when exams are coming up, u two hang out at each others houses to help each other with whatever u guys are struggling with

he has full faith in u passing the exams but still offers to calm u down by singing a song, giving u a massage, ordering ur favourite takeout, or anything that eases ur nerves :(

"don't be scared, y/n. ure the smartest girl i know, so theres absolutely zero chances of u failing this test, believe me!"

yang jungwon

ur boyfriend being a former class president and u being the current class president is either a blessing or karma for something u did in ur past life

"oh my gosh there's so many papers to send off, wonnie can you help me?" "nope, i stopped doing this type of work 3 years ago" before getting up and carrying all the stacks himself

when u mess up during a speech, be prepared for endless teasing while being reassured that u still deserve a spot in the council (thank u for fake tears and ur bf's soft heart)

if u have to stay after school to work on council duties, jungwon stays behind w u and uses the excuse that he needs help on his hw to be by ur side

he still takes the chance to lovingly bully ur ass

"u know, if u just refused the offer of being class prez we could be in my room rn watching the mlb movie" "babe be quiet before i actually lose it and start crying"

however, the longer he's with u, the more concerned he gets when he realizes that u leave school (alone) around 7 pm when the sky is getting dark and all sorts of creeps are walking around

he knows ure capable of protecting urself but his 'spiderman' bf instincts tell him to walk u home everyday no matter how late it is and tune out the fact that he'll get spanked by his mama for returning so late at night

"u forgot something, love. i need 10 kisses minimum for walking u this late, uberjungwon needs his payment!"

nishimura riki

fully believing in the 'hates almost everyone at school but has a soft spot for u' + the rest of enha trope for u two

yes he acts nonchalant to anyone's attempts at flirting w him but the moment u compliment his skills in soccer bro startings twirling his hair and encourages u to say more

"ki u did so good! ure like blue lock fr" "really? i did so good guarding right? and making that goal? and dribbling? right?" yappa yappa yapping /j

during free period, he drags u to the court and has u play a 1v1 with him

uses the excuse of 'fixing ur form' to get as close to u as possible and hes not ashamed of it

"yeah so u just position ur arm right here and-" "ok but can u loosen ur grip on my hips please, focus on the training babe " "shhhh"

OMFG i imagine him asking u out after winning a really important game with enha cheering him on at the back (big bros)

it'll be when u congratulate the team outside of the locker rooms when he just grabs u by the shoulders and professes a whole shakespeare typa love confession

his fangirls drop down sobbing the next day when u two walk in holding hands and he's carrying ur bag for u with the dopiest smile on his face

@ wonyrs 2023

note me when i dissappear for a month after my first post, come back with the trashiest post ever and a new layout LESGOOO anyways i hope u guys enjoy this and REMEMBER my requests are open so feel free to ask anything :>

[raedshadowlegends]

Why Lore Olympus and Miraculous Ladybug are the Same Thing but in Different Fonts

Good evening, good day, hello and howdy. I am INCREDIBLY bored and I'm here to go on a nonsensical tangent about two pieces of media that I hate and have dedicated a vast amount of my free time to. This is all in good fun and all of my rudeness is intended to be satirical and/or comical unless indicated otherwise.

Now just to preface, if you know me then you know how much I dislike Miraculous Ladybug. Folks in my circle got to watch as I descended into madness writing a 64k word review on season 5. So I've spent an uncomfortable amount of time dissecting this show.

I have also spent an uncomfortable amount of time engaging with the shitshow that is Lore Olympus. And now my ass is gonna try and compare the two because there's a lot of shit going on here.

None of this is going to matter and it's all in good fun. Like I said, I am bored. And sometimes it's fun to compare stuff you hate.

Now let the insanity ensue. FP spoilers and MLB s5 spoilers below the cut btw.

To get a major difference out of the way, Miraculous Ladybug is a tv show. Lore Olympus is a webcomic.

But mediums aside, these two things still have a lot in common. So for the first comparison, I'd like to talk about the insecurity in both properties.

Insecurity

What I define as insecurity in this context is a piece of media that is too afraid to commit or adhere to a certain tone, story, style, etc. In short-- they don't know what they want to be.

Insecurity in Lore Olympus is a bit more obvious than with Miraculous so I'm gonna rant about that first.

Lore Olympus just straight up does not have a story to tell.

There are too many random ass plots being added and discarded on a whim for it to be a coherent story. A good way to explain it is kinda like this-- In this episode of LO, something cool new and interesting is set up and you have to keep reading to see what happens! And then nothing ever happens. Or it happens because the audience won't let the author forget so there's a half-assed attempt to wrap up that plot point.

LO is so insecure about what it is, it feels the need to add more and more to make it actually something. But what it is is a hollow story that lacks substance. So all of these new random plot points are kinda like bandaid solutions if that makes sense.

There are so many unfinished/under-utilized plot points that if you were to count out each and every one, you'd probably keel over dead before you finished. There's that many.

It's too insecure to commit to any one of them in the grand scheme of things.

I don't know how coherent all of that was so here's a shitty tl;dr

LO doesn't know what it wants to say anymore so it's just adding more shit to keep the reader "invested."

Yeah ok I think that makes more sense. As for Miraculous...

God. I fucking hate Miraculous.

It's insecure as hell and you can smell that shit from ten miles away. It's insecure with it's premise, I think.

If it just kept to the simple "monster-of-the-week" formula, I do not think I would have written so many words on it's fifth season.

Miraculous (apparently) had a grander story to tell beyond the "monster-of-the-week revert back to the status quo each episode."

But we don't see any of that in full swing till season 3, really. Which is a long ass time to get the ball rolling imo.

It's a little jarring to see the show go from the stupid kid status quo adventures to a heavy and emotional story??? And I say heavy and emotional with the most sarcastic tone possible because the only emotion I feel watching this shit is rage.

Despite wanting to make that shift to a serialized type of show, Miraculous was too scared to stray from the successful status quo format.

To explain a bit more I wanna talk about my review of the season.

While it is mostly filled with rude jokes and incomprehensible jargon, I bring up a lot of points in it regarding the state of things.

One of those things being the show's hesitancy to move the story along.

The fifth season was supposed to be a grand final battle and a conclusion to this story arc. But it was too scared to commit to that so there's way more episodes that are nothing but shipping fodder.

There are many episodes that season that just... feel the same. Just with different coats of paint. "Marinette is trying to date Adrien but she's awkward and clumsy and oh no! shenanigans ensue!" We've been doing this for 8 years.

If they want to tell a serialized story then they need to grow some balls and cut the shit we've seen a million times before.

Their insistence to stick to the status quo makes the writing exceptionally weak downright painful to sift through. It was too scared, too insecure, to stray from its formula.

That's a part of the reason why I think the season is paced so bad. There's so little time spent on the interesting parts of the story because they had to cram in as much shipping shit as possible. So by proxy, there was less time to tell a good story.

Both of these stupid ass properties don't know what they want to be. There are too many things being added and not enough balls to commit to any of them.

Now with both LO and MLB, we can all agree that the writing is pretty shit. Nothing new there. But shitty writing often bleeds into the characters and making them shitty by exposure. Almost like a spill of toxic waste, infecting anything near it and turning into a rotten pile of sludge and chemicals.

So yeah, the characters are ass as well. But I only wanna complain about the female leads for both of these things.

But just to mention Adrien and Hades, they are pretty similar. I won't go into detail but the short of it is, "Character with deep seated issues that could have been interesting, has a lot of potential, but is just kinda garbage in the end."

At least Adrien Agreste isn't monetizing death and has a bunch of shades in his basement doing his work.

Persephone and Marinette

So I always say that I don't like using the term 'Mary Sue' to describe a character. But as it turns out, I use that term a lot. So I'm not gonna lie about that anymore.

These two characters are Mary Sues.

Persephone first

Oh my god I hate Persephone a lot. She just ticks every box on my list of 'THINGS I HATE IN A CHARACTER.'

Which is funny because her character had a lot of promise and heart in the beginning.

I related to her a LOT when I picked up this comic before my frontal cortex developed. I related with her character and her struggles. Especially after the Apollo incident. That really stuck out to me. It was so powerful.

But all of those tiny things I liked about her character were stripped away. Her ambition to study in school? Poof, gone. Her charm? Not charming anymore. That kindness everyone in the story gushes about? I don't even think it was there in the first place.

Truth be told, I do need to reread this comic because the beginning is fuzzy as fuck in my walnut-sized brain. But I can tell you for certain that the way she was in the beginning is not who she is now.

And this isn't the case of a character going through an arc and developing and changing. She's just getting worse and the narrative treats it as a GOOD THING.

"Oh yeah, Persephone trashed Leuce's apartment instead of talking to her husband like an adult. She threatened to kill this nymph but you're supposed to find that endearing." Like, what??? I will not have a story try and get me to believe this is a good thing.

If this were a good story, Persephone's actions in that episode WOULDN'T BE REWARDED. But she's rewarded with sex for being a fucking psychopath towards a random nymph. Wow.

And that leads into my next point-- she can never be in the wrong ever.

AOW? Retconned, not her fault. It wasn't her fault she killed all those people. It's actually Eris' fault because she gave her wrath.

Trashing Leuce's apartment? She was in the right for that, apparently.

Killing people in a famine during the 10 year banishment? That's never explored, we just know she killed people, burned a library or something, and probably shot the president too. But it's fine, she's the good guy.

And most recently (and potentially the most frustrating);

Persephone causes winter.

Not her mother, Demeter, no fuck the myths. Persephone is the one who caused winter actually. AND SHE DID IT ON ACCIDENT SO TECHNICALLY IT IS NOT HER FAULT CAUSE SHE DIDNT MEAN TOOOO UWU She also probably killed a million flower nymphs in that snap freeze but its ok it doesn't matter.

WHAT?

WHAT THE FUCK? CMON NOW.

She's not going to receive any consequences for anything because she is just too perfect.

She's smarter than Athena, prettier than Aphrodite, better than her mother in every way, all the boys want her, she has a perfect body, she's pink, her eyes go red when she's angy, she has the most power of everyone in the world, she's a super rare fertility goddess, she has all the gifts, all the blessings, and none of the development.

It almost feels like a wattpad fanfic.

"My mom doesn't like me so she sold me to one direction and then I became queen of the underworld."

Yeah, I don't like her.

And the same can be applied to Marinette!

A character who is so blatantly perfect, the narrative fucking BENDS TO HER WILL.

She's a creepy ass stalker and has done some weird ass things to get close to this random famous white boy and it's all excused.

It's literally excused.

There is a rule about character backstories. They are supposed to provide an explanation for a character's behavior, not an excuse for it.

In season 5, episode 14 - Derision, we see a bit of Marinette backstory. Some stupid bullshit happens and Marinette essentially says she isn't going to say 'I love you' to anyone unless she knows literally everything about them.

She says a lot in that stupid ass scene but it's basically just saying that all of her stalking and creepy behavior is justified. Which it is not.

Marinette can do no wrong. The narrative won't allow it.

She's perfect in every way. And even when SHE is in the wrong, characters somehow find a way to apologize to her. Either that or she turns a situation about someone else into one about her self.

She's just the perfect character who ends up saving the world.

Fuck having Chat Noir face against his dad in the finale, Marinette has to girlboss all over the place and save the day but then actually lose because the "plot" demands it.

Oh yeah and she's probably never going to tell Adrien that his abusive dad was the villain they had been fighting for months. Do you think that's a good choice? I'll give you a hint; it is not.

It makes Marinette look like a HORRIBLE character but it's painted in a way that makes the viewer believe this is the right decision.

I don't think I need to get into specifics as to why that is wrong and disgusting.

If I had to make a prediction for this show going forward, she isn't going to tell him. It's going to be forgotten and she's going to be painted as the hero.

No flaws, no accountability, nothing.

Garbage character. Fucking hate it.

Both of these characters will never see consequences for their actions. Their bad actions are either excused or retconned out of existence. And that's not how you write a character btw. If you want them to be real, give them consequences. The world should not revolve around them. They should have flaws and issues that should be explored. But apparently that's too much work.

It's funny how both of these properties claim to be about feminism and somehow completely miss what feminism is

Miraculous thinks that feminism means "Girl power! Girls are better than guys in every way!" And Lore Olympus makes no attempt to be feminist at all. Women hate other women, and they don't get a lot of opportunities to explore and express themselves.

I could get into the whole purity culture shtick but that's a shitty rant for another day.

I've been ranting about this for a while and I got the big ones out of the way, methinks. I do want to get into the creators of both of these things but that is also a rant for another day.

Cause if I got into that now, we'd be here a while.

So let me just make a final comparison and wrap things up here. I don't think any of this makes a lot of sense but I hate both things and I'm passionate about it so I'm gonna keep rambling.

Miraculous Ladybug and Lore Olympus never attempt to grow as stories. They are both scared to try new things and to stick with it. Most of the time this results in rushed writing and horribly done characters.

It's so clear that both of these things are desperate to be something great but they just can't put in the work to get there.

Honestly, they both feel like the product of a team of yes-men. Bad decisions and errors slip by WAY too often and it's kind of embarrassing.

These are popular pieces of media and they have the resources to be great but they just aren't.

They're both too insecure to make something of themselves.

It's honestly really sad and I don't want this for either of these things. I want LO to be stunning and retell the myth of Persephone with the respect it deserves. I want MLB to be a serialized show with focus on the lore. Sure it can start as episodic but it can ease us into a deeper story and intrigue the viewer. But I want it to flesh out the world and be an entertaining experience.

It's sad but it's the way it is.

Who knows, maybe MLB season 6 will be good. And maybe LO will have a 4th season and it'll fix all the problems it has.

I dunno.

Thanks for reading this incoherent nonsense.

[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

I HATE that blond French twink (derogatory) because I am SICK of MLB crossover fics and posts when I am TRYING to consume Batman content! At one point some MLB fan got it in their heads that their poor baby Ladybug was being mistreated in her own universe or some SHIT, and decided to write a salt fic where Ladybug says “fuck you!” or whatever to everyone in France and hooks up with a Bat boy or something like that, and it’s like the concept caught on like a wildfire in the MLB fandom, because since then the Batman section of AO3 has been fucking INFESTED with these stupid crossover fics, written by people who have CLEARLY and BLATANTLY NEVER read a Batman or Bat-affiliated comic book even ONCE IN THEIR ENTIRE LIVES. They’ve obviously just absorbed mischaracterized and flanderized fanon and read Batfam incorrect quotes on Tumblr or whatever, and then further twisted the characters from those hollowed out dummies to suit whatever their poor precious wronged heroine needs! It’s SO FREAKING ANNOYING, and so the sight of any character from that show fills me with RAGE. AND YES, I’VE WATCHED EPISODES OF THE SHOW, BECAUSE UNLIKE THESE FIC WRITERS, I BELIEVE IN DOING MY RESEARCH PROPERLY, AND GUESS WHAT? IT MADE ME HATE IT EVEN MORE!

I feel like you would get along with the people reblogging the Batfam poll

[jaydenix]

Miraculous Ladybug is so disappointing to think about - it could have been way better

I probably sound like an NPC at this point but I just need to get across a brief amount of the totality of the thought I've put into this mess of a show

So, Miraculous Ladybug has received a wide array of critique over the years. One of the key reasons for this is the writers overblowing the characters' personalities. Marinette is a commonly cited example of this, it's okay to write a young girl infatuated with a good-looking wealthy boy, but Marinette is obviously not an example of this. To say her obsession with Adrien is unhealthy would be an enormous understatement. We all know what she's like - she's a stalker, knows everything about his routine and everything else, it's genuinely hard to put into words how insane she is without just listing off everything she's done but if you've watched the show you know what I mean. Marinette just goes way too far and the show never challenges her on what is obviously wrong behaviour, it tries to make her seem like she's just a little too boycrazy like isn't she so quirky? But it's just frustrating and wrong. Similarly, Chloe also is just way over the top, she is indisputably abusive to Sabrina, in general treats everyone horribly, and she's only gotten worse since the beginning. Every time she opens her mouth its the same old shit you've heard 1000 times it's bad to begin with but it gets so old very fast. And all the while I'm constantly reminded that show decided so deliberately to miss out on what could have been an awesome redemption arc for her, maybe they'll do that in the later seasons but like I don't have masses of hope + the show should've ended with season 5 but not with fucking GABRIEL getting redeemed are you SERIOUS??? The S5 ending is horrendously bad but that's a story for another time. There's plenty of other issues to like Adrien just... not getting anything to do and other stuff but sufficed to say: MLB has a laundry list of issues that hold it back significantly.

But there's another side to MLB: at times the show has proven that it can take itself seriously, and this is what really gets me. It's few and far between don't get me wrong but in these moments I start to see the MLB that could have been. The one I like the most is at the end of S4E3 - Gang of Secrets, Alya is with Marinette and she finally confesses the truth, that she is Ladybug. This point in the show definitely has a "calm before the storm" kind of vibe, things aren't so bad right now but it feels like it's gonna get really bad sooner or later. Marinette is the new guardian and so the pressure to keep her identity a secret is higher than ever, but she finally breaks. It's a beautiful moment and feels so real and very serious. One of either Marinette or Adrien were gonna break eventually and this felt like the perfect time to do it. MLB really could've been a serious show that had its comedic moments but knew at the right moments when to not mess around, it's disappointing there's not more like this.

[shiftingtomydrs]

MLB DR

Alright so same as with some other drs my personal stuff like name and everything is the same soo wont go into that a lot tbh

then backstory, i originally wanted to be like an exchange student in france but then like i cant very well be ladybug if im only there for a year so i switched it to i move to france for some reason i dont know yet and i live there with my aunt or smth bcs she lives near paris yk? then basically i just kinda take marinettes place but not completely, like shes still there and stuff but im there too yk? my love interest is adrien and marinette will get together (and stay together) with luca cos theyre cute and im not sure yet if i should script her crush on adrien out or just say it disappears at some point

changes in plot: i dont like anything after season 2, dont ask me why, i just dont like it idk why either, so im gonna script seasons 3-5 out with some exceptions (e.g. i kinda really like cat blanc so i might leave that in with some other stuff but the whole shadow moth and all that shit no) also lila isnt the next supervillain shes just a regular mean girl cos it doesnt make any frickin sense that a 15 year old is able to manipulate every single person she meets. like shell still be able to lie and manipulate people her age but not adults cos thats just stupid imo. Also i havent even watched season 5 yet so im going off spoilers i saw for the next part: none of the miraculous will have permanent holders except ladybug and chat noir (aka me and adrien) cos i like to be special :) also i wont be guardian of the miraculous until much later like college or smth cos thats a ton of pressure and it went sideways for marinette so i dont want it going sideways for me. oh and a big one: ill be taking the whole sentimonster plot out cos i hate it and i think ive never hated a plot as much as that one. like sentimonsters can exist okay but felix and adrien and kagami etc arent one. cos just no. oh and ofc i wont know adrien is chat noir haha

now a bit more about myself: idk yet if i just wanna kinda steal marinettes interests and do the whole design thing cos i am a sucker for parallels and the parallel of adriens parents and adrinette is there but then again why would i wanna be like gabriel? so i might just do what i do in 90% of my drs and be a songwriter (well ill be that anyway question is do i add the designing part on top or not?), otherwise i like baking, ill do figure skating or gymnastics or ballet prolly like all the things i wanna do here but cant for this or that reason. my nationality will be german prolly cos i like having the german passport and also i dont think i need a visa for france cos its in the eu. i wont really script much more about like me and adrien except that we end up together but in my head its kinda similar to the adrien and marinette situation cos im a sucker for slowburn and idk it just fits i think also with my issues with trusting people have good intentions and not just spend time with me bcs of a bet or shit like that.

Physical looks, i might change my hair color cos idk i think itll fit and yeah but ill still have my eye color and height and stuff just be a bit fitter cos with my endurance theres no way ill be able to be a superhero (ik theres magic and shit but still)

im not sure yet if i should leave the dr as a cartoon or do it like this reality (leaning towards this reality bcs i think cartoon would freak me out a bit for my first shift and id overcomplicate it) or maybe ill just do two drs, one cartoon and one not.

anyway, if you have any questions, id love to talk more about this dr so pls ask them <3

@ningsols here it is :)

[cardiac-agreste]

How has the MLB fandom personally affected your day-to-day life, and what were the major things you used to do, in the fandom in your first year, that you no longer do.

I have way less free time thanks to the MLB fandom! And I wrote a novel! Yes, it's unpublishable as it is fanfiction, but I WROTE A NOVEL! Something I'd decided I wanted to do before I turned 40. And people like it?? SPLENDIFEROUS.

The big thing I used to do my first year that I (almost) no longer do is participate on the MLB subreddit, which is extremely toxic IMO. Just an absolute shit experience if you like the show. It often felt like I was one of the few people there who didn't hate it. It was not a happy time and place to be a fan!

I am there way less now. I'm so busy writing my fanfiction (like A Small but Stubborn Fire) that I can barely keep up with reading the fics I like (shout out @uptoolateart @wehadabondingmoment @nemaliwrites @raspberrycatapult @wackus-bonkus-maximus @monpetitchattriste @pisoprano @wield-the-mighty-pen @sing-in-me-oh-muse AND SO MANY MORE(seriously see attached screenshot how HUGE my backlog of subscribed fic chapters I have to catch up on!), let alone go get flamed on Reddit for daring to suggest that Marinette is fundamentally a good person.

For your reading "enjoyment," my autobiography

No one actually cares, but I'm on roll.

I was a huge anime fan in the 90s and early 00s. But then I moved to Japan and realized most anime is crap (just like most of any country's TV output is crap). But subtitles often make things sound more profound than the original. Fortunately yet unfortunately, I stopped needing them. (Plus the novelty of it that went away once I was in-country.)

So for about 10–15 years, I didn't watch any anime. Maybe a Ghibli or Satoshi Kon movie now and then.

Then sometime around the pandemic, maybe a bit before, I gave Naruto a go on Netflix after I'd seen a gazillion memes of geeks running strangely in parks. NFLX only had the first half, not Shippuden, so there was no closure for me. I decided to go to the fanfiction world after DECADES of not reading fanfiction. Like, I left the fanfiction world when I was reading Ranma 1/2, so the late 90s?

Anyway, there weren't websites for fanfiction back then. We used USENET. RAAC (rec.arts.anime.creative), specifically.

So I had to legit google to see where you went for fanfiction these days since, as you might have noticed, USENET is nigh on dead now, right? Gen Z out here asking "what is a usenet"

I discovered FFN and eventually Ao3. I kinda wore myself out of Naruto and decided to check out MLB fanfiction since I'd been watching it with my kids and I think we were waiting for the second half of S3 to show up on Netflix.

FUCKING HOOKED. CUE THE HYPERFIXATION.

So my first year deep in the fandom I was reading fanfiction constantly. Just a ridiculous amount. I think I might get the silver medal for amount consumed.

Anyway I'm getting tired of writing about myself (kind of a shocker actually), which means NO ONE is reading this far into what I've written. Point is, I got persuaded through some conversations to submit for the @mlbigbang and I wrote around 75K words and here I am.

FYI this is not reflective of the quality of my writing seriously go read my story, I will give you a refund if you don't like it

EDIT I FORGOT THE SCREENSHOT

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wasted opportunities of the early mlb concepts

- themes on balance. for example, felix learns that life isn’t all about studying, and to get the most out of it, he should have fun too. marinette learns that too much focus on felix undermines her enjoyment in other aspects of her life. ladybug can also start out unwillingly collaborating with chat noir, then realising that he needs to be there in order to bring balance to their attacks for them to be successful. she learns how to balance both her lifestyles. all in all everything exists as a balance. and you must know how to control it. there’s a little bit of this present in the actual series, but not enough.

- themes on control. control and balance are interlinked concepts. like i’ve explained in my previous post how their powers could work. basically, controlling emotions -> better results. it’s a good lesson to tell. it can also be marinette’s big flaw, without making her come off as cringe.

- unique aesthetic. there aren’t many superheroes who fight during the night… are they? it’s different, making it stand out from other superhero works. furthermore, the delicious neon aesthetic was such a missed opportunity oml. the movie seems to be partially at night so ig that’s a little good on their side? but eh it’s… not so much.

- night. night can be a physical representation of all the underlying issues of society that no one talks about. that only comes out of course… at night. underlying hatred, underling jealousy, underlying emotions. it makes sense for people to only “reveal” this at night, when no one is watching. people who are ordinary by day, become villains by night with full consciousness over their actions. kwamis, being attracted to strong emotions, then manifest into whatever the user wishes and giving them power. compared to like akumatisation where it’s like, the user is being unknowingly possessed and shit. it hits harder when the user themselves realise their mistakes.

idk if this is anything related but i feel like the early concepts make it seem like no one knows that there’s heroes protecting the city. i prefer the concept of them being secret justice fighters, so it really hammers down the point that they’re not doing it for praise.

yea. just rambling.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Don't You Know How to Spell Assume?

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Take Your Niece to Work Day

Sliding Into Home Master List Main Masterlist

“This thing is trying to kill me,” Frank grunts, struggling with his bow tie. “Why do they insist on making this shit black tie?” 

“Because of the fancy people Frank,” Mary piped in as she lay on his bed, watching.  

“Thanks, Nugget, for your insight.”  

“What’s insight?” 

“Never mind,” Frank muttered.  

“It means your opinion,” Scott said as he walked into the room.  He reached up to tie the tie for Frank. “You have to explain it to her,” he told Frank.  He adjusted and stepped back. “There, perfect.”  

“Thanks.” Frank looked in the mirror and turned back to his gang.  “How do I look?” 

“Like a penguin,” Scott replied and begin to waddle around, mimicking a penguin, making Mary giggle.  

“You’re hilarious,” Frank deadpanned.  “Why am I so nervous?” 

“Because you have a date,” Scott said with sympathy.  “Its been five years.”  

“Its not a date.”  

“Its something. Its spending time with a woman.” Scott pats his shoulder. “And its not Abby.”  

Frank arrives at the charity event in the limo, alone.  He makes his way through the red carpet, taking photos and speaking with some reporters. The questions are simple, and Frank is somewhat relaxed. As soon as he finished up, he headed into the event. Looking around he spotted Johnny with his date and his sister.  Susan was in a sleek navy blue gown that was modest and elegant, allowing her golden blonde hair to shine. The other woman was in a black gown that left little to the imagination. Frank smiled and headed over.  “Hey Torch, hey Susie.  Sorry,” he glanced at the woman on Johnny’s arm.  “Frank Adler,” he offered his hand.  

A breathy giggle emerges.  “Bethany,” she said.  

“Nice to meet you.  Susie,” he offered his arm to Susan, who took it.  As they walked away, he groaned. “Jesus, is that all Storm wants in a woman?”  

Susan stifled a laugh.  “Apparently.  She’s a makeup artist.  I use that term loosely.  She works at a makeup store selling make up. And hopefully tit tape since that is all that is holding that dress up.” 

Frank snorted a laugh. “Why am I not surprised.” Frank shook his head. “Thanks for doing this, Susie.”  

“Its not a problem, Frank. You help me out and I’m returning the favor.”  

A two weeks prior... at the coffee shop.    “I could always give you guys a tour at JPL.  I mean if you want,” Susan offered with a smile.   “And that’s my cue for a refill,” Johnny stated, jumping up and heading to the counter.   Frank sighed.  “Look, Susan, I think you are very nice, but I am not looking for anything serious.”   Susan laughed.  “I know, I’m not either.  But I know you need to keep... umm.. Eager women...”  “Jersey Chasers,” he clarified.   “Fine, jersey chasers off of you.  I can help if you let me. Just as friends. Promise.”  She offered her hand.   Frank took it and shook it. “Friends. But why?”  “Haven't had the guts to tell Johnny that I met someone.” She blushed slightly.  “Why? Wouldn’t that be great?”  “Twin brothers are protective. And he’s not the typical guy that Johnny wants to see me with.” She rolled her eyes allowing Frank to chuckle.   “I get the protective thing. I have a sister, obviously, but she is free to live her own life.  Now, if he hurt her, that’s a different story. But fuck what Johnny wants. Does this guy...”  “Reed,” she offered.   “Is Reed a good guy who likes you for you?” She nodded. “Then be happy. And I meant what I said.  Fuck what Johnny thinks.”  They shared a laugh as Johnny returned.   “So how’s it going?”  “Susan agreed to be my, uh, companion I guess is the right word for the benefit.”  “Great!” Johnny smiled and wrapped an arm around his sister. “I guess this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”  

As Frank and Susan walked the floor, another couple arrived at the benefit.  Abby and Mike walked hand in hand, greeting the owners of the Dodgers and looked for their table.  Her heart sank as the assignments had them sitting with Frank. As she read, her heart plummeted further. He was seated next to a Bethany Carmichael and Susan Storm.  Knowing Johnny, he didn’t bring his sister as his date.  

“That is an interesting assignment,” Mike commented.  He looked at Abby and could see the anguish. “You didn’t asked to be seated with him right?” He grasped her fingers a little tighter.  

Two weeks Before, Abby and Mike’s house...  “Abby, beautiful, I’m so sorry.” Mike was on his knees groveling as she walked out of the bathroom in the morning. “Baby...”   “Don’t touch me.” Abby moved into their bedroom.  She was refusing to look in the mirror, afraid of what she would see. Mike followed.  “Baby...”  “No, I can’t do this...”  “Please don’t leave Abby. I am so sorry. It was an accident.” He shed tears and got back on his knees in front of her. “I’m so ashamed of myself. He clutched her around the middle. “Please, I’ll do anything.”   Abby sighed. Her heart was conflicted. She knew he had crossed a line, but it wasn’t one he had before. She didn’t want to give up on him. “One more chance Michael. But I swear...”  “No, baby, thank you, I promise. It will never happen again.”    Abby stayed home that day, letting her face heal. And Mike was loving, so attentive. They never spoke about it again. Frank was never brought up. She kept her promise to avoid the Adlers. It was breaking her heart.  

“No,” she shook her head. “I was planning to avoid him as much as possible.” That was a lie. She wanted to see Frank. To see how well he was. Ever since his hug and kiss from the hospital she could not stop thinking of him.  After watching Mary, she saw what she had been missing.  Frank and Mary were not just an uncle and his niece. They had grown to father and daughter.  

Mike guided her to their table. “Hello Johnny, Frank,” Mike said with a saccharine tone.  

Frank stiffened at his voice. Susan caught the flinch and patted his leg. Abby caught the movement and frowned. But it was Johnny who broke the silence at the table. “Hi, you’re Mr. Weiss, right?” Mike nodded. “John Storm.  This is my date, Bethany and my sister, Susan. Mr. Weiss is with the team’s legal department. And this is Dr. Hernandez, our head team doctor.”  

Susan stood and shook hands with the couple. “Susan Storm. It's nice to meet you both.”  

“Abigail Hernandez,” Abby said quietly. She assessed Susan and couldn’t find a fault. She was beautiful, elegant, poised. Exactly what she would have wanted for Frank before, when he wasn’t hers. But now, now he wasn’t hers again and it hurt.  

Mike was seated next to Bethany and was talking with her, and Abby was seated next to another player and his date.  She didn’t say much at the table, keeping her focus on the centerpiece.  A laugh broke her out of her concentration. Susan and Frank were laughing at something, and Abby’s heart clenched.  “I’m going to the restroom,” she told Mike.  

“I’ll join you,” Susan said, standing from the table.  She gave Frank’s shoulder a squeeze and walked toward Abby.  

Dammit, she thought.  She just needed a moment away from perfect Susan with her Frank and... the thought startled her. Frank was no longer hers. She made sure of that when she walked away. And yet, the thought of this woman, this flawless, perfect woman, was able to touch him, to be with him, made her angry.  

Dr. Hernandez, are you alight? Susan looked at her face with concern.  

Abby snapped out of it. She hadn’t schooled her face like she thought. “Sorry, just a lot on my mind. I’m fine Dr. Storm.” She had heard that she had completed her doctorate at MIT in astrophysics.  

“Call me Sue. You seem young for a doctor?” 

“I graduated three years early from high school. Frankie, I mean Frank and Mike and I went to the same undergraduate.” Abby looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize who she saw. It was her but the sparkle was gone.  

“Wow, impressive. Johnny got his diploma but bolted as soon as he was drafted. I headed east for school. Came back when they had an opening at JPL.”  

“That’s...” Abby searched for words, “nice.” She offered a hard smile, not wanting to cause a scene. But her blood boiled. “So, you and Frank.”  

“Yeah, he’s been so nice. He’ll make someone very happy.” Sue touched up her lipstick.” But you and Mike are cute together. Engaged long?” 

Abby tried to maintain her tone. “A couple of months. We’re gonna start looking for a venue soon.”  

“Oh.” Sue was stunned. She had assumed that Abby and Mike had just been playing but no, this was real.  

Abby walked out and back to the table, Susan trailing.  She could see the tension rising from the table. She went to Mike. “Everything ok?” 

“I was just asking how long Frank and Susan had been hooking up.” Mike grinned. “I mean, someone here sent a photo of them together to a tabloid and then more photos from a coffee shop, it looks like, are floating around as well.  Frankie boy got overheated at my question.  I wondered why.” He showed Abby his phone with the article and the photos.  Photos of Frank hugging Susan and then kissing her cheek.  

Abby looked at Frank, who was a little pink in the cheeks. She understood; Steve had mentioned it.  There had been no one since Abby and now there was Susan. Her heart broke. He found someone better. “I’m just gonna get a drink.  Excuse me.” Abby headed to the bar but once she was out of sight, she made it to the lobby.  She found a seclude area and sat, numb.  

She let him go. She threw him away and yet, it hurt. It hurt so much that he had waited for five years for her to come back and when they met again, well, she is engaged. To his former best friend. A single tear dropped and landed on her hand.  

“Cricket?” 

Abby turned to see Frank standing at the doorway. “Go away.”  

“No, Cricket, you’re crying.”  

“Its nothing, just leave me alone.” She turned to move away but Frank stopped her.  He pulled her into his arms to hold her in place.  

“Abigail, what’s wrong?”  

Abby looked up at Frank. He never called her Abigail. “Are you with Susan?” 

“What?” 

“Is what Mike saying, true? Are you dating Susan?” 

Frank looked at her curiously. “Why do you care, Abby? You left me, remember? You’re with Mike.” 

Abby lowered her head. “I know.”  

“So, tell me, why do you care?” 

She kept her head down and just shook it a little. “I just want to make sure she’s good enough,” she lied. 

Frank quirked a smile. “Liar. Little lying Cricket. You could never lie to me sweetheart.” He chuckled and grasped her chin to tilt her head up. “Tell me.”  

“Because I need to know,” she whispered.  

Frank studied her face, seeing the deep sadness and fear of his possible answer. He sighed. “No, Cricket, I’m not dating Susan. She’s my date tonight to keep the jersey chasers away.”  

Abby was stunned. “But she’s perfect.”  

Frank gave a half smile. “Maybe for her boyfriend, Reed, but not for me. I know what perfect is and I’ll never find it again.”  

Abby stared into his eyes, the blue she was still so in love with. “I miss you, Frankie.”  

“I miss you too Cricket.” He watched the tear fall from her eye. “Don’t cry, my love,” he whispered. He wiped it away but cupped her cheek. He watched as she melted into his warmth and closed her eyes. “Open them, Cricket.” They opened and watched as he kept studying her before drifting to her lips and back. She nodded and he smiled before leaning forward and pressing his lips to her. She closed them again and gave into the kiss.  

It was exactly like she remembered. His lips were soft but demanding, gentle and yet she could feel all of the love poured into it. He slowed to break the kiss but kept his forehead on hers. “Frankie,” she whispered.  

“Abby. God, I’ve missed you.” He kissed her again, a little more urgently. Abby moaned and Frank took his chance, slipping his tongue in her mouth, tasting her again for the first time in five years. God, he missed this, he missed her. It went on for a moment before Frank remembered where he was, who he was with. He pulled back, stepping away from her.  “Fuck, Cricket, I’m sorry.”  

“Don’t be,” she shook her head. “It’s my fault.”  

“Its never your fault, gorgeous.” He ran his finger through her hair and grasped her at the nape of her neck. “Fuck, you are still so beautiful,” he leaned down and kissed her again.  

Abby lost herself. “Don’t leave me Frankie. I – I need you. I want you.”  

“I’m yours Cricket. I always have been.” He sighed. “But Mike.”  

“Let’s just keep it between us, for now, ok?” She bit her lip. “Maybe see each other when he’s out of town or at work. Just between us.”  

“Abby, you’re engaged. Sweetheart, you are with...” 

“The wrong man,” she finished. Frank looked at her, shocked. “I want to leave him Frankie. I made a mistake and I want to come... home.”  

Home. Fuck that’s all he ever wanted. He cupped her face. “I want you to come home too. But I think we should talk and work things out.  You need to break things off. But, yes, we can see each other in private, ok? I love you, Cricket.”  

“Oh Frankie, I love you too.”  She reached up to kiss him again. This time it was with a smile on both their faces. And an audience watching. 

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 9: Funeral (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

Death isn't fair. It's just death. (Continuing from Ch8: Under the Bed.)

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch9: Funeral

Luka glanced up as the door opened.  An older couple walked in, shaking off the chill of the morning before heading towards a table on the other side of the café.  He watched the door for a moment longer before looking back to his half-eaten eggs.  They were cold now, anyway – as was the small plate of bacon he had ordered for…

“I told you she wasn’t coming,” Fred sighed, tucking his paper under his arm and draining his coffee.  Luka looked up as he stood, a frown on his face.

“What?” he asked.  Fred gave him a sympathetic smile that didn’t entirely sit right with him before clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“Give her time,” he said.  “She had…she’ll be fine.”

“She better be back tomorrow,” Mendeleiev sniffed.  She held a post-it out to Fred.  “Give this to her for me.  It’s for this evening, so she has plenty of time to get her shit together.”

“Philece,” Fred said, a note of warning in his voice, but Mendeleiev raised her eyes and cocked an unimpressed eyebrow over her black glasses.

“She’s had more than enough time,” Mendeleiev said.  “She needs to get back to work.”

“It’s been three days,” Fred said.  Luka’s brow furrowed, his eyes darting between the two.

“It’s part of the job,” Mendeleiev countered.  “Kid’s gotta toughen up.”

“…what did you do?” Luka asked, his eyes narrowed at their ‘boss’.  Mendeleiev sipped her coffee, ignoring him.  “Damn it, Mendeleiev.  What the hell did you do?”

“I did what I always do,” she snapped, looking up at him.  “I gave her an assignment.”

Luka thought back to the last time he had seen Marinette, that morning Mendeleiev had asked her to stay.  To talk.  She had caught up with him a few minutes later, but she had been vague about their conversation.  He had gotten the impression that wasn’t so much because Mendeleiev had done something as it was Marinette just hadn’t understood Mendeleiev’s…advice?  He wasn’t even sure.  Marinette wouldn’t tell him what Mendeleiev had wanted to say to her.

They’d parted ways as he’d headed towards work and she’d headed towards her reap.

She hadn’t been at breakfast the next day, and Fred had been quiet about why.  Fred was always quiet, but he’d been uncharacteristically so that day.

She hadn’t been to breakfast since, but no one had commented about her absence.  Luka had just assumed she’d had a few early morning reaps.  He hadn’t thought something had actually been wrong.

“The funeral’s today, Philece,” Fred said, putting the post-it back on the table.  “Don’t do this.”

“…you’re shitting me,” Mendeleiev said, her eyes snapping up to him.  She looked furious.  “She’s going?”

“Of course she’s going,” Fred said, as if anything less was absurd.  “She’s the best of all of us, Philece.  You knew that when you sent her in.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mendeleiev sighed, rubbing her temples.  “That absolute fucking idiot…”

“I’ll talk to her when she gets home,” Fred said.  “Just…one more day.  She has to feel this, Philece.  You can give her one more day.”

Mendeleiev stood, grabbed her planner and puzzle book, and glared at Fred.

“She better be here tomorrow, Frederik,” she said.  “Even if you have to drag her here by those ridiculous little pigtails of hers.  Fucking moron.”

Luka watched as she stalked out of the café, muttering darkly under her breath the entire time.  When the door slammed behind her, rattling the plate glass in its frame, he turned back to Fred.

“…what did she do?” he asked, his brow still furrowed.  Fred sighed and picked up the post-it, tucking it into his paper.  “Fred.”

“She had Marinette reap a kid,” Fred said.  Luka frowned, not understanding.  That was nothing new: kids were ridiculously accident-prone, and they were External Influences, after all.  It wasn’t the first kid she’d reaped, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.  Seeing his  confusion, Fred tipped his head towards him.  “Homicide, Luka.  The father got drunk and beat the girl to death.  And Marinette had to sit back and let it happen.”

“…fuck,” Luka breathed, his eyes closing as he hung his head.  He opened them a moment later to see the untouched bacon on the table.  He suddenly wasn’t very hungry anymore, either.  “Fuck.”

“Philece is right, of course,” Fred sighed, reaching up to adjust his hat.  Luka cracked an eye open and stared at him, and he held up a hand in defense.  “But so is Marinette.  Philece has been dead longer than all of us, Luka.  I think…it’s easy to desensitize yourself to these things.  I think we have to, in order to keep our sanity.  When you feel like they do.”

“Mendeleiev doesn’t have half the heart Marinette does, Fred, and you damn well know it,” Luka snorted.  Fred gave him a bittersweet smile.

“You forget, Luka,” he said.  “Philece was a teacher once.  A caretaker.  I’m sure she cried over her first child, too.”

Luka knew he was right.  Luka knew there had been a human, once, under Mendeleiev’s layers and layers of armor.  He had never known that person, though.  Mendeleiev had been a bitch since the moment he met her, and it was hard thinking of someone like Philece Mendeleiev as having compassion towards…well, anyone.

…but Luka also remembered his first kid.  His first few years of this unlife.  Before he’d learned the only way to survive death was to close yourself off from the harder truths of the world.

He remembered crying over P. Monroe, Champs- Élysées, E.T.D. 1436.

It wasn’t always so black and white, this unlife of theirs.

“Is she ok?” he finally asked, looking up at Fred.  The older reaper smiled sadly, shaking his head.

“Would you be?” he asked, and Luka looked back to his unfinished breakfast.  Away from that pitying look in Fred’s eyes.  “Give her time, Luka.  She’ll be fine.”

…for her sake, Luka almost hoped she wouldn’t.

[ardent-heretic]

Let me just start with, What The Fuck!

Last night I took Spawn to a baseball game. The Valleycats used to be a farm club. But then MLB allowed a fuck you and their affiliation(Astros) was terminated. Now they are in some bullshit Frontier League. Think Single A league baseball talent. Yesterday they played against Ottawa.

The game was tied up in the top of the 9th which meant extra innings which is always great on a school night. I joked with Spawn we are not staying until the 41st inning.

Tenth inning Ottawa scored 1 run, Cats scored 1. We are both thinking there will not be sleep tonight.

Eleventh inning with one out, Ottawa drives guy in from third for one run.

And they all start celebrating as the Cats walk to their dugout. I’m thinking WTF?!?!? We realize the game is over and go to leave.

Behind me are three folks from Montreal. One guy asks me if I can explain what just happened?

All I could say was,”This is a new Frontier League for me. I’m guessing they have bullshit rules to end games and prevent them from lasting all night. It seems first 9 innings are normal. Tenth inning is normal. But in the Eleventh and further on there is a ‘First run scored’ ends the game rule.”

And with that we leave.

May seem like nothing to the average person. But I grew up knowing home field advantage meant you bat last with the knowledge of what was needed to tie and win a game. So in this league, extra innings gives the advantage to the visiting team. Cats had no chance to tie or win.

I am not cool with this.

My father rammed baseball down my throat. When I learned to walk, I learned to catch. He had a freak injury as a teen that prevented him from continuing sports while in High School. So his game plan was for me to do what he couldn’t. I was bred and raised for baseball and football.

In 1976 he took me to a Brewers game. This guy came up to bat and my dad said,”Remember this moment.” Each time the guy bat. He hits a home run. I remember a giant beer mug opened, balloons floated in the air and I thought that was cool as fuck. Rest of the game I waited for more balloons. There were none.

By the way the guy who hit it was named Hank Aaron. Look him up. He played pretty good ball without steroids.

Anyways I was taught all about baseball. I learned the rules and loved the game. Until I smashed a line drive into a pitchers face and the kid dropped like a stone. I thought I killed him. I stopped organized baseball then and migrated to Chicago softball.

But I love watching baseball. I have favorite players and teams, and can watch any level.

Except this bullshit Frontier extra inning shit. I didn’t like that. And none of the fans seemed to know this stupid 11 th inning rule last night.

Let the home team bat.

[black-rose-writings]

MLB - Season 5 - Episodes 25 and 26

Conformation (Final Day 1)

Time for some very normal and extremely hinged Gabriel and Tomoe plans. Like, Gabe at least has the excuse of having his brain literally rotted with magic and also dying actively, but Tomoe is just kinda nuts on her own and that's honestly kinda worse.

As I said. Very normal, extremely hinged, these two.

What a genuinely unhinged nightmare.

Now she has power of god and anime on her side and she wil kick his ass.

Re-creation (Final Day 2)

Look at Marinette, beating the shit out of dying man.

Oh, look cameos from the specials that I haven't watched and with the exception of the Paris one, I probably won't watch either.

Fucking hell, he's falling apart.

And into the basement we go.

And everyone shows up for the big showdown.

Look at those god-forms. And God themselves.

Yeah, okay that was genuinely moving.

Even Gabe eventually deciding to do the right thing. Ish.

Also, jesus fucking christ, Lila.

Okay, time to make some popcorn (which I hopefully will not burn because I have no idea how much time in the appartment microwave it needs), some more tea and get to the Paris special to see Nooroo have an okay holder for once.

[magiamemoriareview]

Until Late Tonight...?

Obtainability: This is a limited memoria that can be purchased during the “2000 Days Since Release” Campaign.

MLB Effect: HP Restore [35%] (Self) & Defense Up [37.5%] (Self / 3 Turns)

Effect Definitions:

HP Restore will instantly restore health to the character upon activating the effect.

Defense Up increases the target’s base defense stats. Defense Up is generally worse than Damage Cut.

TLDR: This memoria is Enhancement Fodder for most players. It can see use in Magia Stall strategies but otherwise is outclassed by more offensive gameplay.

Review: “Until Late Tonight” has a few possible uses but is largely forgettable. It’s a defensive memoria in a game that doesn’t reward defensive strategies-- you are almost always better off going with more offense than defense in this game.

With that said, it gives a high amount of Defense up for three turns. This actually puts it in the same range as several limited and unlimited memoria:

(3*) “The Strongest, Even at Basketball” Defense Up [60%] & Status Ailment Resistance Up [50%] (Self / 1 Turn)

(Limited Gacha 4*) “Equal Destruction to All” Defense Up [52.5%] & Attack Up [35%] & Provoke [100%] (Self / 1 Turn)  

(Limited Gacha 4*) “Even Games Are Serious” Defense Up [52.5%] (Self / 1 Turn) & Attack Down [65%] (One / 1 Turn)

(3*) “She'll Definitely Be Happy” Defense Up [52.5%] & Attack Up [40%] (Self / 1 Turn)

(Limited Gacha 3*) “Unexpected Real Intentions” Defense Up [45%] (Self / 1 Turn) & Attack Up [30%]

(2*) “Closely Watched Heart” Defense Up [45%] (Self / 1 Turn)

(Limited Welfare 4*) “Until Late Tonight” Defense Up [37.5%] (Self / 3 Turns) & HP Restore [35%] (Self)

(Limited Gacha 4*) “The Wind Rising Before The Resolve” Defense Up [37.5%] & Attack Up [30%] & Critical Hit [30%] (Self / 3 Turns)

(4*) “I Won't Stray From This Path” Defense Up [37.5%] & Attack Up [30%] (Self / 3 Turns)

(4*) “Survival Date on a Deserted Island” Defense Up [37.5%] & Anti-Debuff [2 Debuffs] & Attack Up [30%] (Self / 3 Turns)

You’ll note that the only memoria that have higher Defense Up all last for one turn or have some features that make them less desirable to use outside of special circumstances. This makes this memoria useful at least for purely defensive purposes-- you don’t need to worry about lower stats like you would with the three-star options and the fact that it will last for three turns means your equipped unit can stay safer for longer.

When comparing effects, Defense Up isn’t generally as good as Damage Cut for a character’s protection, but still-- 37.% Defense Up can still help a character survive and it’s better than nothing.

The HP Restore on this memoria is useful, but note that it is different from something like Regenerate HP. The HP Restore will apply to your character right away, while Regenerate HP will apply after the enemy’s turn is over. This can be good or wasteful. It means that this is a good “oh-shit” memoria to press if a character is in danger of dying, but it also means that you’ll waste the HP Restore if you’re trying to take preventative measures.

Because of how defensive this memoria is, it’s best used on Tanks and in Magia Stall Teams. It’s cooldown is too long to be of use in areas like Mirrors or Ranking and it offers nothing helpful for places like Kimochi.

The last thing to note would be that there is another memoria in the game that is exactly the same as this one:

(Limited Welfare 4*) “Holding Hands to Tomorrow” Defense Up [37.5%] (Self / 3 Turns) & HP Restore [35%] (Self)

“Holding Hands to Tomorrow” is another welfare memoria given to the playerbase for Madoka’s Birthday October 2022, meaning players who have “Until Late Tonight” are also going to have that one as well. What this means for new players and some free-to-play players is that they now have two options for a defensive memoria to use, but for everyone else it means they have two next-to-worthless memoria that do the same thing.

If you already have a lot of really good memoria and don’t need to rely on defensive strategies such as Magia Stall, you can treat “Until Late Tonight” as Enhancement Fodder. However if you do struggle or if you’re just starting out, keep this memoria around.

[gogtopia]

hi Jules I just finished reading ur dnf baseball fic and it was really really epic and fun and emotional I enjoyed it a lot I’ve grown up surrounded by baseball and going to mlb games but have never been interested at all either watching or playing like it just wasn’t smth I could get into but ur fic fr just helped a lot w understanding the fundamentals and potential passion and stuff that goes into the sport which I think is really cool I’ve reads lots of sports aus in diff fandoms but this was the first baseball au and I liked it a lot also I lovedddd gnfs characterization ough I need to hug him ok sorry for the random paragraph I loved ur fic a lot ok that’s all love u goodnight :3

ACE THANK YOU SO MUCH <3<3<3 it's a fic that really meant a lot to me to write so i'm glad it could be somewhat meaningful to you too. and the gnf comment specifically means a lot to me bc i loveee how i wrote him in this au specifically

i had a few other plans for that universe that have kinda been derailed by cc drama or whatever including a sapnap centric fic that i started writing already LOL idk if i'll resurrect this project in some capacity and change things around but here's the first scene of that fic since i like it a lot and george is fun in it

Sapnap is quite literally living the dream. If the 11-year-old version of himself could see him now, just ten years later, his jaw would drop to the floor in amazement. Who would’ve thought that the short nerdy kid who they shoved behind the plate because nobody else wanted to don all the equipment every inning would be here now— the starting catcher for a Major League Baseball team?

He hopes all the kids that used to shit on him when he was younger are eating their words every time they turn on ESPN. Realistically, they’re probably just using the fact that they went to school together as a fun fact during company icebreakers, having forgotten about their years in school together entirely.

It’s been three years since he was crowned Rookie of the Year in a hectic season that changed his fucking life but most of the time, he still feels like he’s on top of the world. Last season was probably his best so far and he feels pretty good about this season, even if it’s nearly June and his batting average is barely breaking .260. He can do better and he’s going to. If he really applies himself, he can still break .300.

And, as much as Dream claims he has the yips, he doesn’t. There’s no reason for him to be having any sort of performance anxiety, not when everything has been going so well. He gets to play with his best friends in the fucking world, including George who is like his baseball soulmate and there are little kids in the audience wearing jerseys with his name on the back that genuinely look up to him as an openly bisexual athlete in the MLB.

He plays for them, really. As much as Sapnap loves the game, he also likes that it gives him a chance to be a role model for kids that might feel alone as he did, especially for the queer kids that need to know they have as much of a place in professional sports as everyone else.

In the years since Sapnap and his friends have been out, plenty of other players across the league as well as in other sports have followed in their footsteps. They’ve made a difference, solely by being themselves. It’s kinda epic, as George might say.

Except, of course, when it isn’t.

They’re playing the Yankees because of course it’s the fucking Yankees, which means that the ballpark is fucking packed. They always pull a bigger crowd when they play New York. Something about big cities being connected or something like that.

Even though the Yankees are damn good this year, they’re up 3-0. It’s not a surprise really. Not when George is on the mound, their top starter by far now that he’s really hit his stride in the league. Even if he’s already pitched four innings, he doesn’t seem all that tired and he’s still throwing strikes, so it seems like he’ll have a few more with him.

It’s one of the Yankees outfielders that says it, some tall guy that hits good enough to validate his fucking ego, and he whispers it under his breath, just loud enough for Sapnap to hear.

“Surprised his hand hasn’t given out yet,” he mutters. “Gotta be tired from stroking Dream’s tiny dick all night.”

For a moment, Sapnap glances back to the umpire, who had surely heard what he said since it’s pretty packed around the plate. The ump looks at him with a frown, as if he’s disrespecting his time with the mere act of glancing back over such fucking brazen unsportsmanlike conduct.

Fuck that. Sapnap motions for a time-out and steps back from behind the plate, running toward the mound.

Dream shoots him a questioning look from third base and he waves him off. He can feel his coach glaring at his back, probably confused as to why he’s calling a time-out while George is still on top of his game.

George furrows his eyebrows when he got there, shoving the ball into his glove. “What’s the issue? I thought I was pitching well. One single this inning isn’t enough to take me off the mound.”

“It’s not that,” he tells him, glancing back at the batter for a moment. The asshole is fucking smirking from his place on the plate. “Fuckface over there said something douchey.”

He snorts and lifts his cap for a moment, running his hand through his short hair, which has gone a little curly with sweat. “You don’t need to tattle on annoying batters to me, Sapnap. What am I meant to do about it? I’ll try my best to strike him out, just as I always do.”

“He said your hand must be tired from stroking Dream’s dick all night.”

George’s jaw tenses and his free hand balls up into a fist. It’s definitely not the first time that he’s heard this sort of thing— not even the first time that it’s happened in a game— but usually, it comes from leering fans rather than players who have reputations at stake. “He said that?”

Sapnap nods. “Yeah. And I believe he called it tiny.”

“Well, he’s simply incorrect about that part. I’d bet $100 that Dream is more gifted than him down there, so to speak,” George says with a cursory glance at the guy, making Sapnap wrinkle his nose. He wants to get George pissed off so he’s more motivated to strike this asshole out, not hear about his other best friend’s dick size.

“Just strike him out for me,” Sapnap says, patting him on the back. “And for Dream.”

“Sure.”

George purses his lips and something unreadable crosses his eyes. Sapnap hopes that he didn’t accidentally make him nervous rather than motivated. Confidence is an essential part of George’s success as a pitcher. He doesn’t choke very often but it’s almost always because he gets stuck in his own head.

Sapnap runs back behind the plate and crouches down into that familiar stance, signaling the next pitch to George. A curveball.

Except, George doesn’t pitch a curveball. With fire in his eyes, he sends the ball hurtling directly toward the batter and, when he tries to jump out of the way and dodge it, it slams straight into his back, making him scream out in pain.

“Oops!” George calls out, loud enough for anyone in the infield to hear. “I suppose my hand just got tired or something.”

A medic and the Yankees coach start running onto the field to check on the batter, but he ignores them, stalking toward the mound instead and drawing his hand back. The batter, in his full muscular 6’2” glory, punches George squarely in the face before he has a chance to duck out of the way. George stumbles back and nearly falls to the ground, barely sticking out a hand to catch himself in time as blood drips from his nose, small droplets of crimson littering the dirt on the mound.

“George!” Dream shouts, running toward him from third base. George jumps back up and punches the other player in the jaw before he can reach him. George is generally a pacifist, despite being a shit-stirrer with his friends,  and it takes a lot to piss him off. The fact he threw that pitch in the first place is shocking. But physically fighting somebody? Sapnap has never seen him like this in their three years of friendship.

The runner on first starts to get into a screaming match with Punz and suddenly, Yankees come piling off the bench with gritted teeth and wild eyes, rearing for a fight.

The guy on deck comes for Sapnap and, even though he has a few inches on him in terms of height, Sapnap is the stockier guy. He throws his helmet on the ground so he can see better and tackles the guy to the ground, throwing a punch at him that barely hits the dirt instead of his face.

The Yankees player uses the momentum from the punch to flip them around so he’s on top of him, straddling his waist in a way he might find erotic if it wasn’t some ugly second baseman that sprays a little spit out of his mouth every time he yells, and he throws a punch of his own, which Sapnap is barely able to block with his arm before thrusting his knee up into his gut. He hopes the plastic from his leg guards make it hurt just a little bit more. Now that he’s been roped into an actual fight, his catcher’s gear feels a little bit like armor.

The player winces and falls backward, allowing Sapnap to stagger to his feet. He looks out to the field for a moment to see if they’re winning this brawl.

It’s a fucking frenzy. Half of the players on both teams are throwing punches at somebody and pretty much everyone else is screaming and swearing. Dream is desperately trying to pull George away from his particularly nasty rumble while another Yankees player tries to pick a fight with him at the same time, only to be absently swatted away. There are definitely no winners here right now: just blood and obscenities being hurled all over the place.

Sapnap turns back toward the guy he was fighting just quick enough to see the first hurtling toward his face. He isn’t able to stop it this time and the hit sends a burst of pain flashing through his face as he falls back onto the ground with a puff of dirt rising up around him.

A sickening smile spread’s across the guy’s face and he’s about to reach down to hit him again when the umpire started wildly blowing his whistle and pulls the guy off by the back of his shirt.

Once the rumble simmers down to a mixture of shame and dirty looks, the umpire points toward George and motions for him to get off of the field even though the batter was the one to throw the first punch. The stadium boos him loudly. It isn’t fair that George is getting booted from the game but the guy who threw the first punch still gets to jog over to first.

George is covered in dirt from head to toe as blood drips from his nose and seeps into his black jersey, invisible save for the few droplets that hit the 17 stitched onto his chest. Even though he should be pissed off, he snatches his hat off the ground with a wild grin. George turns toward where he knows a camera is fixed on him and winks, blowing it a kiss as he struts confidently off the field.

What the fuck? Dream mouths to Sapnap as he marches back to third base.

Sapnap waves him off. George’ll explain it to him as soon as he gets back to the dugout anyway, even if that might be a while, judging by the mediocre pitcher that’s being tasked with relieving him.