lonelywhalien22 · 1 year ago
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it's giving legend of korra final season.
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holylulusworld · 4 months ago
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Indecent Proposal (24)
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Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Characters: Jake Jensen
Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, angst, a little silliness, sweet Jake
A/N: This is a reader-centered chapter. We learn what the reader did while Steve & Bucky were away.
Indecent Proposal (23)
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10 hours earlier, shortly after Bucky and Steve left, …
“What if you type on your laptop to find them?” You decided to take matters into your own hands and bug Jensen. He refused to tell you your husbands’ location, but this didn’t mean you cannot get on his nerves until he gives you more than another excuse.
“I told you that their location is top secret. If I say one word, they will kill me, or worse,” you cocked a brow.
“What’s worse than getting killed?” You asked. “I don’t think there are worse things they could do to you. Why do you fear them so much?”
“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Jensen waited a lifetime to use the quote from George R.R. Martin’s novel. He grinned proudly when you wrinkled your forehead. “You have no clue what they could do to me for even talking to you.”
“They are cuddly bears,” you huffed and sat on a chair next to Jensen. “I’m worried and bored. It's a deadly combination. They don’t want me to leave the mansion, and there is nothing to do but watch TV or read. But I can’t focus on shit.”
“Do you want to play a game? I can get you any game you want for free,” Jensen tried to distract you for a little while.
“What kind of games?”
“How about we play a roleplay or…wait…yes!” Jensen typed away on his laptop. “I got it. You’ll love the game. Give me a minute and we can play together.”
Jensen handed you a controller and switched one of the huge monitors on the wall on.
You didn’t want to play stupid games but agreed to distract yourself from overthinking things again.
“What is the game about?”
“Zombies,” he grinned and sat back down. “Uh-I hope you can stomach a little bit of blood and stuff.”
“Sure—” you sucked in a breath. “I mean…I’m not sure. If I puke it’s your fault.”
“I’ll take the blame then,” Jensen started the game. He explained the ropes to you before he let you choose a character. “We can play together. Stay behind my character in the beginning. He’s a killer dude!”
“Got it,” you looked at the controller to recall everything Jensen said. The first thing you did was walk straight into a group of zombies. Jensen did much better. He saved your character and killed all the zombies.
“Awesome, I found a magnum,” he did a little dance before guiding his character and yours inside an abandoned house. “We are safe here for now. In later chapters, you will get attacked.”
“You know the game well,” you said while fighting with the controller. “Do you play it often?”
“I made it,” he smirked. “Do not fret, my lady. I will bring you to safety.”
“You made it?”
“I designed it,” he shrugged when you gaped at him. “I always wanted to become a game designer.”
“That’s cool! I bet you made a shit-ton of money with the game. The characters look so real!”
“Yeah, that’s what I dreamed of,” he said, eyes saddening at the memory. “Sadly, the company I sold the game to tried to fuck me over. I had no other choice but to hack into their system and steal my own game.”
“I’m sorry, Jensen.”
“Nah,” he shook his head and gave you a cracked smile. “This way only I know how to beat the game. You’re the first person I allowed to play it.”
“Thank you,” you patted his thigh. “You’re a nice guy.”
“Please don’t tell Bucky and Steve so. I’m a dangerous criminal, remember?”
“Got it,” you whispered to not draw attention toward you and Jake. Your husbands’ men still guarded the doors. “You’re a bad guy. A mastermind and criminal. We all should fear you.”
“Uh-don’t overdo it. I don’t want them to end up killing me because I’m a danger to you…”
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“Alpine! Come out, kitty,” you called Alpine’s name while looking for the cat. Another distraction was needed because Jake had to check on the security and watch the monitors. Something was happening outside the mansion, but you didn’t dare ask. “Alpine?”
Alpine meowed loudly. “There you are!” You grabbed the cat from its throne, Bucky’s old armchair at the library. “I was looking for you, punk.”
You giggled when the cat looked offended. “Aw, only Bucky can call you punk, huh? Well, he’s not here, so I’m going to call you punk.”
Alpine didn’t mind cuddles. The cat was looking for its owner, missing Bucky as much as you did. “Oh, wait! I know. Let’s brush your fur and get you a new collar.”
Carrying the cat inside the walk-in wardrobe to look for something to dress the cat you sighed. “I can’t get you a new collar, Alpine. Bucky said we must stay inside the mansion. But don't worry. I'll find a nice scarf or something for you.”
While Alpine got comfortable in your arms, you looked at the vanity, remembering Steve and Bucky gifted you more than one necklace.
“I know, punk. We will make you even prettier using my necklace…”
Part 24.2
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cripplecharacters · 6 months ago
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Hi! This is a sort of weird question, but I’m writing a sci fi /fantasy book with two disabled main characters:
1. Cove is twelve years old and has something along the lines of Williams syndrome (possibly that, possibly Down syndrome—still deciding). He’s mildly intellectually disabled and has low muscle tone + an unspecified heart problem (which is stable but he still gets regular checkups for it). His power is turning into a giant at will. He might have PTSD for reasons that are potentially triggering, so I won’t go into details ^^’ He really likes the ocean and spicy food, and hates people staring at him or judging him
2. Lucas is sixteen and uses a wheelchair full time due to cerebral palsy. His hands tend to shake a lot too. His power is turning into a Sphynx cat. He’s a trans guy. Idk what he would like or dislike yet tbh, but I picture him dressing in black clothes a lot
My question is this—what are some ways these characters’ powers could like interact with their disabilities? So far I have that overusing his giant power could possibly put strain on Cove’s heart. and if Lucas wants to move around independently in his cat form, he’d probably need one of those animal wheelchairs for his back legs?
Also— is there anything else I need to consider while I write this story?
I’m not trying to get you to do all the brainstorming for me btw! I hope it doesn’t seem like that ^^’ I’m just looking for other people’s thoughts and input-
Hi!
I think that the powers you gave them are very cool! Often with disabled superpowered characters there's the trope of always having the ability be fundamentally connected with their disability. Someone shapeshifting into a cat is awesome!
The concept of Cove's transformation putting pressure on his heart is very realistic (if you can say that about shapeshifting, lol)! Both Down and Williams Syndrome come with cardiac problems, so you won't need to change that if you decide to switch the exact disability. I'm thinking that maybe he could try to slowly turn giant, rather than instantaneously? I imagine that turning back to being normal-sized could also cause some issues. I'm unsure if that's a part of your story, but I think that having his family worry about him transforming because of his heart would be realistic as well. Wouldn't really classify it as infantilization because he's twelve, and I know that a lot of parents of children with DS are extremely cautious around the cardiovascular problems (not sure about Williams Syndrome here, but I think it would make sense as well)! You mentioned PTSD, and while I don't see anything wrong here from what you said, I would just urge you to not have some weird "PTSD flashback = turns giant and extremely violent" (violent being the key word here) kind of scene. (If you have PTSD yourself then feel free to do whatever you want of course). But I think that him becoming bigger when he feels threatened as a defense mechanism of sorts would make sense.
For Lucas, I think that the idea of shapeshifting from a wheelchair user to a wheelchair using cat goes incredibly hard. As for the ways that it could interact with his cerebral palsy: if he has issues with his arms then he would use the wheelchair a bit differently. In the kitty wheelchair the whole energy comes from the forelimbs, so if his hands shake then he would be much more wobbly as a cat than as a human. I'm not sure whether cerebral palsy in kitties is a thing, but you can look up cats with cerebellar hypoplasia. It's not the same thing but causes some similar symptoms! For example, the lack of balance that Lucas could have due to shaky limbs.
In my opinion your story sounds great! If you have any more questions with more specific details, feel free to send another ask :)
Sorry for the late answer! I hope this helps!
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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 years ago
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HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)
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Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader
Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.
Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer’s Note: I done had this idea for YEARS & finally decided to write it. Idk how long this will be BUT I hope y’all live for some coworkers to friends to lovers type shit. Enjoy! -Jazz
Read on AO3 here!
Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.
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ONE.
Briiii-iiing!
After what feels like an eternity, the bell signaling your third period and your lunch break has finally rung its joyous sound throughout the halls. You don’t even mind the way it sounds shrill to your overly sensitive ears. But that’s the way of a cat: everything is sensitive to you.
Even as a cat hybrid.
You turn to the student who has become a regular in your office, smiling kindly at him. “That’s for you, too,” you say with a wink. “I don’t think you’d wanna eat lunch with the school counselor, Katsuki.”
Katsuki Bakugou, with his intense stare and a permanent scowl that reminds you of a bulldog, grumbles as he stands and slugs his backpack over his shoulder. He turns to head out of your office without another word.
“Hey,” you say, stopping him. He looks over his shoulder expectantly. “Remember what I said: if someone says something to piss you off, just breathe. Think about what you’d be giving up if you resort to violence. You’re a very intelligent and good kid, Katsuki.”
Bakugou doesn’t reply, but you see something shift on his face. He looks taken aback at your words. But just as quickly as it came, it’s gone and he’s back to his usual cool stare. With a suck of his teeth, he’s leaving your office, slamming the door as he does.
You sit back in your seat and turn towards the window, exhaling slowly. Your view from your office showcases the gorgeous cherry blossoms that are about to bloom–they’re just pink buds right now. You sigh dreamily, so glad spring is here. Finally, you’ll be able to crack open your window to breathe in the sweet scents of blooming flowers and sun.
You remind yourself once again to thank Nezu for such a wonderful spot for your office. Not only do you have the best seat in the house for the view, but you also have your own couch for naps in between breaks and a mini fridge under your desk where you store your lunch and snacks for the kids who come in here to chat about their problems or incidents with other kids (mostly Bakugou).
“As the UA school counselor, it’s important that you’re just as comfortable as our students here!” Nezu brightly proclaimed after giving you the tour of UA on your first day at work. That was at the beginning of September.
Now that it’s March, you’ve been here for six months now. You couldn’t have asked for a better job! You get paid what you weigh with your degrees, you live in an apartment on campus you don’t have to constantly dish out money for public transportation, and everyone you work alongside is so, so nice…
Well, almost everyone.
Not wanting to waste any more time before another kid comes crying into your office about their issues, you take your lunch out of your mini fridge and hurry to head off to the UA teacher breakroom, locking the office door as you do.
When you enter the cozy-looking breakroom with its mini sofas, expensive coffee machine, and sterling steel microwave, you find Nemuri and Mic already sitting at a table. Nemuri glances at the door and grins at you. “Ah, there she is!” she coos. “My favorite cat girl!” Her eyes trail over your form, humming suggestively. “And looking quite fine.”
“Absolutely,” Mic agrees as he pops some rice into his mouth. “Pink is definitely your color, Y/N.”
You flush at the sweet compliments, glad you went for a pink blouse and a nice skirt today. “Why, thank you,” you giggle as you sit next to Nemuri–your usual spot. Your trail curls around your legs, relaxed and content. “So, what’s on for the conversation today?”
“Tonight,” Nemuri replies, wiggling her brows mischievously at you. “We’re still on for tonight, right?” She grips your arm dramatically. “Please tell me we are! I’ve been needing to get my ass in my clubbing dress for months!”
“Yes, drama queen,” you laugh as you unzip your lunch bag. A bento box, a yogurt cup, and a bottle of Kombucha tea sit inside. “We’re still on. I’ve been needing to shake my ass for the one time, too.”
“And get yourself someone to take back home tonight you watch you shake your ass,” Nemuri adds. You roll your eyes while Mic laughs. “Aw, come ooon, Y/N!” she whines. “You’ll never know the thrill of bringing someone back for a hot night at your place until you try it.”
Nemuri has been trying to get you to try casual sex for the longest time after her plans for being a matchmaker fell through. When you told her you didn’t have a boyfriend during a night out after becoming fast friends, she just about fell out of her chair. “No,” she gasped into her cocktail. “A woman as gorgeous as you? There’s no way! This is a tragedy!”
And because of this “tragedy”, she took it upon herself to try and match you up with other pros she knew.
So far, it’s been All Might, who was very nice but you found you liked as a friend, and Snipe, who was fine as hell behind his mask and amazing in bed, you felt like you were leading him on because of your feelings for another person. Snipe told you he understood but if things never worked out with “the other guy”, he was always there.
What Nemuri didn’t realize is that dating never seemed to work for you. It always ended in casual sex due to you being a cat girl. Most men you’d dated or slept with always seemed to want you for the cat girl they thought you to be…which was usually out of a hentai.
So you steered clear from dating, feeling more than happy being single if it meant not putting up with the BS. Cat girls had a bad rep because of the shit Hollywood thought of for pornos, which meant you had to work ten times harder to get what you wanted. Including being taken seriously in a relationship.
“First of all, that’s against the rules, ‘Muri,” you sigh despite your friend’s pouting. “Nezu is against bringing any outsiders onto campus, especially in our dorms.” Nemuri and Mic glance at each other, knowing damn well they’ve broken that rule many, many times. “And two, you know I’m too busy with work to date.”
“It’s not dating though,” she protests. “It’s sex! Tell her, Mic.” The blonde pro looks between the two of you, bunching on a rice ball.
“I’m not in this,” he mumbles, making you laugh. “And the last time I brought someone to my apartment, I shattered some windows in the entire complex because I was so loud.” Your eyes widen at his confession and he flushes. “He was good, okay?”
Hysterical giggles rise to the surface in your chest, Nemuri laughing with you. “That’s hilarious,” you sigh, wiping at a tear, “and exactly why your idea is a bad one.” You poke Nemuri’s side with a fork. “Besides, you know I don’t want just anyone in my bed.”
As soon as the words are out, you realize your mistake. Your friends stare at you expectantly, leaning in as if desperate to know your deep, dark secrets. “Then who do you want, Y/N?” Nemuri purrs, raising a brow at you.
Mic nods. “Yes, do tell!”
You flush, popping a piece of chicken kara-age from your bento box into your mouth to keep your mouth occupied. They both knew who you were referring to; they just wanted you to say it aloud. The truth was, you could never date just anyone because you already had feelings for another. It was stupid, really. A pathetic, schoolgirl crush because you knew he could never return them.
As if on cue, the man of the hour and your dreams walks into the room, as quiet as a church mouse. He’s so quiet that you jump, your tail fuzzing up, when you see him round the corner wearing his signature jumpsuit and scarves, hands in his pockets. He truly is an attractive man despite his tired eyes–about six foot something, a nice build, black locks of shoulder-length hair that frame his handsome face, and a five o’clock shadow.
When he glances at you as he walks in, it’s so hard to breathe suddenly. No matter how many times he looks at you, it always has the same effect on you. His stares are intense and bothersome; haunting almost. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that your skirt rises just above your knees, giving a tiny slip of thigh behind your nylon stockings.
“Aizawa!” Mic exclaims, grinning at his friend as he slinks into the room. “To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous face?”
Aizawa doesn’t spare his friend as much as a glance as he looms over the coffee machine. He grabs one of the Plus Ultra mugs above the sink and takes a pod of the dark roast. “Lunch break,” he blandly replies. “Needed coffee.”
You can’t help but watch his hands as he works to whip himself up a cup. His hands are just so big! And his fingers are so long. You wonder if he plays piano by any chance.
And if one day, he could play you by any chance. Would his hands be calloused and rough from years of hero work? Would they be gentle and careful with you? Would he know how to touch you? Would he be willing to know how practically begging you to show him how to make you feel good?
You can picture him now, his eyes drilling a hole into you as he kneels between your thighs, his fingers plunged deep into your sobbing wet–
“Oh, Shouta!” Nemuri calls, scaring you half to death out of your nasty thoughts. She’s smirking at you while Mic silently laughs beside her. “Will you be attending our nighttime activity after school ends? We’re going to Hot Spot. You know, that one club all the pros go to?”
You flush, knowing what she’s doing. She knows damn well Aizawa isn’t going. He never goes anywhere except when he’s forced to. “Of course, you are,” he mutters, tapping one finger on the counter as he waits for his coffee to finish brewing. “And no, I’m not. Don’t know why this is even a question.”
“Oh, sorry,” Nemuri sarcastically replies. “I forgot you’re anti-social and you hate anything related to socializing or people.”
Aizawa gives her an irritated glance. “Not the reason,” he growls. “It’s because I have better things to do than be in a room with a bunch of drunk people I don’t know. Like grading papers.” Once his coffee is done, he takes the mug along with one packet of sugar. No cream or anything else.
He walks to the door but glances back at his friends before he makes his grand exit. “And I’m not anti-social.”
“Sure, you’re not!” Mic yells to him once he’s gone. He then turns to you and Nemuri with a smirk. “He totally is.”
You smile along with Nemuri’s laugh, but you can’t help the way your body feels from Aizawa’s presence: hot and very, very bothered.
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You could burn a hole into someone as you watch Nemuri giggle and charm the man trying to sweet-talk her next to you at your booth.
The man is so obviously eyeing your friend’s cleavage that she flaunts in her dress with the sweetheart neckline. This is the fourth man that’s talked to her tonight since she, you, and Mic arrived at Hot Spot an hour before.
‘Horny bastards,’ you think to yourself, though you can’t help but be jealous.
Why can’t you be more like Nemuri and just be free with your inhibitions like her? She flaunts, flirts, and fucks without care. But then again, everyone wants to fuck Ms. Midnight.
Nobody even knows who you are. And you’d like to keep it that way. Plus, being a cat girl gains you unwanted attention anyway. It’s bad enough you get the occasional weirdo asking you about your tail and if you poop in a litterbox.
Mic, in his Hawaiian shirt, wraps an arm around you. “What are you doing later?” he asks you playfully. You giggle, poking at his chest. “Not you,” you reply wittingly.
“Oh, that’s right!” he recalls, giving you a smirk. His eyes look slightly hooded from the several shots he, you, and Nemuri did. “Because you’d like to be doing my friend right now. And don’t deny it either!”
You say nothing. Instead, you stare down at your hands clamped firmly in the lap of your skinny jeans. You went for a nice sequin top and heels tonight to pair with the jeans that made your ass and thighs look fantastic. You swear Mic and Nemuri told you that at least five times tonight.
Nemuri finally turns around to face you, placing a folded napkin in her bra. “Got a number,” she sings. “Might just give it to you.” She goes to take the napkin out and give it to you, but you push her hand away.
“No,” you protest. “I already told you, Nemuri; not interested in fuckin’ someone I barely know.”
Nemuri puckers her lips at you, giving you a scowl. “Leave her be, ‘Muri,” Mic chuckles, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “You know her heart is set on another.” He and Nemuri begin to pucker their lips at you, moving to kiss your cheeks.
“Cut it out!” you laugh, slapping them away. “I don’t want your drunk ass kisses either!”
“I don’t know why you don’t just talk to the guy, babe,” Mic chuckles, already on his fifth shot of the night. “He’s really not that bad! He’s just extremely shy and doesn’t have that much experience with talkin’ to women. If he happens to meet one, it’s usually just a hookup.”
You wither at his words, silently drinking your cocktail. You don’t want to be just a hookup to Aizawa if you ever manage to get that far with him. But those changes are slim to none since he barely speaks to you. The most you ever get out of him is a “good morning” or a “see you tomorrow”.
You’ve been working at UA for six months now and you barely know anything about him except for the fact that he’s pro-hero Eraserhead, he’s fine as fuck, and all his students love him like a dad, even calling him “Dadzawa” which you think is utterly adorable. You’d love to know what’s underneath that stoic expression and intense eyes, but Aizawa purposely keeps to himself and barely speaks to anyone.
Despite this knowledge, your body still quivers at the memory of those damn eyes setting dead on you. Then you just feel stupid. You know that you and Aizawa could never date. It’s just not in the cards for you right now, with your job as a counselor and your “nightly activity”.
So when is this stupid crush going to end?
“Oh, wow,” Mic suddenly says. He’s on his phone, scrolling through Apple News. “Look at this!” he excitedly says, practically shoving his phone in your face. “Can you believe this shit? Street crime has been down more than 50% in the past few months. More than it's been in the last five years!"
Nemuri glances at you, a knowing smirk on her face. You flush with pride and do your best to bite back a smile as you match Mic’s astonishment. “Wow, them underground pros must be workin’ hard, plus the night patrols.”
As if not wanting you to be blue over this weird ass man the entire night, one of your favorite songs comes on too. You take Nemuri and Mic’s hands in yours. “C’mon’ let’s go dance.”
Nemuri squeals and practically drags you to the dance floor, Mic following close behind you. The music is good tonight, the DJ playing mostly hip hop, transitioning between 90s tunes and modern stuff.
The alcohol you consumed gives you the confidence to dance the night away, your hips swaying and ass bouncing in time with the different beats. You’re well aware you’re catching eyes from many different people out on the floor, pros or not, and it fills you with the sense of confidence and sexiness Nemuri must feel every time she walks out of the house.
As you dance under the strobe lights, sweating out your makeup and braids, you feel like you could take someone home if you wanted to. Who needed Aizawa? He had no idea what he was missing.
That intoxicating feeling doesn’t let up for a moment, even as the night comes to an end hours later. It is about 11 PM when you, Nemuri, and Mic finally depart outside the club. “Thanks for inviting me,” you say, hugging Nemuri. “You sure he’s gonna be okay?”
You nod at a very drunk and sleepy Mic who has his arm slung over Nemuri’s shoulders, his head lulling. “He’ll be fine,” she giggles, wrapping an arm around his waist. “He thinks he’s a steel bull when it comes to shots, this one.”
She laughs at Mic’s light mumbling as he sings the lyrics of a Beyoncé song. “Where are you about to go now?” She asks, shifting her weight in her heels to accommodate Mic’s.
“Where do you think?” You playfully ask, giving her a wink before you begin to strut away from her at the club down the street. “Just be careful!” You hear Nemuri call after you.
You turn to her, seeing her concerned gaze, and you give her a reassuring smile. “Don’t I always?”
You laugh, blowing her a kiss before turning around and strutting away back to UA just as Nemuri and Mic get into the Lyft she called beforehand. But you know you can be faster.
You don’t stop moving until you’re finally behind a nearby building to a jewelry shop. You turn to look in the glass window at the woman staring back at you standing in her leather jacket, skinny jeans, and sequin top. With a slow exhale leaving your nostrils, the reflection of the woman vanishes, now replaced with a teeny, tiny, black cat.
To anyone who was to walk through this alley, all they would see is a stray walking the streets. But only you know the truth.
Though the streets are empty and quiet at this time of night, you can’t be too careful, so you decide to take the rooftops, jumping from one building without a care in the world to the next with your heightened agility and senses.
All sounds of Musutafu at night–the chirping of birds; the drilling machinery of constructing workers in the streets; the honking of traffic; the occasional bark of dogs–drift to your ears, making them twitch. Everything in your sight is ten times as close, even the farthest tree where you can clearly see a couple going at it in the park.
It only takes you ten minutes you get back to UA, faster than Nemuri and Mic. You hurry across campus to the faculty dorms and jump onto the trunk of a nearby cherry blossom tree. Your claws immediately shoot out and stick into the bark, allowing you to climb up the tree with no problem.
You then creep along the long branch that stretches right to the window of your dorm that you keep cracked specifically for you–just enough for you to slide through. When you’re finally inside the clean, dark apartment, you quickly shift back into your human form (clothes still intact) and proceed to hurry to your closet.
You open it, your eyes falling on the black box pushed to the back behind your shoes. Trembling with excitement, you pull the box out and look inside where your hero’s outfit, complete with fingerless gloves, knee-high boots, and a mask, sits inside.
“Hey, baby,” you coo, taking out the mask. It’s simple and black with two cat ears popping out of the top to protect your ears. You slip the mask over your head before putting on the rest of your gear.
The black leather bodysuit stretches across your skin and accentuates the curve of your ass, the fullness of your breasts, and the best parts of your body. Decorated along your front, back, and thighs are silver, glitter-coated slashes to appear like claw tears. You thought that was a cute touch. The back isn’t tight enough on your backside to hurt your tail, but you don’t like it out when you’re fighting. It’s too risky since you know your opponents could pull on it.
The mask covers the top half of your face, making you feel like a stranger as you stand in your mirror, admiring yourself. The knee-high boots are high enough to make you feel sexy, but low enough for you to kick ass or run if need be. But half the time, you’ve got the running thing covered with your cat form.
With a smile on your glossy lips, you admire the sexy woman standing in the mirror in front of you. The Night Claw. Musutafu’s newest and cutest nighttime vigilante. And your alter ego–one that you’ve secretly had for months now after starting UA.
“Time for some trouble,” you purr.
With another inhale, you transform back into your cat form. You stretch, arching your back and yawning, before jumping up on the window and then leaping from the ledge.
You praise yourself when you hit the ground on all fours. Then, with a happy meow and a blink of your yellow eyes, you race out into the night, yowling happily as you do, for another night of excitement.
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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 3 months ago
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tuesday again 8/13/2024
i think i'm going to take a break from scifi written by men for a bit
listening
Ahmed Malek's Les Vacances de L'inspecteur Tahar, from the 1972 film of the same name.
if i can be really really real for a minute here the only thing i've listened to more than twice this week is GUESS by charli xcx but i don't want to have the same tuesdaysong twice in a row. this would make for an annoying end of year playlist.
i got an ad for a collected set of Ahmed Malek's Algerian jazz music on instagram. a session musician in Algiers, he made his name as a soundtrack composer with this comedic detective movie and was in demand for the rest of his life-- he's still really beloved in the African jazz scene, his works are super collectible, and his daughter gifted all his masters to a tiny record company so they could rerelease and preserve them.
it sounds exactly how you think a 70s cop movie should sound. impeccable example of the genre. instantly evocative. i wonder if it influenced the wider cop drama soundscape or if it's just an early example?
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reading
many books disappointed me a great deal this week.
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thank you philip.
the only comic i did like was Marauders (2019-2022), trying to get a little bit more into the xmen since my bestie has decided we're watching all their movies. this is really fun bc i knew who kitty pryde was, and she's a privateer captain who looks beat to shit the whole book. extremely fun and gay and swashbuckling, i placed holds for the other volumes already.
the two rogue and gambit books assumed i knew more about those characters than i already did, and had a heavy reliance on flashbacks and references to other issues.
the magic order was insufferable and did not stick its landing. made me worry about the characters and then feel really fucking stupid for worrying about the characters. i don't know why i keep trying mark millar books and thinking i will like them.
HOTELITOR had a very fun concept (mech hotel), but was a little more middle-grade than i was expecting, even from a teen book. very calarts visual style. very power of friendship will undo an evil corporation, which, i wish.
this little mermaid manga was not for me. and that's fine. most manga isn't for me.
we have to take a brief detour into how i store my books (poorly). these big middle shelves hold an unsorted mass, mostly of stuff i'm not sure i want to keep. i'm trying to be more thoughtful about which books i keep bc realistically i do not reread very often (if at all) and i am running out of space. as much as i love weird little scifi and fantasy paperbacks it would be cool if they all fit on one shelf.
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here are four books i rapidly cycled through this weekend that are going to be donated.
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Michael Moorcock's The Black Corridor, 1969, about a man slowly going insane in a spaceship fleeing a politically violent Earth with his friends and relations in cryosleep. not a very beloved Moorcock book among the Moorcock fans. this has a heavy focus on the rise of British fascism and i'm not now, nor will i ever be, in the mood for this. a shame bc this slim hardcover has proportions that were very nice to hold.
Thomas Burnett Swan's Where is the Bird of Fire?, 1970, three not quite short stories but not quite novellas about mythical creatures at the founding of Rome, Xerxes the Great's empire, and Britain near the fall of Rome. states very clearly exactly what it is on the tin and delivers it, unfortunately i don’t like any of the flavors on offer. every single one of these has the half-coy kind of sex scene common in historical fiction, where in order to represent the past accurately and with full verisimilitude we Must convey that they fucked nasty and had fun doing it. many times. unfortunately a middle aged man wrote these and our erotic sensibilities are Very far apart.
Glen Cook's Cold Copper Tears, 1988, a noirish urban fantasy. there are fourteen books in this series so clearly people like them. i found a lot of the Noir Similes a little tortured. "but kay isn't that the point--" yes but these annoyed me. also there's a rape joke i didn't enjoy on the fourth fucking page. i have very few hard outs in fiction and one of them is on-screen or on-page sexual assault or rape jokes in chapter one. i am slightly less likely to drop a book if it has rape jokes in chapters that are not the first but like. it’s still almost a flat line at 100%.
and the only one i got two-thirds of the way through, and which i partially liveblogged here,
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Eric Kotani and John Maddox Robert's Between the Stars, 1988, the third in their Island Worlds series. it stands alone fairly well, which is impressive.
this book is good at differentiating a very large, very clannish cast, which is a hard thing to do in a political opera. people are often differentiated by little physical movement quirks, which a spy later uses to identify someone. it’s a lovely bit of business and definitely the authors’ strong points.
also props for two of the most capable people, an ill-liked matriarch/scientific genius and a femme fatale Russian, for being two of the most interesting characters with the most screen time, both on their own and in other character’s thoughts. unfortunately, with such a large cast and so many factions, the action is often split and meandering. racist in the very specific orientalist way cyberpunk eighties fiction often is, but uncommonly, they remembered Turkey existed and included in the orientalism?
severely suffered from a second act where it tripped over its own feet a lot instead of continued forward motion, quite honestly i got bored and tired of being hit over the head with various points. a very whedonesque quality of needing to comment on the political implication of something the instant after it happens.
this is not a subtle book, and it smacks less of an urgency to get a point across in as few words as possible and more an uncertainty in the authors of getting their point across at all. this is confusing to me bc this was their fourth book together and the third in this series. have some more confidence in your writing abilities. like, if you've already established your baddie as a fascist torturer who literally owns slaves and plans on taking over earth, you don't need to have him also say "Hitler was much-maligned" at a dinner party he's holding in a room full of hunting trophies where the only things on the table are red wine and whole game birds. you've more than established him as evil. the whole book is like this. it's exhausting.
not a book for me! many such cases!
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my brother was really singing the praises of vampire hunter d's animation and i was like, postapoc roaming vampire bounty hunter? say less! im already getting in!
i watched the 1980s version with some bemusement until he was like "why did you watch that and not the 2000 version." well that would have been so cool of you to be more specific, my boy!!! vampire hunter d (1985, dir. Toyoo Ashida) was still fun but clearly had way less of a budget than Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust (2000, dir. Yoshiaki Kawajiri)
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i enjoyed bloodlust a little more bc it had a postapoc style i enjoyed a little more: showed me big manta rays that hide under the sand, big ruined radio dishes, and lots of beautifully ruined skyscrapers and fucked up highway overpasses. every time you see me post about a BIG!!! FUCKING!!! DISH!!! you should hear this schoolchildren "YAAAAAY!" sample from Jet Set Radio
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nothing much to report, a lot of grindy genshin impact shit as i try to clear all my map markers before the new nation drops at the end of the month.
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the girls have three litter boxes available to them (laundry room/spare bathroom/utility closet), all in the correct and recommended locations, all with good sightlines and escape routes and all out of the main hustle and bustle of the apartment, all open top, all with the same kind of litter and the same kind of litter mat. they only use the one in my laundry room. since phil has had free roam of the house she has not used the one in the office bathroom. i asked my vet about this and sent her pictures to make sure i was doing everything right and the diagnosis was "yeah that's a little weird of them". can we spread the wear and tear out a little more, girls? so i don't have to deep clean the same litterbox every week?
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d34thbyr0ck4ndr0ll · 3 months ago
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Different types of goth
I didn’t really feel like going into detail about them all in one post, so I’ve decided to post exclusively about one type randomly through out time. When I first decided to get more into goth (sub?) culture, I didn’t know much, I was an 11 year old who had never seen a goth before, only read about them so everything was based on assumption. Now, years later, I’m back at it, only with more knowledge. Goth is pretty flexible fashion wise, there’s a goth style for everyone, I swear. Here’s some of my favourites (in order, the first four) only doing ten.
1 Trad Goth
Traditional, or trad goth is pretty much what you get if you look up ‘goth’. It’s like the Black Sabbath of goth, the one that started it all.
2 Mall Goth
This is more decorative than trad goth, as in with mall goth, it’s all about layers of chains, spikes, etc. I don’t know what else to say
3 Victorian Goth
Basically Victorian era clothing and literature, with a whole lot of black. I love it so much
4 Hippie Goth
Exactly what it sounds like: hippie and goth. It’s all hippie style clothing, shawls, skirts, Birkenstocks, flowers, etc, but with more dark greens, blues black, etc. (what happened to italics?)
5 Pastel Goth
Again, pretty self explanatory. Pastel goth mixes pastel colours with black, cute and creepy things. You’ll find a lot of Hello Kitty merch in a pastel goths home, especially the character Kuromi.
6 Romantic Goth
this is goth with a romantic vibe, think dark red silk bedsheets, four poster beds, candles, corsets, red lipstick, roses etc. it’s actually pretty cool, I can’t really explain it. I feel like it’s slightly similar to Vampire Goth
7 Vampire Goth
Playing into the vampire aspect of goth. Vampire goth, in my mind, is quite similar to Vampire Goth, because vampires are often described and depicted as romantic, lustful creatures.
8 Cyber Goth
You can always pick the cyber goth out of a crowd. They prefer neon colours to go against the black, and are living in a dystopian world, only doing it now. A lot of people don’t like cyber goths, but I think it’s still valid and pretty damn cool. They wear the cyberpunk goggles (which I love) and basically dress like they’re in a dystopian movie which is cool.
9 Gothabilly
A mix of goth and rockabilly music, goths within this type will listen to rockabilly. They wear stuff like silk, velvet, corsets and those cute little hats.
10 Corp Goth
I almost forgot this one. Corp goth is great if you work somewhere like an office or whatever and want to keep your dark style at work, but still look professional. It’s basically whatever people who work in corporations wear, but black and it’s so cool :)
Sorry if this sucked or didn’t help you, it’s too early for me to have much inspiration.
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canon-can-fight-me · 4 months ago
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Self insert lore post (under cut) / sketch dump
So I am deep in the honeymoon phase right now and I’m doodling this ship like a middle schooler with a crush, so here’s a lore dump about my ultr.aman s/i 💖
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Vera, otherwise known as SoVeryKitty (Kitty), is a streamer/ vtuber who has a large following and social media presence
She moved from her home country to Japan for college, got her degree in animation, and started working for an animation company. She started doing streaming on the side to make more money, and found great success.
Her face isn’t really a secret but she is more known for her vtuber identity, but feels a pressure to maintain a certain image that doesn’t fully align with who she really is.
The first time she meets Ken she has no idea who he is. Zero. (She’s seen him in ads and around town but she is a homebody and literally never paid him any mind 😭)
Which is very funny because he actually watches her streams and has even donated subs before 💀 but because of her disregard of who he is, he decides to play down his identity.
Honestly I think they count as the “I like you for you” trope because even when she does find out that he’s a baseball player she’s like oh. okay cool I guess
Meanwhile there’s this subplot where she forms a friendship/crush with Ultr.aman, all while having no idea of his true identity. It’s one of those tropes again but I love the secret identity trope, I absolutely eat it up.
💖 Post dating lore
Vera absolutely ADORES Emi (Ken’s adopted ka.iju daughter). The same way how Emi becomes interested in baseball after watching Ken play, she also finds Kitty to be so cool. She even wants to do her makeup like Kitty does and Ken has to explain that she can’t because 1) she’s literally 10 months old and 2) they don’t make block makeup for 20 feet tall people. Vera makes up for this by getting Emi and a custom made block makeup set complete with an appropriately sized mirror. Agh their relationship is the cutest I love Emi 🩷
Vera also gets along with other characters such as Mira, Ami, etc I just haven’t thought about their role in her life yet!
Vera’s relationship with Ken is kept secret, for the sake of both their careers (at least at first), but they’re also not super great at being sneaky. I mean, one of them literally goes to visit his crush as a 130 foot tall giant, if that clues you in…
I’d add more but this is already so long, but this is what I came up with so far.
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the-kitty-trio · 6 months ago
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Kitty Trio Masterpost!
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Who are we?
We are a group of friends who decided one afternoon to create a blog about our ocs! We are not the same person, there is three people running this blog
@battywirdo @animaliacomics @samicarabarbaru2137 <- People running blog! Feel free to check them out
Let's introduce ourselves individually! Let's start with...
Heya! I go by Was, Maxie or Eddie, but you can call me Sox’s dad.
Age: 18 (birthday is march 21!)
Pronouns: They/them (nonbinary)
What I like: Tadc, indie animation and cartoons in general, video games (especially indie), drawing, oc making/rambling
Sexuality: Bi 
About me: I’m just your average furry and multifandom artist from Sweden with autism and t1d. My current hyperfixation is tadc and two of my tadc ocs, Sox (the one prominent in the blog) and Foofi. When I’m not doing tadc stuff I’m currently developing my upcoming story with my original characters.
Wonderful! Now it's the turn of...
Hey y'all, I'm Batty.
I'm a 19 years old french cartoonist who loves TADC and other cartoons, and I also think monsters and guts are neat. I go by they/them pronouns. I'm the owner of Aslan, the big drag queen of the crew. Very proud of my OC, and I hope you will like him! Anyway, that's all. Horror art is very cool btw.
Great! And now last but not least, there is...
Hi! I'm pery!
I'm old, I go by She/her and I'm Bi!
I like to draw silly things, listen to music and do some acting from time to time. TADC is my hyperfixation and uhh caine is the best character.
Im working on my own au but that's not what im here for.
A bit about myself:
I'm just a simple polish girl (/ref) and I won't admit that im a furry. I'm a big fan of cartoons and kitties so…I combined the two to make nuzzle! She is the smol grumpy kitty. If i make some spelling mistakes i'm sorry i'm just bit stupid LOL
Our Ocs!
- Sox
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- Aslan
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- Nuzzle
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- Foofi
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Now, one last thing but still very important
Boundaries + Q/A
ZOO/PEDO/MAP/PROSHIPPERS, DON'T INTERACT
Does this blog contains ships?
Yes it does. There's canonxcanon but also OCxcanon so if you don't like the ships which are going to be depicted or OCxcanon, just don't interact. Don't like it, don't watch it.
Can I make fanarts or fanfics?
Of course! Feel free to show us!
If there's comics, can I make dubs?
Sure! As long as you credit us, it's all good!
Can I ask questions to canon characters?
Feel free to do so. Just, this blog is focused on our TADC OCs so asks focused on them will be prioritized, but canon characters have their importance too!
Can I draw NSFW? Or ask NSFW questions?
Please don't. At the very least, suggestive asks are okay, but nothing more. We're not here for that.
Important: this post will be updated from time to time! So don't forget to check on it sometimes.
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ambrosiagourmet · 9 months ago
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i'd love your analysis and opinions of the lovely izutsumi (izutsumi) for the character meme :3c
Izutsumiiii~
First impression
Once again tbh my impression of her was formed from Fandom Osmosis before I actually encountered her. In this case: The Best Take on a Catgirl Ever
Impression now
Yeah hi this ask is what prompted me to write this post about my thoughts on Izutsumi's role in the story
Anyway in addition to that... I love her. I really appreciate how her trauma and coping mechanisms are handled, and I adore the Cat of it all. Some of my favorite panels are just the ones where Izutsumi is in the background doing cat things. She's got so much spirit and she grows so much and she's got so much future ahead of her... ahh... Izutsumi...
Favorite moment
I was going to say the entirety of the succubus fight, especially the two hearts bit. And that probably IS my favorite moment, but I'm going to highlight this detail instead bc it's easy to miss and so beloved:
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She wipes their faces clean and gets her kitty hairs all over them....
Idea for a story
Hmmm... I mean really any kind of post-canon exploration of her would be so good. There are already at least a couple of good oneshots I've seen doing that, but honestly I'd love something LONG and just... about her figuring herself out. How she decides where to fit in, what she does with her relationships, what she does with her freedom.
I guess really what I'm thinking of is something that captures the "healing isn't linear" experience of trying to move on from as much trauma grief and isolation as Izutsumi has experienced. I think a story where she has room to backslide and move forward and fail and apologize and forgive herself and forgive the people around her... those ups and downs would be cool to see played out in full.
Unpopular opinion
??? She's kitty. We all are in agreement on this one, I think
Favorite relationship
Okay this is actually hard because on the surface level it's definitely of course her and Marcille. BUT... I have also been really enjoying revisiting tidbits of her and Senshi (especially the way he makes her food the chapter when she joins...), and I want to explore more of her and Laios too...
I'll still just stick with her and Marcille though, because they are very sweet and fun and good.
Favorite headcanon
I can't track it down right now, but there is a bonus comic doodle that's like "what was everyone doing at 13?" and Izutsumi's response is like. Pshh?? 13? That was four years ago how am I supposed to remember" and like. My girl has SO many trauma repressed memory issues. [Izutsumi voice] what to do mean you guys have clear memories before 15.
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tobiasdrake · 2 months ago
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Days of Future Past opens with a hell of a fight scene, debuting the Foxverse's official take on the Sentinels. This was a shocking battle to kick things off with.
Largely because the Sentinels aren't... really... Sentinels? XD They're basically Adaptoids from the Avengers comics, moreso than Sentinels. They were going for Nimrod, I think, but they landed at Super-Adaptoid.
The main ability Fox's Sentinels have is superpower mimicry. Whatever the Avengers X-Men throw at them, they can absorb and acquire the ability to do it themselves. This is conveyed excellently through a quick exchange with Colossus.
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Colossus goes in for a left hook, but the Sentinel catches his fist. First, it twists his hand painfully aside, demonstrating for the audience how strong these things are.
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But then we watch its scale-plates flutter and change to a metallic sheen matching Colossus's own metal exoskeleton. After catching his punch, the Not Adaptoid steals his powers for itself.
Visually, their design takes after Nimrod. Nimrod is also adaptable, but these Sentinels are a lot weaker than Nimrod on account of the fact that his adaptation doesn't require him to copy powers. He can just decide to be invulnerable to whatever your powers are. What a dick.
They dialed down his powerset to make a more interesting fight and that's how we ended up accidentally stepping on the Super-Adaptoid's toes. Because copy/pasting mutant powers at each other is a lot cooler and makes for a more interesting fight than just becoming invincible whenever you want.
Colossus is the setup. He introduces this ability that the Sentinels have, for the sake of this next exchange that follows.
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God, this is just so well-paced. This other Sentinel closes in on Sunspot, forcing itself through his flames. To resist his power, it encases itself in ice armor. Now that Colossus's exchange has informed us the Sentinels steal powers, the natural question is where it got that ability.
A question immediately answered by this cut.
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To another frozen Sentinel, this one losing a fight with Iceman. The Sentinels are networked - which is a Nimrod ability - and this one transmitted Bobby's cryokinetic abilities over to the other.
And the other repays it in kind.
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The Sentinels turn Sunspot and Iceman's abilities against each other to push through and overcome.
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Fucking. Brutal.
This fight has one job: To demonstrate that the Sentinels are unstoppable killing machines that the X-Men could never hope to defeat. The world is doomed and we're forced to resort to time travel because there can be no hope of actually winning fights like this.
With that in mind, it would be easy to just have one Sentinel march in as an invincible monster that shrugs off all attacks. But I like the direction they took here. It allows the Sentinels to not only demonstrate power, but tactical problem-solving and teamwork.
They aren't just strong. They're as smart as they are strong and they have numbers and they work cohesively as a team. There are no weaknesses here to exploit.
And this fight pulls no punches in shattering hope, either. One of those guys fighting up there is Bobby "Iceman" Drake, who was a significant character in the original X-Men trilogy. He got in love triangles with the other girls at his school and had a falling-out nemesis rivalry with his bro Pyro.
They want you thinking about that. There's this moment where Bobby passes Kitty Pryde and they just. They give each other this look. This silent look of mutual concern.
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They want you thinking about the original trilogy. Thinking about the friendship these characters shared the last time we saw either of them.
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AND NOW HE'S DEAD
HE'S FUCKING DEAD
They just casually killed off the love triangle dreamboat! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IS SAFE.
The one person who actually manages to outfight the Sentinels is Blink, who can throw pop-up portals wherever she wants.
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She is so fucking cool. But even she can't hold up forever against the relentlessness of these things. This fight is so imaginative.
She shows up near the end of the fight to rescue Warpath, whose superpower is stabbing things really hard with knives so you know he was fucked from the get-go.
This Sentinel hurls him across the room and moves in for the kill.
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Then, out of goddamn nowhere, Blink is there with the portal parry.
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That should buy her enough time to get Warpath up and get to safety. But these things are fucking smart. Once again demonstrating their tactical cleverness, rather than try to close the distance, the Sentinel sacrifices its own arm to stab Blink through her own closing portal.
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It's perfectly shot, too. It doesn't cheat with camera tricks. The Sentinel remains fully onscreen for the entire duration of this action. If you're watching the Sentinel, you can see this all play out.
But Blink and Warpath are in center-frame and, emotionally, you're more likely to be focused on them and what they're doing anyway. There's a strong chance that you, like Blink, will get lulled into a false sense of security by the temporarily disoriented Sentinel up until the moment this happens.
God, this first fight scene is so fucking good.
And then they rip off the Destroyer from Thor while they're at it. XD
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Shooting eye-lasers is completely normal for Sentinels but peeling back faceplates to reveal an empty head full of laser cannon is 100% the Destroyer.
This fight had one job: Demonstrate, without having to tell us in words, that these things are unstoppable even by fictional "He can't be beaten OH YOU BEAT HIM" standards.
It succeeds to an incredible degree. By the end of this fight, I fully believe that these things were the doom of mutantkind.
Of course, the film can get away with killing all these characters because it Reset Buttons the entire fight via time travel. Kitty gets the last word on this fight.
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That fucking transition as the camera rotates around and the future fades out of existence revealing an untouched, ordinary room.
This opening scene is art. This might be the best fight scene that the X-Men filmography has had up to this point.
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the-ghost-bracket · 1 year ago
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Sissel propaganda:
"He's a funny little guy with amnesia! He does tricks! Other than that I can't say much because spoilers, but yeah, I love this guy!"
"He spends the entire game thinking he's a human, but finds out at the end that he was a cat the whole time and is fine with it"
"Good kitty."
"He can't read. He doesn't know what science is. He doesn't even know what water pressure is. He only has one night to find out both why he was killed and his lost memories while preventing others from dying and becoming ghosts. Also like. Don't look him up for pics cause some of it is spoilers orz"
"No because if I share any details about the game it WILL spoil parts of the plot I swear. Play the game completely blind"
"hes silly and cool and ghost trick is cool"
"He’s a ghost and can do the tricks anymore I say would be spoilers."
"He's complicated. He has identity issues. His earliest memory for most of the game is seeing his own corpse ass-up. He can time travel. He has a master's degree from the Rube Goldberg university of mischief. He can barely be discussed or Googled without tripping over major spoilers. He doesn't know what science is. He's stylish and he's my little meow meow. He even can't read"
"I can't go into detail without spoiling the game but ogh. OUGH. He's doing his best... Oh my god he's doing his best...!!! Achievements include: being at the VERY least 50% responsible for the formation of a wonderful found family (a lot of credit also has to go to Missile the dog who is the undisputed best character of all time but that's a story for another day)"
"Play Ghost Trick.You Play AS a Ghost. This Ghost is trying to find himself. You get to do all Kind of Ghost shenanigans. He cant read and doesnt know science. Reverses the death of other People multible times."
"Amnesiac ghost who decided to investigate his murder and became a Rube Goldberg machine."
"The whole game revolves around him being an amnesiac ghost and performing ""ghost tricks"" so that he can find out about his past and why he was killed. If he wasn't a ghost, there would be no story and no game. Also if you don't know who he is but want to know more, go into the game blind and avoid spoilers!! I'm serious I genuinely wish I could forget everything about this game so that I could experience it for the first time again. It used to be a DS only game but it's been re-released on Switch, and it's also available on Steam"
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thatseventiesbitch · 10 months ago
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Welcome back to another installment of That '70s Show original scripts - this time we're looking at S2xE23 "Holy Crap!"
Special shoutout to my hubby, who put this in my stocking for Christmas 😘 (The cast signatures are a reprint, but still very cool!!) There were not a ton of changes to this episode, but as always, read on for my summary.
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The first change is this cut line from Eric after Red's story about his destroyer going down during the war. Eric (feebly) starts a comeback, but decides against it. 🤣
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The next cut moment is Eric talking to God on the driveway when he and Laurie decide to ditch church. Also: 😂
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The dialogue between the guys in the next scene at The Hub is slightly different, though the scene ends up in the same place:
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The ending of this scene is different. After Kitty tells them "if you want to spend eternity doing laps in a lake of fire, that's your choice!", Red tells the kids their mother is right. And that they should sit down and watch the Brewers game and think about it. 😂
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There are two small changes in this scene: Eric's cut line - "Hey, you're both right" - and Donna calling Kelso 'Michael' 😵‍💫
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This cut line was funny - after Hyde's eloquent rant about his views on organized religion and why he doesn't participate/attend church, Eric says, "Yeah, that's what I meant. That and the tie thing."
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There is this cut (mini) Eric/Donna moment: Bob thinks Eric should be at church, confessing to his dirty, dirty sins. 😂 His comment annoys Donna.
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And this one, too! Donna says 'hi' to Eric when they get to heaven 😂🥰
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Red and Kitty's conversation here is a little different. Kitty says Eric is 'living like a rock star' because he's sleeping with the next door neighbor and not going to church *lmao*. Red seems to disagree - he has a cut line about Eric being seventeen, and starting to make his own decisions.
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In the Circle, Eric continues to freak out/disassociate. 🤣
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Then there's this cut moment between Donna and Jackie 👀
Jackie makes it clear she's not taking/hearing Donna's well-intentioned advice to avoid Kelso after he's cheated on her, and claims "now she has to go sleep with him". Donna calls her "dumb - and not regular dumb, like cheerleader dumb".
(I'm personally glad this exchange was cut. Both the Jackie sleeping with Kelso line, and Donna's comment - although I can understand her frustration!)
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Finally, there are two short cut scenes at the end.
In the episode, the last scene is in the Forman living room. Kitty excitedly yells, "Ha! C'mon everybody, the Formans are going to church!"
In the script, the next scene cuts to the Formans and Pinciottis in church, presumably right after that.
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Then there's this cut Leo/Pastor Dave duet, which was supposed to be the credits scene.
I feel robbed!!! I want to see these two characters singing Godspell, damnit! 🤣😂
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That's all she wrote, folks! Thanks for reading along for another one with me, your host, @thatseventiesbitch 😊
Other Scripts I've Posted:
S2xE20 "Kiss of Death" S2xE22 "Jackie Moves On" S2xE26 "Moon Over Point Place" S5xE21 "Trampled Under Foot" S7xE8 "Angie"
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sanchoyo · 1 month ago
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just finished echoes of wisdom!! (MAJOR) spoilers under the cut for my initial, very fresh thoughts. Lots of them
the outfits were so so cute. kitty outfit was a big hit for obvious reasons but I also loved Silk PJs and OG princess fits (dress and traveling one... <3) theres apparently a blue version of the dress and black cat outfit you get from amibos but I wasnt 100%ing and im not buying amibos just for that (even tho I would really like 2 have it akdsfk) a+ accessory designs too!!
great character designs, insanely varied for the gerudo and goron designs between every npc!! (probably the best gerudo designs to date IMO)
fav echoes were Hoard of Crows (me siccing like 6 crows on enemies) gold wind up bird u get from dampe (btw fun new role for him!!) bc I Liked Fast Money, lv 3 lizalfos (BLUE BIG BODYGUARD FOR ME) and lv 3 darknut. also obviously teddy bear. was throwing it at NPCs i liked all game
really enjoyed how many enemies returned from previous games!!! and diving!!! diving finally came back!! (LOVED the zora area, had a lot of fun with the pirate ship area over there too)
what was up with that one optional boss that was like a sentient fart. that was weird and I suspect he was supposed to come back and then I missed him on the second go around LMAO
the hebra mountain storyline had me in TEARS i was spawning teddy bears at that dude to try to make him feel better rapid fire (this did not help. sad) i was hoping i could find his brother and make him go back ;_; (cant recall the dudes name but that was the same species as the ones from twilight princess, right?)
the way i leveled up my swordfighter form SO much expecting to use it in the final boss fight and then had to give link his shit back and was unable to use it in the final fight?? INFURIATING. docking points on the rating for this game just for that shit. why give me the option to level up my sword and energy if not let me use it again null??? AUGH!!! I WANTED TO FIGHT TOO!!! NOT JUST USE ECHOES!!!
link and zelda both having to fight evil versions of each other at some point was kind of slay tho (also us having to come rescue him from the crystal? also slay) fanfic writers please have them jumping at mirrors and also seeing each other for a while tho, great concept
the final boss had me really surprised, i was 100% expecting ganon to show up or be the final boss (HE WAS ON THE POSTER...AND COVER ART...) but he was just another echo?? so where did null get that echo, exactly? was the ganon at the start that kidnapped zelda the real one, then link killed him and null echoed him from there?? unclear
null was a great final boss conceptually tho and i 100% hope they use them for future games. eldritch horror wasnt what i expected but thats AMAZING (putting their disappointing, sort of chaotic, but not hard final boss fight aside). very scary. very cool. walking around in their insides(??) to get to them (??) was awesome. love when cute games get a lil dark. adds flavor. cool new lore!!! cant wait for the lore implication theory videos to come out (do we think null is stronger than demise?? I decided I Do think so, demise is a Demon and null is some huge cosmic horror, feels like the scales tip to null being stronger...)
why was everyone at the end so shocked at what link said. whatd he say that had them shook i need to know (was it that he could talk again?? wasnt that a temporary problem from being in the void lol??)
need more games to play as zelda now. loved it. best loz game to come out since botw, maybe actually ranks higher in my mind?? (could be recency bias ofc, but it checked so many boxes for me) really fresh concept, my only real gripes are how the final boss fight played out (GIVE ME MY SWORDFIGHTER FORM BACK!!! LET ME SLICE!!) and the dang echo menu being 234234 miles long...the sorting features were nice, but still, needed a better menu for that in general. i scrolled 30 miles in the snow uphill etc.
also barely any of the ost was super stand-out to me, which (like. it was FINE but given how good the music in cadence of hyrule was they shouldve brought those guys back to do this music tbh. that game had me spoiled on good loz remixes. I stand by the fact it has probably the best ost in ALL of the zelda games.)
i LOVED the puzzles and dungeons. missed them soo much in recent loz games. i LOVE PUZZLE!!!!!!!!! none of them were too hard and it also wasnt too hand-holdy. perfect level of makes me think but not Steam my Brain type stuff.
smoothies were cute and really fun to play with. the deku scrubs were SO cute (they all used they/them too i think. based) all the CATS!! WERE SO CUTE!! just really appreciate how cute everything in the game was in general. the fact i could chuck teddy bears at enemies. best game actually
cant say i was crazy about any of the mini games but none were super hard once you had the froggy item. it felt like cheating a lil bit to use it but that was one of the items I wore until the end (along with my cute heart bow of COURSE. cant be saving hyrule if you aint cute)
fav NPCS were hebra mountain guy (conte??) the gerudo chief's daughter (she really felt like zelda's sidon, but not annoying <3) and general wright surprisingly (I really enjoyed how loudly supportive of zelda he was!! he was like YEAH OUR PRINCESS IS SO STRONG SHE CAN FIX IT AND BEAT THOSE MONSTERS!!! LETS GOO i loved that energy for us)
saying goodbye to tri destroyed me. I was crying real ugly tears. (I started thinking about my dog and saying goodbye to him last month and how much tri's speech reminded me of what I told him AUGH. its still fresh and hurts but this was somehow really healing to play. like this came at the perfect time I think)
thoughts subject to change once I watch other people's playthrus and listen to theory videos and think on it for a while but rn? solid 8/10 game (and I only docked points for the dang end boss fight really, REALLY good game up until then)
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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 years ago
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HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)
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Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader
Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.
Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer’s Note: Just came down off a stomach virus. Lemme tell you...whoever had this virus first in Philly, FUCK YOU!! Enjoy the chapter! -Jazz
Read on AO3 here!
Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.
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TWO.
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Aizawa has always had trouble sleeping.
Whether it be because of stress over his students, haunted memories of villain attacks, or the memory of his beloved childhood friend Oboro.
But tonight, and for the past few nights since September when the school year began, his sleep troubles can be contributed to you and your damn cute ass self.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, practically slamming his hand down on his phone to stop the sound of ocean waves.
This usually does wonders to help him sleep, but all he’s been envisioning since he laid his head down to sleep hours ago is fucking you on an island, your luscious thighs spread and cute little tummy exposed as his dick strokes the inside of your wet, tight, utterly amazing pussy, your cute little ears and tail twitching as he strokes those with his hands, making you dumb with the pleasure.
“Fuck!” He growls, frustrated. He sits up in his bed, soaked in sweat despite the cool spring air coming through the window to his apartment. He looks at the clock: 12:23 AM. At this rate, he’ll be up until 6. Thank God it’s the weekend though.
But sleep is very important to Aizawa. He needs it to function, which is especially needed to deal with the public, his coworkers, and his snot-nosed students. He can’t do that if he’s here lying awake in bed, wondering why he’s still alone and not in your bed instead.
So what does he do when you’re running through his mind like this? He takes a walk.
He rises from his messy bed with the covers askew, clad in his briefs. He walks over to his clothes closet where he changes into a simple, black tracksuit. He doesn’t wear his usual jumpsuit for fear of dirtying it up, but he does pack his scarves and goggles since, as Mic put it, “a hero’s job is never done”.
After gathering his phone and keys, he meanders in his living room for a while, eyeing the closed bedroom door covered in painted pink flowers and cats that Mirio insisted on doing for his “little buddy” when they set up her bedroom. That was a year ago. How time flies when you’re a single dad, a professor, and a pro hero at the same time.
Aizawa smiles at the door before locking up his apartment and heading down the quiet hall to the elevator to take him downstairs. Once there, he swipes himself out with a key card given to all UA staff to get in and out of campus buildings and heads out into the quiet, spring night.
Before he heads off on his walk, he plugs his AirPods into his ears and chooses his R&B playlist. He begins nodding along to Troop’s “All I Do Is Think of You” as he begins to walk… probably not the right song choice because he instantly begins to think of you.
The campus is quiet. All are either asleep or out in the city, enjoying this nice Friday night. Spring is in full bloom, though the early chill is still in the air and the cherry blossoms that surround the area are still budding.
He walks along the walkway leading towards one of the many entrances to the UA campus, walking away from the apartment complex that houses many of UA’s teachers and staff.
Including you. He hasn’t seen you much around the building since you live on different floors and have such different schedules, but while in school, he runs into you in the elevator, stairwell, or hallway from time to time.
And each and every time, he’s dumbfounded by your attractiveness. His mouth waters every time he gets a look at your plump lips as they form the words “good morning” and your pretty, brown eyes he wants to stare into forever. Not to mention your gorgeous skin his fingers itch to feel, but not as much as they do your ears and tail that, unfortunately for him, go along with your quirk.
Goddamn, your ears and tail! He has to duck into empty classrooms every time he sees you down the hall because his hands start aching to stroke the adorable little things coated in fine, black fur.
His cock takes the worst of it though. It seems to have a mind of its own that you control. Every time he gets a glance at you in some cute little skirt with your ears relaxed as you sit in your office, he’s so tempted to find a nice, quiet place somewhere and bust several nuts at the thought of you…and he has.
At first, he wasn’t sure how he felt about you working here because of your cat quirk. Not because he disliked any person with an animal quirk (he isn't a prejudiced dick), but because you were so goddamn cute and knew he would never be able to focus. Throw in your compassion for the UA kids, your sweet and genuine personality, great taste in fashion, and your general niceness, and he’s ready to jump you.
He’s a fucking mess for you. Why the fuck did God or your parents’ genes have to make you so goddamn cute, pretty, and nice?
He’d never tell you any of this though. He knows logically, that someone as pretty and as sweet as you would never return the same feelings to someone as awkward and as rough around the edges as him. You deserve someone who doesn’t scurry off when they see you and isn’t a complete introvert. Someone who doesn’t have secrets or a chip on their shoulder. You deserve so much better.
But fuck, does Aizawa want to be that “better”. He wants to be your man so bad, he can barely think straight. But that’s all it can be: want. Nothing more.
“Nothing more,” he whispers to himself, his breath fogging slightly in the chilled air.
As if validating the state of his complicated life, his phone begins to go off. He checks the caller ID, finding the number of the MPD aka the Musutafu Police Department hitting him up. Principal Nezu cut a deal with the chief a year ago for pro teachers to volunteer to do nightly patrols to clean up on street crime around campus and in the city. Aizawa volunteered since he’s got nothing else better to do.
Plus, kicking some ass certainly beats grading papers and stroking his dick nonstop at the thought of you. “You rang, chief?” he answers.
“Good, you picked up,” the chief sighs in relief. “Sorry to bother you so late. Were you sleep?”
Aizawa nearly laughs. “Nope, you caught me at a good time. What’s up?”
The chief gives him the rundown: “We just got a report in from an overnight staff member about a robbery at the International Pro Hero Museum. According to him, there are four individuals in black jumpsuits and ski masks who broke into the place and took the overnight staff hostage. The one who put in the report managed to escape and called 911, but these individuals have their own quirks they’re using to their advantage to rob the place.”
“Did the staff member mention anything about what kind of quirks they have?” Aizawa asks, switching into gear. The wheels in his mind begin turning, already analyzing the situation.
The chief lets out another exasperated sigh, which is a no. “None at all, so just be careful, Eraserhead. We know you’re highly skilled in this department, but it doesn’t hurt to say it.”
Aizawa smirks to himself, already moving behind a building to change. “Thanks, but I think I’ve got this,” he chuckles. “I’ll be right there.”
After hanging up, he immediately straps on his goggles and winds his scarves around his neck. Without another thought, he shoots one arm out and loops his scarf around a street lamp before latching on and leaping onto it.
He does this with every street lamp, traffic light, and building he sees, the world darkened by his goggles. He likes doing nighttime missions because he’s not noticed nearly as much as in daylight, but he gets the occasional “Hey, it’s Eraserhead!” yelled at him from a window or a car. He usually spares a wave or a nod, but this time, he’s too focused on his mission to pretend to like the attention.
He manages to make it to the museum quicker than he thought, but he doesn’t immediately act. He first crouches on the neighboring building, looking out at the museum. He doesn’t see a vehicle of any sort, which means the robbers came on foot. What he does see, however, is a broken window. At least they were smart to not try to break through the front door, meaning there is also an alarm that they probably disabled.
After analyzing the distance from the building he’s perched on to the museum, Aizawa wraps his scarf around a nearby tree and swings from the branch, like Tarzan. Then he latches himself onto the branch and, after securing his goggles, leaps from the tree and through the open window.
He lands perfectly on his knees, using a hand to steady himself on the ground into what Mic calls “a superhero landing”. He then asses his new environment: a dark storage room filled with dusty supplies, hero posters, and a group of museum staff gagged and bound against the wall. The hostages.
He quickly springs into action to help them, taking the makeshift rope and gags off of them. As he does, he looks down and finds tiny thorns in his gloves that protrude from the textured, green rope that tightly bound the hostages together. ‘Vines,’ he realizes.
“It’s Eraserhead!” one of the hostages shouts in glee. Another, wearing a janitor's uniform, hushes him.
“Hush, stupid!” he whispers harshly. “They might come back for us!”
Aizawa helps each of them stand on their feet. “It’s alright, I’m here to help,” he calmly says. “How did you all get here?”
“Those four fuckers put us in here!” the janitor angrily replies. “I was just cleaning the floor in time for tomorrow’s shift and next thing I knew, I was being shoved to the ground and tied up in these damn vines.”
He kicks at the vines that lie on the ground. Aizawa stares at them questionably. “So one of them has a plant quirk,” he realizes. “Anybody know about the other three?”
Another hostage–a young security guard–steps forward. “One of them has webbed feet and can walk on walls,” he answers. “He jumped on my back and attacked me. Scared the shit outta me.” A sudden crash pierces the air, making the hostages freeze in fear. Aizawa quickly gears into action.
“Nobody move from this spot,” he orders firmly. “I’ll come back for all of you. The police are on their way.” Before anyone can say anything more, he quickly leaves the storage room and slinks through the dark museum as quietly as possible.
Each room he stalks through is dedicated to its own hero according to each part of the world as well as dark and empty. Nothing seems out of place until he makes it to the front of the museum where he finds broken glass littering the tiled floors. Warning signals blare in his head, his body warm with adrenaline as he carefully walks on the glass, using the fox walk technique.
His eyes trail over the glass to the broken case of All Might’s first hero outfit. Obviously, the robbers were trying to snatch it. What he doesn’t expect is to see three of them tied together near the door, back to back and unconscious. “What the fuck?” he whispers in bewilderment.
He gets a little closer and inspects the work: they are wrapped in one of the robber’s own vines with bruises and black eyes ruining their faces and slight tears in their black clothes. Someone seriously fucked these guys up.
‘But who?’ he thinks, confused. ‘Who the hell was here before me?’
He suddenly freezes, sensing something. Something that feels like danger according to his twirling gut.
With a deep inhale, he shoots his hand out to the right, earning a strangled gasp in response. He turns, finding a kid with unruly, burgundy hair and black clothes in his grasp, his bare, webbed feet dangling like a rag doll.
He gives Aizawa a toothy grin. “Eraserhead,” he croons. “I should’ve known you bein’ an old fart wouldn’t have fucked with your sense of hearing.”
Aizawa glares at the kid. “First of all, I’m thirty-one,” he deadpans. “Second, what are you doin’ with these fools? Shouldn’t you be at home sleep, kid?”
The kid’s wolfish grin drops, replaced with a look of rage. “Don’t call me that!” he snarls, wriggling around in Aizawa’s tight hold. “I’m not a fuckin’ kid! And I do what I want!”
Aizawa tightens his grip on the kid. “Jeez, anger issues much?” he huffs. “Something tells me your dad never spanked you when you were younger.” He tries to get a look at the kid’s face, preparing to wipe his quirk for a few hours so he’s easier to handle.
The kid surprises him by looking right at him suddenly. “What, you gonna do it for me?” he taunts before giving him a smile. “You could try!”
Suddenly, he pulls out a canister ball and slams it against the ground, causing a burst of smoke to explode from it. Aizawa drops the kid and begins to cough as the smoke fills his lungs, his vision now obscured by the fog. He tries to look for the kid, tapping into his senses to find him. When the smoke finally clears, the kid is gone.
“Hey, old man!” someone shouts from the ceiling. Aizawa looks up and finds the kid hanging from the ceiling with his webbed feet. “Shit!” he growls, but he’s not quick enough. The kid jumps from the ceiling with a shout and lands on Aizawa’s shoulders.
“Perfect distraction,” he snickers. “Now you can say this “kid” is the reason to meet your end. Goodnight, Eraserhead.”
Before Aizawa can try to rip him off, the kid wraps his arms and legs around his neck and begins to squeeze hard. Suddenly, Aizawa can’t breathe. He grunts, trying in vain to rip the kid off of him, but he has a fucking koala grip on him.
‘Air,’ Aizawa thinks. ‘I…need…air!’ He drops to his knees, desperate to get some air in his burning lungs.
But the kid just keeps on squeezing, desperate to kill the pro. Aizawa can feel his eyes fluttering shut, the darkness beginning to eat at his vision.
Suddenly, the strangling sensation stops and the kid lets out a grunt as he falls from Aizawa’s back. Aizawa sputters and coughs, gulping down as much air as possible. “That could’ve ended very badly,” an unfamiliar voice says behind him.
He turns, finding someone equally as unfamiliar to him. She stands above the now-unconscious kid, an All Might paperweight from the museum’s gift shop in her hand.
Aizawa’s eyes trail over her form, beginning at her black knee-high boots to her black bodysuit, the leather, and slashes of glittered silver glinting in the flashing lights overhead. The black mask she wears over her head obscures the top half of her face from him, only showing him her nose and her glossy, plump lips where he just sees two fangs jutting out. Her braids hang at her waist where her hands are, placed confidently on her hips.
Aizawa notices the same glittering, claw-like slashes there too along with some across her thighs he knows could crush someone’s head.
He wouldn’t mind being in between them himself.
He continues to gape at her for a moment, wondering where the fuck she came from. “You alright?” she asks, concern in her voice. She puts a gloved hand out to him where he can see long, makeshift claws attached to the tips of her fingers. Snapping back to reality, he refuses her hand.
“I’m fine,” he grumbles, standing. “Who the fuck are you?”
The stranger blinks at him with those yellow, feline-like eyes. “Well, nice to meet you too,” she scoffs. “I thought you would’ve already seen me in the newspapers, but I suppose cameras can only work so well in the dark.” She juts a hand out, giving him a fanged smile. “Night Claw. Nice to meet you, Eraserhead.”
Aizawa blinks at her. Her name sounds familiar to him. “You know me?” he questions, raising a brow at her. Night Claw giggles, moving her braids behind her shoulder. “You’re kiddin’, right? Anyone who’s anyone knows you.”
His eyes trail up to her mask, noticing the two pointed ears poking out of it. Now he knows why her name sounded so familiar. “I know you too,” he says, earning a wide-eyed stare from her. “You’re the new vigilante who’s been going around at night fighting street crime. I’ve seen your name pop up on Twitter.”
Night Claw grins with pride. “I’m her, exactly,” she chirps. “I was around, so I figured I’d stroll the streets. Then I came across the museum and saw them tryna make a hustle out of a steal.”
She nods at the kid and his three partners. “The hostages okay?” she asks worriedly. “I couldn’t get to ‘em fast enough. Needed to make sure these dumbfucks didn’t steal nothin’ else.”
“Yeah,” he grumbles, still sizing her up. Who is this girl? Where did she come from? “You know, I would’ve handled that myself. And them.” He nods at the robbers.
Night Claw just laughs, irritating him. “Oh, yeah,” she replies sarcastically, “‘cause it looked like you were doin’ a great job, to begin with. Ya know, being that I saved your narrow behind, I think I’m deserving of a thank you.” She crosses her arms over her ample chest that Aizawa has to force himself to look away from.
Aizawa clenches his fists, feeling incredibly pissed that she’s mocking him and that she ruined his mission. This was his arrest, not hers. And he certainly didn’t need any help from someone who isn’t even an official hero. He despises nothing more than people who feel like just because they have quirks, they have every right to become a hero without putting in the blood, sweat, and tears to do so.
But he doesn’t say all that. He only looks at the bright-eyed vigilante and sucks his teeth at her. “You’re not gettin’ one,” he growls. “And my ass isn’t narrow.”
Night Claw just smiles at him, almost taunting him. “I’m guessin’ you don’t have a license for this?” he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets. Night Claw’s smile doesn’t falter. “A girl never tells her secrets,” she hums, which he takes as a no.
“You know, I have every reason to take you into custody and hand you over to the cops for impersonating a hero,” he cooly states, fixing the vigilante with a hard stare. But even with the possibility of going to jail, Night Claw’s confidence never wavers.
She instead raises her chin and looks at him through the eye slits of her mask. “Are you though?” she purrs.
The air around them grows tense and thicker than fog. Before either of them can say anything more, the sound of police sirens begins to fill the air. Night Claw looks startled all of a sudden, but quickly bounces back and gives Aizawa a playful smile. “Guess that’s my cue to leave,” she announces briskly. “They’re all yours.”
Aizawa watches in silence as the vigilante turns towards the front doors of the museum, her ass looking way too good in her bodysuit. As if forcing him to be a good person, his throat burns from the kid’s attempt on his life. “Hey, Night Claw,” he says in his deep, baritone voice.
Night Claw stops and turns to him, the moonlight illuminating her skin and braids, making them appear like twined silver. Aizawa swallows down the strange lump in his throat at the sight of her. “Nice boots,” he mutters.
She gives him a joyful smile. “You’re welcome,” she giggles. “I’ll be seein’ you around, Eraser.”
Then, without another word, she struts out of the museum and into the darkness, leaving Eraserhead alone, confused, and very, very aroused.
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Concept dump! Read more to have actual context lol
Still just fucking around and finding what works so these are all considered drafts
I’ve decided to fiddle around with the ages of the characters so some of them might be a year younger (the eah cast being sohphmores so some are freshmen)
Darling and Dexter never vibed as twins (might be my bias but they gave me middle child and youngest closeness)
So sprinkle in more sibling angst I made Daring and Dexter twins instead (darling being a freshman)
Dexter I don’t like on my rewatch (he’s okay but he doesnt do anything for me as a character) so I spruced up his design and gave him a lip piercing(?) idk it felt right to me
Next page is me fiddling with the og designs and I really liked the idea of everyone from wonderland having more formal clothing even in casual situations
Which led to the latest sketch of kitty getting a design overhaul ( again I just didn’t vibe with her og one)
The mask idea was actually from my best friend. So all credit to them cause its actually really cool
The masks essentially act as their smiles do in eah: putting it on enables them to travel in between and teleport (the rounded on is kitty’s,the angular one is her mom’s) really the whole design could be credited to them lol
Wanted to add more diverse body types, Lizzie already has genetic factor of her mom being more chubby plus it’s cute for her personality to be so aggressive but her body type is so round
Bunny blanc I actually did not like even in my first watch of eah as a child
So overhaul of her design which led to me giving her a suit cause I think she’d look cool in one
The mask is to continue the theme of animal type characters from wonderland / her body type is supposed to be the human equivalent of a hare/rabbit mixing cause my friend thought it’d be funny to make the hare/rabbit gay and have kids
I’m not questioning their logic cause it made actually like bunny blanc lol
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awholelotofladybug · 4 months ago
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On Ice 2: A Stammering Adrien AU Story
Based on this AU.
Disclaimer: The only characters or locations I own are the ones I make up. All other fictional characters and locations in Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir are the property of Thomas Astruc and Zag. Please support the official release.
Ladybug hissed at the cold as she navigated through a now-frozen Paris. Even with the new power-ups, every second she spent moving through the chilled wind felt like an hour. Her cheeks and nose were probably the coldest. She'd give almost anything for a scarf or a ski mask at that moment.
'Maybe thinking about warm things will help,' she thought. 'A blanket. No, warmer. Hot cocoa. Better, but still not warm enough. A nice campfire. Yeah, that's good. A big, heavy coat. That works too. Chat Noir. Wait, Chat Noir?'
Yes, amid her thinking, Ladybug saw her partner coming toward her, as fast as a torpedo.
"Chat!" she exclaimed with a smile.
"M'lady!" Chat shouted as he rushed to hug her. "Boy, am I glad to s-s-s-see you!"
Ladybug laughed. "You too, kitty. Say, how were the macaroons I gave you last week?"
"Delicious," said Chat. "Ate… Ate the whole box in one go."
"Careful, kitty. Don't want to overdo it with the sweets," Ladybug teased as she patted his stomach.
Chat chuckled. "Moi? Never."
Ladybug smiled. It was always great to catch up with Chat. It was just a shame it had to be during an Akuma attack. That's when the windchill came back.
"Brrrr. This cold is driving me crazy," said Ladybug. "We better get a move on and…"
"Put this Akuma on ice?" Chat said with a smirk.
Ladybug couldn't help but let out a snort. Yes, the pun was lousy, but in the funniest way. And she could see the smug look on Chat's face. He had one every time he made her laugh.
"Honestly," she said. "Are you a cat or a clown?"
Chat shrugged. "C-C-C-Can't I be both?"
With a few more chuckles, the young duo stopped their jesting and went through the streets to find the Akuma, hopefully before they caught frostbite.
Frozer laughed as he skated expertly across the frozen Parisian pathways.
"Ah, revenge really is like ice cream," he said. "Sweet and best served cold. Wouldn't you agree, Hawkmoth?"
"Overused metaphors aside," said Hawkmoth telepathically. "There's still the matter of Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses."
"Keep your jacket on," said Frozer. "I'm sure those little pipsqueaks are on their way right now. And once they get here, I'll make them into Ladybug and Cat-sickles."
"Ooh, Do those c-c-c-come in different flavors? I'm p-p-partial to orange, myself."
Frozer's eyes went wide as he spun around to see none other than Ladybug and Chat Noir in the flesh.
Frozer smirked. "Well, if it isn't Paris' favorite pair of pipsqueak protectors. Come to see me turn Paris into my own winter wonderland?"
"Sorry, Frozer, but we're here to serve you a piping hot plate of justice," said Ladybug.
"Ooh," said Chat. "G-Great one-liner, m'lady."
"Yeah," said Frozer with a grin. "Great one-liner. I'd even say it was COOL!"
FWOOSH!
With one swift motion, Frozer sent a barrage of sharp icicles flying toward the heroes.
"M'lady, look out!" Chat exclaimed.
As he did, he pushed Ladybug and himself out of the way, only getting half of his tail cut off.
"Yikes!" said Ladybug. "Chaton, are you okay?!"
Chat picked himself up. "I'm alright, m'lady. J-J-J-Just a little winter wardrobe malfunction."
Ladybug would have made a witty reply, but she and Chat found themselves dodging another icy blast as Frozer continued his assault. It was one dodge after another in what almost felt like a dance for survival. Ladybug even caught herself doing a pirouette.
"You kids are good," said Frozer, "Would have made some excellent students if the city hadn't decided to RUIN MY LIFE!!"
As the villain ranted, Ladybug and Chat took cover behind a frozen bus.
"I think now would b-b-be a pretty good time for one of your lucky charms, m'lady," said Chat.
"Right," said Ladybug as she drew her yo-yo. "LUCKY CHARM!"
With a burst of energy and a flash of light, a large bag of salt materialized before them.
"A bag of salt?" Ladybug pondered.
"Of course," said Chat. "When salt d-d-dissolves, the sodium and chloride separate and..."
Chat's statement found itself cut short when an icicle pierced the ground in front of him, forcing him and Ladybug to move.
"Layman's terms?" Ladybug asked.
"Salt melts ice," said Chat. "Quick, toss me the bag."
Ladybug tossed Chat the bag, but as she did, she couldn't help but worry.
'Does he know what he's doing?' she thought.
However, just before he rushed off, Chat gave her a wink and a smirk. Her fears were put to rest.
'Oh,' she thought. 'He definitely knows what he's doing.'
Once he was close enough, Chat opened the bag, and did what he did best. He ran his mouth.
"Hey, F-F-F-Frozer, next time, try for a more original gimmick," he said. "There's, like, a dozen ice-themed supervillains already."
Frozer snarled. "You're judging me?! Who's the one running around in a kitty costume?!"
"No judgment," Chat said with a shrug. "I'm just... I'm just saying. Ice-themed villains are a dime a dozen."
Frozer's temper flared as he kept blasting at the young hero, only for him to dodge every shot
"Oops, touched a nerve. You know, for an ice villain, you're a real hothead," said Chat.
"You insolent little whelp!" Frozer exclaimed. "When I'm done with you, there won't be enough of you to fit in an ice tray."
Chat chuckled. "You know, I think you need t-t-to lighten up. No need to let a few jokes make you SALTY."
Salt was sprinkled all over the villain in the blink of an eye, and whatever wasn't on him made it to the ice beneath his feet. The once-solid ice became a pile of slush, and the villain would find himself hitting the ground with a painful THUD.
"Ladybug, now!" Chat exclaimed.
Ladybug wasted no time, skating as fast as her skates could carry her. She rushed over and snatched the earrings from Frozer's ears, smashing them until the Akuma finally emerged.
"No more evil-ding for you, little Akuma," she said with a swing of her yo-yo. "TIME TO DE-EVILIZE!"
The butterfly was captured, cleansed, and set free.
"Bye-bye, little butterfly," said Ladybug. "MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!!"
She tossed the empty bag of salt in the air, and in an instant, Paris went from a frozen wasteland to the City of Love again. Frozer transformed back into Phillipe, who couldn't help but shed a tear.
"I meant no harm," he said. "I was just trying to save my business, my dream."
Chat stepped up. "I'm sure a few more c-c-customers and a good lawyer can help. Your dream doesn't have to be over yet."
"Chat Noir's right," said Ladybug. "In fact, maybe we can help. We've pushed a product or two in the past."
"You two would do that for me? Oh, merci, Ladybug, merci beaucoup," said Phillipe as he picked himself up.
Ladybug nodded. "Whatever we can do to help."
With everything settled, Ladybug and Chat ended the mission with their signature fist bump.
"Bien Joué!"
Luka stood outside the locker rooms of the ice rink, conflicted.
'She's right in there,' he thought. 'You could just knock on the door, ask her to come out, and talk about it.”
Did Luka really want this? Did he want to risk breaking Adrien’s heart by asking Marinette out? It’s not like Adrien couldn’t find someone else, right? Then again, he knew for a fact that Adrien and Marinette loved each other. Did he really want to disrupt that? This debate went back and forth as his hand unconsciously moved toward the locker room door. That’s when he heard a loud “Ahem.” He turns to see an irritated-looking Kagami Tsurugi, causing him to gulp.
"Kagami, I swear, this isn't what it looks like..."
"I hope not," said Kagami. "Because it looked like you were about to be a total scumbag."
Luka threw up his hands in defense. "I was just going to knock, that's all."
"And then what?"
Luka sighed. That one question managed to put an end to Luka's mental debate.
"You know, for a second, I really was ready to disrupt their melody, just to be with Marinette," he said. "But I can't... No matter how much I want to."
"I know the feeling. Part of me wants Adrien more than anything, but he's chosen his target, and it's not me."
Luka exhaled. "Yeah. But hey, it's not that bad, right? I mean, they make each other happy."
"Yeah... Yeah, you're right," said Kagami. "And besides, there are plenty of fish in the sea, right?"
"Exactly. I ought to know. I live on a boat," said Luka.
Kagami shook her head. She could tell Luka was prouder of that joker than he had any right to be. Still, the point was as clear as crystal. Marinette and Adrien were meant for each other, and Kagami and Luka's destiny lied elsewhere. As this thought began to sink in, Marinette and Adrien emerged from the girl's and boy's locker rooms respectively. Without missing a beat, Kagami and Luka rushed to them.
"Are you okay, Mari?"Luka asked. "You're not hurt, are you?"
Marinette blushed and smiled. "I'm okay. No harm done."
Luka felt a wave of relief was over him. Meanwhile, Adrien was being inspected from head to toe by Kagami and Gorilla, causing his face to turn a bashful pink.
"I-Is this n-n-necessary?" Adrien asked.
"Hold still," said Kagami. "Gotta make sure you're okay."
Adrien shooed their hands away. "I'm fine. Really."
"Hey, don't you dismiss me," said an irritated Kagami. "I was worried."
"I know. I'm s-s-s-sorry. But really, I-I'm okay."
Kagami smiled. Everything seemed to wrap up nicely until Kagami caught Adrien and Marinette awkwardly avoiding each other's eye contact. She groaned softly, growing weary of this emotional rollercoaster, but then, with the ding of a phone notification, Kagami got an idea.
"Hey, Luka, my ride is here. You need a lift home?" she said with a wink.
"O-Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks," said Luka. "I'll get my things."
Adrien and Marinette's faces both went pale as they heard their friends' plan. Adrien shot a desperate look to Kagami, and Marinette to Luka. Both expressions screamed, "Please don't leave!" But these pleas fell on deaf ears, for better or worse, as Luka mouthed 'Good luck' to Marinette and Kagami mouthed 'You've got this' to Adrien. Without another word, the heiress and the musician were out the door, and Marinette and Adrien were left alone.
Adrien could already feel himself starting to shake. Left alone with his crush. What was he to do? He couldn't just run. What would she think of him? But that blunder they had on the ice was just so awkward, so embarrassing, how could they even hope to address it? Then again, if they didn't talk about it, would anything change? That's when Adrien made his decision. He took a deep breath, forced himself to stop shaking, and looked at Marinette.
"Hey, M-M-Marinette..."
Marinette gulped. "H-Hey, Adrien..."
"About what happened on the ice," he said. "I'm really s-s-s-sorry. I was... I was caught up in what I was doing, and..."
"No, no, no, I'm sorry. It was my fault," she said before chuckling. "Clumsy ol' Marinette, right? You're fine, really."
"You're not that clumsy all the t-t-t-time. Besides, I'm... I'm the one who got on the ice without knowing the first thing about skating."
"Yeah, but this was my idea, and..." Marinette said before shaking her head. "You know what, this is silly, letting a little spill embarrass us so much. Accidents happen, right?"
Adrien gave a sigh of relief. "Yeah, yeah. Accidents. That's all that was. An accident."
Marinette blushed. "So maybe, if you want, we can do this again?"
"Yeah," said Adrien with glowing, pink cheeks. "I-I'd like that."
Just then, Adrien felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked to see his bodyguard tapping his wristwatch.
"Oops, that's right. I have to go," said Adrien.
Marinette then looked at her phone. "My ride's here too. Have a good night, Adrien."
The two youngsters parted ways. Both seemed calm, but they were doing cartwheels and backflips in their heads. Despite the awkwardness and embarrassment, both were excited to see each other again. A small victory. One both Marinette AND Adrien hoped would lead to something more.
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