#normally the biggest 'oh no' is 'i have to deal with customers'

[eats-the-stars]

pleased that my new workplace passed a test i have called: can i take off on this day I was scheduled to work?

answer was yes, which sounds like “of course they would say yes that day is like 2 weeks out” but the thing is, it was not immediately followed by “as long as you can find someone to cover your shift.”

however, this day IS part of the weekly shift I agreed to cover during the holiday season, so it is NOT part of my normal shift schedule, and technically qualifies as an extra day. so...this is just, like, test part 1. still happy my workplace passed, though

[jnece-maharlika]

Pt2Danny Accidentally becomes the Ghost king, the president and the biggest threat to Bruce's social status.

Pt 1 link:

Part 2 Danny becomes the president.

Amity Parkers are the most adaptable people in the world. They're barely fazed by anything.

If you throw them into a situation that they are very unfamiliar with, it'll only take them five minutes to adjust before they start planning on how to live with this situation.

The Amity Parker mindset is: "Oh, I guess this is happening now."

So when the ghosts start attacking? The Amity Parkers immediately look for ways to avoid and protect themselves from the ghosts, not even questioning why ghosts are real. The only thing they think about is, "Damn, there's a ghost. I hope it doesn't attack the theater; I really want to see that movie."

When Phantom had his debut as a hero? The Amity Parkers started looking for ways to help, ways to keep out of his way (some to try and keep him away). The thought running through their minds was, "So this one is trying to protect us? Guess we have a hero now."

Amity Parkers don't spend their time getting mad at the sudden change of routine, the sudden loss of normalcy, or the broken buildings. Amity Parkers don't ask why and how ghosts are real, don't question if all ghosts are evil or if there are some good ghosts, and don't even think of how to get rid of them completely (they're part of the community now). They only look for ways to keep themselves from getting overshadowed. They definitely don't spend time thinking if the ghosts could bring more danger in the future or looking for more information for possible contingency plans. They aren't Batman; they believe that if the present is good, then the future will be better.

Point is, Amity Parkers are resilient and adaptable. They will take everything in stride and focus on the present. So what if some ghosts attack and block the street? They need to get to work, so they'll just drive around it.

After the whole Pariah Dark thing, they become liminal, gaining some form of super strength and glowing eyes (symptoms vary based on how strong the radiation on a person is). A normal human would think, "OH MY GOD, I'M DYING!" The Amity Parkers went, "Oh, cool, this is cool, but now I'm having a problem with opening doors without breaking the knob. Maybe the Fentons could do something about it, make stronger knobs or something."

When some babies started gaining some inhuman features? Some start floating? (Sharper ears, fangs. Babies adapt to things faster, so they get more ecto radiation.) The Amity parents went, "Is there a way to keep my child on the ground without leashing them like a dog?" Then proceeded to make a help blog for other Amity parents dealing with the same things.

So when the ghosts start becoming more of the community rather than enemies, the Amity Parkers just shrugged and asked for a book of ghost customs so they don't accidentally offend them.

When the Fentons started making ghost and human-safe items, no one even questioned why Danny had so much money and was funding his parents' research.

When Danny's name was almost (if not) in everything and he seemed to own most of the town, no one questioned it.

But everything changed when the GIW came again. Even the Amity Parkers weren't expecting this change.

The GIW waltzed in, claiming the liminal town was theirs to play with and started attacking everyone, including the Amity Parkers. The Amity Parkers went full defense mode, protecting the ghosts that were now their friends/neighbors/lovers, making sure that nothing would harm them.

They learned that it was Vlad who called on the GIW. He was pissed and petty that the crown was taken from him and decided to report his liminal town, pretending to be a "concerned mayor" who "wants his people to be healed."

The Amity Parkers were mad... they were furious.

And in the moment they saw Phantom fall to the ground, unconscious, and watched him de-transform from the hero King Phantom to the kid that owns and funds the most helpful companies in town, something changed. Something in the Amity Parkers changed.

Keep in mind that Amity Parkers don't change; they remain the same as they adapt to whatever change the world throws at them.

NEVER ONCE HAD THE AMITY PARKERS DECIDED TO MAKE A CHANGE THEMSELVES.

The first thing they changed? Their mentality. NEVER AGAIN WERE THEY GOING TO LET OUTSIDE FACTORS CHANGE THEIR LIVES. THIS IS THEIR TOWN AND IT WILL STAY THAT WAY.

God help the GIW for being their first victims.

An angry town of liminals, ghosts, and borderline gods, who have access to the Fentons' very destructive and effective technology.

Vs.

The regular GIW humans with anti-ghost tech they stole from the Fentons and nothing against liminals.

The battle was a swift victory, destroying not only the GIW in town but also all of its branches (and Vlad) with almost no traces of them even existing in the first place.

The change didn't stop there, however.

The Amity Parkers banded together with Team Phantom and the Fentons (minus Danny, as he is healing and shouldn't know about their plans; the hero should rest) and took out some of that ghost king money that Danny's trying to get rid of. They crashed the UN meeting while kidnapping the president of America.

The Amity Parkers have decided that Amity Park is theirs; it belongs to the people and its heroes. But how is it supposed to be truly theirs if they have to follow the rules of the country that funded the GIW?

A couple of death threats, bribing, more death threats and more money bribing to make sure the anti ecto acts are gone and the League of Bitches (Phantom called the JL that, and the Amity Parkers decided it was true) doesn't know about it, and a couple of hours in the nightmare realm (courtesy of Fright Knight, who happily participated when he found out what happened), and Amity Park was now its own independent country.

They decided that Tucker was to be a main part of security, letting him put up another firewall like the GIW did to make sure no one knows about their country. They don't want the League of Bitches or any outsider in the King's Haunt. It's theirs now; it belongs to the Ghost King of Amity Park, outsiders be gone.

And when it came to deciding who would be leader? There was no hesitation as they wrote down:

Daniel "Danny Phantom" Fenton, King of the Infinite Realms, King and President of Amity Park.

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A couple of years later, Batman, finding hints of a "Lazarus pit" in Illinois, send Flash to look around for anything suspicious. Flash, hyper focused on following his gps, hits a wall, literally faceplants into it.He double checks his map, the wall wasn't supposed to be there. He goes around it, there no way in, no way out. He goes back to batman and reports.

Pt3 soon.

Tags as requested

@nana-mizu-shiki

@talia-scar123

[yanmusing]

yan!fem!barista x fem! Reader Headcanons

A/n: this one goes out to my LESBIANS SHOUTOUT TO THE LESBIANS. THE LESBIANS. /REF

Also not proofread so please ignore any mistakes LOL

Minors DNI

TWs: general yandere behavior and nasty thoughts ◇

♡Yan!fem! Barista deals with rude and stupid people all the time. But life had a way of testing her patience.

♡"I want the Daisy's teacakes & coffee with no small cakes, and replace the coffee with green tea."

♡"Ma'am, the desserts come with the order."

♡"You think I'm stupid? I know, that's why I ordered it without the desserts."

♡Yeah. You are a fucking dumbass.

♡"No ma'am, I will get your order for you in a bit, thank you for your patience!"

♡Alright. I can get through this. It's like 9:00 am right now.

♡After dealing with the customer, she hears the little ring from the door

♡She doesn't think much of it

♡Ohhh but she should have

♡That's when she hears a giggle coming from your table

♡Oh...

♡Oh my...

♡Your table is littered with open textbooks and an untouched laptop. You're sitting with your back turned to her, but she catches a small glimpse of your face with you turn to the side.

♡Focus on the coffee. Just focus on the coffee. LOOK at the cup. It's empty- Just don't be nosy. Just be normal. She's just here for some nice Cafe vibes!! That's all!!!

♡AHH but you're so pretty jffjsfjfjskdhfjja

♡"Excuse me, Miss?"

♡Good GOD you can't just sneak up on people like that!!! It's totally not because she was distracted by her thoughts

♡"Yes, how can I help you?"

♡She stops what she's doing. She turns. She looks at you. Really looks at you.

♡Your nose, eyes, soft smile?

♡It's too much for her. You're just too cute.

♡Meanwhile, you were struggling on whether to ask for one or two chocolate croissants. Would it look greedy if you ordered two?...

♡"I'll have a chocolate croissant and a latte, please."

♡Yes, say please again. She loved that.

♡"Of course. Anything else I can get you?"

♡"Uhm... actually, can you please make that two chocolate croissants? That's all."

♡"Absolutely! I'll have that ready as soon as I can."

♡Aw man she pours her heart and SOUL into making the best latte for you!(no pun intended)

♡She picks out the biggest croissants; hopefully you've had breakfast. Oh, what if this is your first meal of the day?

♡Sure enough, when you walk up to get your order, your stomach growls. And you feel embarrassed.

♡"I'm so sorry, I haven't had anything to eat yet!" You try to awkwardly laugh it off.

♡"Oh no, it's okay sweetheart! Do you want a breakfast sandwhich with your order?"

♡You can't help it. Your face flushes a shade of red and your hand goes up to fidget with your necklace.

♡"I'm not sure..."

♡You poor thing... do you need someone to take care of you? Do you need some love? Do you need her?

♡Yeah. You definitely do.

♡"It's on the house, it's okay I promise!"

♡You cave in and let her buy it for you. I mean, it's not like you could just refuse something nice like this! Plus, she seemed really concerned for you. Genuinely.

♡"Ah, thank you so much!"

♡"it's no problem, I'll have it ready for you in a bit."

♡Look at you, so kind and respectful. So mild and sensitive, too. Initially, she pushed away the thoughts of your flustered face from her mind. But she has a soft spot for the emotional ladies. You're so adorable and lovely. She needs to have you underneath her.

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A/n: thanks for reading! Will make a part 2 :)

[kit-williams]

Hail to the King

For @konigsblog as a thank you for the follow and I guess to what expect of my writings.

tw: this is lewd, delusional König, warhammer 40k shenanigans, König is a Black Templar (see The 40k au for why)((I might try to write another with him as a Blood Angel)) I am shit at trigger warnings

It wasn't his fault that they hadn't kept a better leash on their Schätze. In his defense the chapter serf should have known better and the mortal... well she shouldn't have looked so helpless and cute. Normally he would be thrilled and an honor to join a kill team to slay xenos but this was suppose to be a punishment on learning to not touch what wasn't his.

He walked down the hall of the alien craft chopping down any xeno unfortunate to walk into his path. Most of the Inquisition agents he was around were men... it seems the Inquisitor had been warned about his pecularities.

"You're not suppose to be here." His head snapped over to the voice of a little Maus. He could feel his mouth salivate as the space suit hugged her form in a pleasing way. Oh sure to many baselines she was hardly different from the form of a man but he could see... as well as the custom suit with the symbol of the Inquisition on her front. But the way she was leaning over a console with the curve of her ass just on display.

"Auch, Where am I suppose to be then Maus?" He said annoyed trying to not play his hand but lucky for him his suit hid his eyes from the way they lustfully ran over her body. Though he looked at the bodies of the Xenos littering the room. "You being a little Maus and just coming in after all the fighting is done?"

He could see the pout on the other side of her visor, "Rude. No I cleared the room myself. Oh was a shame that it had to come to blows but then again..." He stopped listening as soon as her hips started to sway with what she was saying. He wanted to dig his fingers into her flesh as his hips moved against hers only hearing her pretty little moans. "Hey big guy!" She finally shouted over the vox.

König resumed paying attention to his Maus. "Ja?"

"Thanks for paying attention...," The sarcasm was obvious in her voice, "anyway. Like I said earlier you're not suppose to be near me and you're suppose to be on the other side of the ship dealing with Xenos."

"The fighting led me this way and given the amount of dead at your feet Maus. You're not exactly alone. It would be a shame if your Inquisitor lost your expertise." He purred out the last few words just buttering her up a little.

"Well... you're not wrong..." He could easily tell she was preening under his complements, "But the Inquisitor said you weren't allowed near female agents or crew members. So be off with you... shoo." She tried her best to wave him off as she turned back to the console.

Konig held a growl in his throat he'd has to teach his Maus manners later. But he was on duty and purging Xenos in the name of the Emperor came first and pleasure later. He started back down the hall before he heard mechanics and her soft little 'Oh hi.' He rushed back as soon as the rapid burst fire rang out and abhorrent xenos cries as he rushed back into the room.

She was in the middle of wrestling one as it was trying to grab her rifle out of her hands. He snarled out as he was upon them in a moment as thick xeno blood painted the walls and her suit as his chainsword ripped through the xeno flesh. Her head turned at the sound of a chime and she grabbed the assumingly heretical technology... then again he wasn't the biggest fan of the Mechanicus and knew Inquisitors tended to flirt with the Dark Mechanicus or heretecks to get better tech.

"Well I'm done here. Thanks again big guy!" She chirped and patted his chest before he grabbed her and pulled her to his chest.

"Nein! You'll just find trouble klein Maus. Und how will you get out of trouble all by yourself hmm?" He cocked his head to the side and watched her fold her arms over her chest. He was giddy as she was just the right amount of willful yet submissive. He knew what was for her own good... he had experience and age. She sighed as she settled into his arm holding her without much of a fight.

König knew he could get his hands on a pretty little Maus during his time here.

[thefreaksrunthisshow]

Richie working at Beanies, Max is a regular. Occasionally Richie brings Max coffee at school or before games. Idk.

Barista Boy

Max Jagerman x Richie Lipschitz

Genre: Fluff, confessions, first kiss

A/N: I had a great time writing this… I might make it a long fic on my ao3 if there’s enough interest 🫣 Anyway, enjoy!

Richie knew exactly how he ended up as the personal barista of the biggest bully in Hatchfield High. The inability to say no combined with his huge fucking crush on the guy made it virtually impossible for him to avoid it.

Coffee was far from his passion. No, that belonged to the worlds he was able to slip into when watching anime or playing his favorite video games, but Beanies wasn’t a terrible place to work in retrospect. Sure, the customers could be assholes, but that was bound to happen anywhere he worked dealing with the dreaded public. The coffee smell did however make him sick quite often. It seeped into all his clothing, his hair, and his very being. He swore that no matter how much he scrubbed after his shifts there was still a faint scent of coffee. He was convinced the smell had burned itself into his nostrils and he would never escape it.

The scent made it even easier for his predator to find him. Had he not managed to evade Max a time or two he would have thought the jock had a tracking device planted on him. The way he was able to find him at any given moment was uncanny. So he submitted to bringing him coffee as a sort of peace deal.

“You know…” Max started his voice echoing in the empty locker room. He was a big tipsy, they’d just won the biggest game of the season against Clivesdale after all and he couldn’t say no to a few celebratory beers. He sipped the coffee from Richie, turning the cup over in his hands, his leg bouncing with the weight of what he wanted to say.

“Mhmm?” Richie questioned, his head tilted a bit in confusion. Max wasn’t usually one for having difficulties speaking, that was however very normal for himself. Sometimes his mouth moved faster than his brain worked and his words got all jumbled around.

“I absolutely fucking hate coffee,” Max finally whispered.

The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air. If he hated coffee why did he demand such a task from Richie?

Oh… could it be because… surely not?

Richie sucked in a sharp breath, his cheeks on fire as he looked away. Focusing on the nighthawk painted on the wall he began to count backward from ten before he glanced back over at Max, hoping that his flush was less visible now.

“Why?” he simply asked.

“To see you.”

“Me?” Richie asked dumbfounded. Surely he wasn’t hearing things correctly.

Max nodded, throwing the cup of coffee across the room. It landed in the trash can with a soft thud and silence for what felt like an eternity followed. Sobered up by the coffee he scooted closer to Richie on the bench who tensed up as their shoulders collided awkwardly.

Richie mumbled something that Max couldn’t make out, breaking the silence. With a bit of prodding he spoke again, this time a bit louder. “What game are you playing?”

“No game,” he shrugged and Richie relaxed his tense shoulders just a bit.

“I — I should be going,” Richie stuttered. Stumbling to his feet he attempted to run but Max was faster and he found himself pinned against the wall. Knowing a beating was coming he scrunched up his nose and closed his eyes, but it never came. Instead of a fist meeting his face, he felt something featherlight, hesitant, and a bit wet on his cheek for just a moment. His eyes flew open just in time to see Max pulling away from him, a furious red blush on his cheeks.

His eyes cascaded down, hovering over his lips and then up to his eyes. Terror couldn’t even describe his emotions as he found Max slowly moving back towards him, with a hunger in his eyes that he’d never quite experienced in real life before.

Their lips met. Soft, gentle, hesitant of the other.

Just as they were closing in for another kiss they heard loud footsteps coming their way. Panic settled across their faces as they jumped apart just in time for Jason and Kyle to stumble in.

“See ya, nerd,” Max chuckled with a sly wink and joined his friends.

Richie sat in the locker room alone for at least an hour, his lips raw from his constant rubbing trying to process what the fuck had just happened and whether it was nothing more than a dream.

[hekate1308]

I can't wait for you

Prompt: I can’t wait for you

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Drowley

This is not a problem he ever expected to have.

Mainly because he has never been…

No. There is absolutely no reason to be idiotically emotional about it all. This is just a minor problem he has to deal with before he has to leave, that’s all.

He did not make the money he has by being sentimental, really.

And so, he’s waiting for his… well… he supposes he should call it his current friend with benefits.

(Although part of him is quick to point out that not only have he and Dean been doing what they are doing for close to a year now, much longer than any of his other affairs lasted, but they also spend the night at each other’s place regularly and have met each other’s family, although considering his brother still hates Crowley, mostly because he wanted to put Dean up with one of his own friends, that might not have been the best idea…)

There’s also the fact that it’s just normal at this point that Dean opens the door with his own key and greets him with a kiss. “Hey. What do you want to talk about?”

It’s one of the reasons this has lasted as long as it has – Dean’s never been one to beat around the bush, and Crowley really appreciates that.

Then, “I am afraid my business in London has run into a bit of trouble.”

“Oh.” Dean thinks about it for a moment and then says, “Normal trouble or the kind that got Al Capone locked up?”

He huffs because, unlike that amateur, he would never go to prison for tax fraud, and Dean should by now know that very well. “No. Just usual business troubles.”

Dean doesn’t ask because he, unlike many of Crowley’s other acquaintances, and especially his mother, is aware when he doesn’t want to talk about things.

Instead he asks, “So what are you going to do about it?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about” he says evenly, pouring them both drinks since he learned long ago what Dean likes.

They sit down on the sofa. “I have come to the conclusion that my business in London needs my personal attention” taking a deep breath and feeling nervous even though he shouldn’t, because really, nothing about this has to do with Dean, and why should he even care? It’s not like they are dating “So I will be moving back to London.”

A pause. Dean looks at him, and he can’t read his expression at all, which is rather unnerving.

Then, “For how long?”

Of course he knows Crowley will come back. Of course he does.

“I – I don’t know. I’ll have to restructure everything, for one, and then – “

“I see”.

Another pause.

Eventually, Dean simply says, “I can’t wait for you.”

He didn’t expect him to, anyway. It would be utterly ridiculous to think that someone like Dean would wait for someone like Crowley. He’s probably lined up several people who would be interested in him (who wouldn’t be, really) so that –

“So I’ll go home and pack. See you in an hour or so.”

Wait, what?

Dean kisses him. “I can work anywhere, really, so I guess London here we come.”

“I don’t know when we will be able to come back” he warns him because it seems only fair even though normally that would be the last thing on his mind.

“Well, we’ll have to wait and see then, luv, won’t we” Dean replies in what he has to sadly admit is not a bad imitation of a Cockney accent (not that he will ever admit it to Dean).

He supposes they will have to indeed.

Two years later

He can’t deny that it feels good to be back in New York again. Even with his accent and his roots, this is always the city where he’s felt most at home, and of course now, he has an even better reason to consider it such…

He enters Dean’s new studio and finds his husband putting up some finishing touches. “Is that wise?” he asks when he sees their wedding picture in place of pride.

“Oh, you mean because it might tell people I’m married to New York’s biggest bastard?” he asks lightly even though they both know it’s about something else entirely. “I don’t care. Customers don’t like it, they can just up and leave. I don’t know if you know, but I’m a gold digger. Married into money.”

“I really should have paid more attention when picking my husband” he drawls as Dean laughs and pulls him close.

“Yes, well, too late, no getting rid of me now.”

He thinks that, all things considered, this might be the least of all the problems he has ever encountered in his life.

[your-favorite-roommate]

OC Interview: Mickey and Abraham

based off of [this] amazing template by @marnie-mixs-meteors (please let me know if you want me to untag)

What would you put on your burger? 

Mickey: I’m a sucker for any good burger with an egg on it

Mickey: What?

Abraham: I- what?

Abraham: Why would you…ruin a perfectly good burger?

Mickey: Alright I know what we’re eating tonight.

Abraham: NO anyway, I like… I don’t know, normal stuff. Pickles?

Mickey: He’s my designated pickle eater.

Abraham: If it makes you happy, sure.

How much junk food do you eat? Has it affected your health? 

Abraham: Oh god, the amount of junk food Mickey eats is ridiculous!

Mickey: You say that as if you’re any better…

Abraham: Hey, I didn’t grow up on Earth, so I need to catch up on all the foods I never got to eat. Besides, I’m your guardian angel. I’ve got to make sure you stay alive, and you can’t exactly do that with cotton candy stuffing your arteries.

Mickey: Oh so that makes it okay for you, though?

How good are you at sharing? How do you share something if there's not enough supply? 

Abraham: Obviously!

Abraham: Mickey has the kindest heart of any creature I’ve ever met, hands down. And I know so many angels! But Mickey would bend over backwards to give everything to anyone around him.

Mickey: …Are you just saying that because you’ve got to keep up the perfect angel image?

Abraham: Oh, god no. That’s long gone. But I’m supposed to be taking care of you, and you’ve only taken care of me since day one. You gave me your spare bedroom and put up with my bullshit when I was at my lowest, and have been helping me ever since. 

Where do you work? How much are you paid, and would you prefer a different job? Why? 

Mickey: I have a job at the local library, I’ve been there for a couple years. It’s minimum wage, but I don’t mind cuz I enjoy the work I do.

Abraham: Well, usually you do...

Mickey: Obviously there’s awful customers everywhere. Bitchy moms who are so confused as to why I can’t loan a book out to their kid when we don’t even have the book in our system. But for the most part, everyone’s wonderful.

Abraham: People could stand to be nicer, though… I don’t see why I can’t just stay with you, make sure people are being nice.

Mickey: Because you’d scare them by pretending to knock them out over my shoulder! Besides, we need the extra income from the coffee shop.

Abraham: I work part-time at the coffee shop in the library and it’s alright. The owners are pretty nice, the pay is kinda garbage but I make tips, so that helps. But I’ll be honest, some customers are not helping my opinion of them when they come in looking for trouble. 

Mickey: They’re probably tired, you do serve coffee after all…

Abraham: No excuse to be yelling at service workers at 8am.

What's your favorite flavor of edible thing (e.g., strawberry)? 

Abraham: Vanilla, Mickey thinks it’s a basic bitch choice, but I like it.

Mickey: I never said that! I just think that salted caramel is better, that’s all.

How do you compose yourself in stressful situations? 

Abraham: Is “I don’t” an answer?

Mickey: You know, you’d think for someone whose purpose is to protect others, you’d be better at keeping your cool in situations.

Abraham: I must’ve missed that class in school.

Mickey: That’s alright, I’ve got enough cool for both of us.

Abraham: God help us if you’re the cool one in this relationship…

What is your biggest flaw? How do you deal with it? Do you deal with it? 

Abraham: Ha, bold of you to assume I have flaws!

Abraham: Alright you didn’t have to say that, dude. 

Mickey: …Yeah alright, Mr “you could never comprehend what I’m going through”

Mickey: Don’t “dude” me, bro!

Abraham: Don’t “bro” me, dude! In my defense, that conversation we had was really eye-opening, and I’ve been working on my selfish tendencies a lot since then. 

Mickey: Wait, what’s my biggest flaw…. 

Abraham: Probably that you suck dick or something.

Mickey: You’re right, that must be it.

Abraham: And you deal with it by suc-

Mickey: And on to the next question!

Do you prefer things simple or extravagant? 

Mickey: I prefer simple things, extravagant stuff is just too much usually.

Abraham: I’m gonna have to agree. I always thought I wanted big grand things, but I think that’s just what my uncle wanted for me. I’m happier with the smaller stuff in life.

How do you celebrate your birthday? With who, and where? 

Abraham: Angels actually don’t have birthdays, or at least they’re not kept track of like humans. 

Mickey: Which I still think is so weird…

Abraham: I think I had been living with Mickey for a month already before he asked. So he took it upon himself to come up with my birthday for me.

Mickey: It’s important to me! What kind of awful friend would I be if I didn’t know your birthday? 

Abraham: Not an awful friend, on account of I don’t even have a birthday to know!

Mickey: Anyway, my birthday is April 30th, and Abraham’s honorary birthday is January 29th.

Abraham: Isn’t that….

Mickey: The day you fell from the sky? Yeah, that was intentional.

Abraham: How have I never noticed that before…

How does your partner change as you get to know them? 

Mickey: Delicious character development in this one.

Abraham: Gross, don’t ever say that again.

Mickey: Scrumptious.

Abraham: Ew.

Mickey: Abraham’s gotten a lot more accustomed to life here, and also has just become a more adjusted person living in the real world.

Abraham: Just because I can’t go back home doesn’t mean it’s not real….

Mickey: Hmm, I'm gonna need some proof there.

Abraham: Mickey hasn’t changed much, except that he feels more outgoing now. Maybe I just didn’t see this side of him though.

Mickey: No, you’re right. I was definitely way more reserved before you came crashing into my life like a bull in a china shop. For as much chaos as you’ve caused me, it’s been good chaos.

Abraham: Ew don’t be sweet about it, go back to your gross adjectives. 

If you had to describe your partner using flavors, how would you (e.g., 'they're very sweet')? 

Abraham: …Vanilla.

Mickey: I can’t tell if you mean that you love me like you love vanilla, or that you think I’m a basic bitch.

Abraham: Who’s to say!

Mickey: Alright then, well I think he’s like a sour patch kid.

Abraham: Salty, sweet, gone?

Mickey: Wrong commercial.

What's the longest journey you have gone on? What was it for? Did you succeed? 

Abraham: I mean, leaving my home and coming to Earth, though it didn’t feel like that long of a journey…

Mickey: Maybe the journey was the friends you made along the way.

Abraham: Maybe shut the fuck up.

What can't you ever quit? 

Abraham: I’ve been raised to protect a human, that is my life’s purpose; if I can’t protect my human, what good am I as a Guardian Angel? I must always stay vigilant, ready to protect Mickey at a moment’s notice.

Mickey: Alright all powerful guardian angel, where were you yesterday when I burned my hand on the toaster?

Abraham: I can’t protect against one’s own stupidity.

What would you like to receive for Valentine's Day/as a token of love? 

Mickey: A big old kiss!

Abraham: That’s so untrue, last time I tried to kiss you I thought you were gonna rip my lips off.

Mickey: Okay, maybe not at ass o’clock in the morning.

Abraham: What other time is there?

Abraham: I like cuddling, that’s all I want. Or comfy clothes.

Mickey: So many time…. Many other time….

Would you ever share food with someone? 

Mickey: What do you think I did when Abraham first moved in? You think I starved the guy?

Abraham: This is true, Mickey has never shared food in his life and I did in fact starve.

Mickey: Shut up, you ate so much of my food. You still eat so much of my food.

Abraham: Yeah, and I replenish it when I can!

Mickey: Getting me fresh coffee everyday doesn’t count as buying me food.

Abraham: What, you want me to stop?

Mickey: No! Please don’t take away my free coffee…

Expensive restaurants or cheap store-brand microwave meals? 

Mickey: Cheap microwave meals all the way!

Abraham: Hell yeah!

Mickey: And when we’re feeling bougie, we buy the branded shit too.

Abraham: Goodbye Kroger brand mac and cheese, hello Kraft!

Mickey: We don’t have the money for expensive restaurants, to be honest.

Abraham: Fanciest we get is Olive Garden. But by god are their breadsticks good… Who needs the expensive shit, honestly!

At what point does someone seem sickly sweet to you?

Abraham: Oh god, yeah no thanks. I don’t think I’ve met anyone like that so far? Maybe some of the angels I used to know, but I can’t hold it against them. 

Mickey: Anyone who acts fake, I guess? I’ve got a couple old coworkers who would pretend to be everyone’s friend just to shit talk them behind their back. I hated those girls…

[geminiperson]

Life Update

So I've been both busy and dead (thanks depression) and unfortunately this means no typing. However, things have finally started to get to a version of normal I can live with, and I am extremely comfortable with it. With that in mind, I figure life updates are in order, and reasonably needed since a decent amount has happened. Rather than trying to do that in some mad and disorganized group of sentences, it's list time! That's right, enough has happened, that I have a list of things to go through.

1. Cats!

The cats are fine. Healthy, impressively strong according to the vet, and happy. I also found out recently that they will need some necessary changes as part of one of my other life updates, but for now, they are spoiled rotten and enjoying having me home all the time (this is also because of another of my life updates). As of now, the only major change is Poppie getting a medication that I have the joy of giving him in the morning, which is super fun and definitely not an irritation, but, it turns out he has asthma, so I'd rather have a one minute daily challenge so that he can breathe with no trouble.

2. Family

Also a small update, I had a chance to spend time with my beloved sister recently. She doesn't get a chance to visit often, so we got in some dinner and lunch, enjoyed some time at a festival, and enjoyed the vibe of local arts and music, all while being sarcastic smart asses to one another the whole time. The rest of my family isn't going through to much of a change. My youngest sibling is growing up, my second youngest is graduating, and the second oldest (I'm the eldest of all) exists outside of my space, and I'm good with that. My mom and Stepdad are getting into pre-retirement, which is a validating, but also somewhat interesting change to experience. I think the biggest change for them as of late is getting accustomed to dealing with their age, aka medical things shifting and altering their daily lives.

3. Mental Health

Oh man, so much on this one. So one of my biggest hurtles, and the thing that messes with my ability to sit and write for extended periods of time is my absolutely tanked mental health. The thing that has impacted this the most as of late has been and continues to be work, which is also changing (more on that later). My mental well being has been utterly horrible as of late, between extreme shifts in mood that were causing me to just kinda shut down mentally. No matter what way I looked at it, there was no question that things could not continue as they were. The extreme volatility of my customer base, the pressures of higher ups to achieve when given no resources to do so, and trying without success to find a new job without success for almost a year and a half. I had crashed long ago, and with the state of the world, something I refuse to ignore, making it all the worse just for how bad certain things are, the more I was just vegetating and rotting when I wasn't fulfilling basic functions at work and in life. In general, things were pretty rough. But, things are improving. I mean this seriously when I say, changing one thing will in fact make the biggest difference when you need it the most. I am in the midst of those changes still, but have been given a unique and positive opportunity to change for the better, and I'm welcoming it with open arms.

4. Work

So the big update is, I lost my old job! No seriously, it's gone. I have one last day in the very near future, where I will be finishing my tenure, but as of now, I am no longer there, and truthfully, it was one of the best changes I could have asked for. Obviously, this was extremely stressful. I can't go into particulars for legal reasons, but changes were made that meant that I would not be able to continue with my current position. Thankfully, after a very short stint of anticipating unemployment, my previously mentioned job search also came to an end and I started with a small tech start up that I actually believe will make some decent changes for the better in my life. I am absolutely ecstatic to not be at my old job, which was unbelievably damaging to my mental health, and while I also found out that they had done other things that directly impacted me, I was able to resolve all of these things, and I'm looking forward to a reasonably bright future. The new job is still customer service, but absolutely no sales, and I only took a minor pay cut, which, since I'm working full time again, won't have any impact on my overall quality of life. It helps that I will be cashing out my retirement plan that was being handled by my old job, which will substantially bolster my savings and resolve all existing debts, so in reality I won't experience any negatives from my short term pay crunch, but on top of that, I am now working from home full time remote with a mobile laptop. So if I so choose, so long as I have a stable internet connection, I could absolutely go traveling about with no trouble, which I must say is a rather enticing prospect. I might take the initiative and go visit some friends that I've held off seeing for a while, find a little bit of joy in my daily life again, and even (gasp) enjoy life just a little more. All seriousness, this job change was absolutely wonderful to me, and I have to say, being able to properly set up my work station on the companies dime was a refreshing experience. All in all, looking forward to being financially comfortable, and saving for my final life update.

5. Moving

Those who know me well know that I want to move abroad. There are a mix of factors, but the short version of things is, I hate living in the US, I feel like there are a large number of things that I and many like minded people have actively opposed that the government continues to do, and after taking some time to really de-colonize my way of thinking, I realize that the opportunities I would be afforded outside of the US are considerably better than what I'm currently dealing with. After intense deliberation, I was slowly reaching my final deadline to determine where I wanted to move, because figuring out my destination was the most important detail in determining everything else needed to move forward. Funny enough, it wasn't until I started writing this life update that I really focused on it, and after really seeing the details, realizing that what I wanted, what I needed, and what interested me most were all available in one place: Greece! My love for Grecian historical culture, especially because of my beliefs in Hellenic polytheism, along with my love of the food and more modern culture from my experiences with other folks from around the Mediterranean Sea means that I understand the place better than almost anywhere else I would want to go. Add to this that I prefer to have particular geographical features that are all present (Mountains, Large bodies of water, and Forests) and an active commuting culture (Athens listed as being a highly walkable city) and other opportunities like the Antikythera Expat program that pays digital nomads (which I can now be) to move to a small island off the mainland and boost the population and fix up a house, means that I would have the chance to finally move out of country to a place that would be of great joy. With that said, it also means learning a new language, getting a long term visa sponsorship, getting my cats chipped and passport eligible, and of course getting myself ready for a major undertaking. That said, I'm excited. I want to move out of the country, yes, but it's more than just seeing a green patch of grass on the other side of the ocean. I want to experience new places unlike where I've been. I've traveled most of the US, and as strange as this may seem, I love quite a bit of it (the state of Texas and New Jersey excluded, because fuck 'em). But with that said, the things that I love most about the US are things that come from other places. People with diverse backgrounds, foods that taste nothing like the things I grew up with, people speaking languages that I haven't heard. So the idea of staying in the US long term, especially considering the ever present fascist regimes that I absolutely cannot abide encroaching upon my day to day is, without question, completely untenable. All those things I love get eradicated by fascist regimes. So choosing to leave, especially knowing that I've done what I can, and collectively continue to do with other like minded individuals, makes it clear that my work is going to waste. It's not unreasonable to choose to leave, and in so doing, create a pathway for others to learn how to do this as well.

Well, that might have gotten a touch heavy toward the end, but hey, life is complex, and not without a fair share of challenges. The updates will keep rolling. I'm putting together my new one year plan, which goes into effect starting in July! It details out the big steps to learning and preparing for my move, changes to my day to day for work, and the opportunity to leave my giant corporate job for one that is slightly smaller and slightly more pleasant. All in all, the change in the air feels good, and I'm looking forward to doing more.

Here's to the beginnings and endings of many things.

Gemini

[imfvckingurdad]

Blorbo fanfiction except the blorbo is my oc Tsaravi so I literally have to make all of the content for it to exist plz end my suffering—

This fic is titled “wdym my blorbo is just the dabloons cat” on ao3 •w•

I should preface this fic by saying that this OC is an npc I made for my friend’s d&d campaign, which is set in the One Piece world. Therefore this is technically a One Piece fanfiction but it’s entirely about this OC and no characters from the show appear or are even mentioned lol but there will be locations from the show?? Or I might just use the one place my friend gave me and then make up the rest bc I know nothing about One Piece and I don’t wanna bother him with a bunch of questions lmao

In case you want to know how Tsaravi’s name is pronounced, instead of just making it up in your head, I pronounce it Sah-Rah-Vee (slight roll to the R) :3

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The scorching sun shone on the oceans waves as they lapped at the edges of the port. The sea breeze was the only relief the people of alabasta got from the summer heat. Not even the colorful tarps and canopies used to shade the lively bazaar helped very much.

The bazaar was filled with merchants and travelers from all around the globe, gathered to trade stories and culture along with material goods. With all the colorful fabrics and sizzling food, it is easy to pass over the small purple tent on the edge of the crowd.

The tent was more of a shoddy canopy made of some fabrics and large wooden poles stuck into the ground than a tent. It only served to provide the owner with some shade while they did their business.

The aforementioned owner was sat against his incredibly large backpack, filled with goods and trinkets he collected in his travels. His tail gently flicked against the dusty old rug he sat on and his ears twitched in the hooded purple cloak he wore. His red eyes scanned through the bazaar as he kept his head low, letting the hood obscure his face. His wares were ordinary, nothing of value was displayed atop the ratty red cloth. Only a small bowl of spices and some random shells. As he eyed the passing crowd, he noticed that not a single person looked at his shop. Or so he thought.

“Oh my, what a nice shell”

He turned towards the voice. It seems a customer appeared while he was distracted.

“I see you have a keen eye! Tsaravi sells the finest shells in all of alabasta!”

Tsaravi found the shell the customer was looking at in a dumpster behind a bar. The finest shells indeed…

“Really? Where did you get it?”

This was too easy. It’s no wonder there are so many scammers out there when people were this gullible.

“Tsaravi may not share his sources. However that shell can be yours for the very low price of 500 berries!”

He used his most charming salesman voice as he pitched the deal. The Khajiit caught the innocent idiot hook line and sinker with his shell scam. He even put it in a fancy glass box to sell the lie of it being special.

Scamming wasn’t his usual business practice, but Tsaravi wasn’t getting any of his usual customers, so it was hard to do any real business.

The real business being his maybe legal trade of probably not legal goods. He sold the last of his normal goods at the last city he visited, so he had to rely on whatever he found on the way here. The biggest disappointment of the week was that no one would get to try his latest batch of Tsaravi’s mystery powder. He spent the voyage to alabasta perfecting his white powder, which resulted in his black fur getting coated in white. It took ages to get it all out, and even now there were still some spots where his fur sparkled unnaturally.

Just as he pocketed the pouch of berry, a burly man with a large scimitar on his hip stomped into Tsaravi’s line of sight.

“I hear you sell cheese”

Tsaravi had never dealt with this man before. Had never even seen him until this point, but this man was here for Tsaravi’s real business. Perhaps one of his regulars has been spreading word of him.

“Tsaravi has wares if you have berry, what type of cheese are you looking for?”

“Stinky cheese. You got anything with a bit of firepower?”

The man kept his voice low, but it wasn’t entirely necessary with all the background noise. His request was not uncommon, but something told Tsaravi that this man was dangerous. Maybe it was the bounty poster with his face on it a couple meters behind him.

“Of course! Tsaravi has plenty of cheese like that! However, this one would not sell such cheese in a crowded bazaar such as this. Let us go somewhere more private!”

His sharp toothed smile never wavered. He wouldn’t have questioned selling the pistol to the burly man. That is, until he kept talking.

“Must be hard, wearing that cloak in this heat. Why don’t you take it off?”

The man chuckled gruffly. Tsaravi stopped preparing to move locations. This man was not here as a customer.

“Ah, this one is quite fine. Tsaravi’s hometown is much hotter than Alabasta.”

He kept the conversation going, but Tsaravi was done playing along with the man. As he started packing up his shop, he remembered the pistol he was going to sell.

“Apologies my friend, but this one forgot he sold the cheese already! Perhaps you should come back next time.”

He spoke with the same salesman voice he used on the gullible customer from earlier. He packed the last of his things into the large backpack and hefted it onto his back. His ears folded back under the cloak, betraying his cheery façade. This reaction went unnoticed by the man as Tsaravi turned to leave. Before the man could do anything else, Tsaravi dropped a small bottle, breaking it and releasing thick smoke into the crowd. He made his escape towards the docks amidst the confusion.

Tsaravi didn’t know if the man was a pirate or an undercover marine. Perhaps he was neither. Either way, he was after Tsaravi’s head. The threat of death doesn’t scare him though. He has a business to run, and money to make. Marines are bad for business. The longer he can keep his face off of a wanted poster, the better. Pirates aren’t much better, but at least they don’t arrest him, they just try to steal his stuff sometimes.

Now, which ship will he sneak onto this time?

[worldbolding]

My biggest issue with SteelSeries is that their second-tier products usually offer a much better price/performance ratio than their higher end stuff. Like, I'd be fine with paying a premium for premium features (and recommending that to my readership) if the product actually retained the same level of relative performance as the version that's one step down. I guess this is great for customers that figure out how to navigate their myriad number of peripheral options and find the deal, but it's not great for those that want to just get "the best" and who assume that the same relative level of quality and internal hardware will persist across all price points.

I've seen this in the past with the Arctis Nova 7 headset, which gets 90 percent of the way to their "Pro" headset for much less money and even has a sound signature I'd wager most normal users will prefer. I've seen this in their high-end wireless mice, which consistently use a sensor meant for budget wireless models, thus making their cheaper stuff (Which sometimes uses a better sensor) a more obvious choice.

I'm seeing it right now in the Apex 9 keyboard I'm testing for review, which regularly goes for $129 compared to $179 for the Pro upsell version, yet offers user-replaceable switches, a similar level of latency performance, and a quieter more pleasing sound that's more matched with the current zeitgeist in the online keyboard world. Oh, and I got the Apex 9 on sale for $101, which is crazy.

Don't buy the highest-priced SteelSeries stuff unless you explicitly need the few small features they throw in there on top in the hopes of getting you to pay the higher cost. Their best keyboards really should have more user repairability and more lubrication on the stabilizers.

Okay I should eat lunch now.

[nickgerlich]

You Don’t Know Jack

When I think back to high school in Chicago’s south suburbs, I fondly recall going only a half-day my senior year, while working in the afternoons in a co-op program. It was a great deal that gave me a lot of retail experience, from stocking shelves to driving the delivery van. In large part, it shaped my desire to study marketing.

But the memories that elicit the biggest grins are from third-period Journalism. Sure, I wrote stories, edited, and did all of those things, but we also had a yearbook to produce. And since funding was tight even back then, we had to sell ads. Our teacher was oh-so-kind and secured hall passes as well as off-campus liberties for that hour, which my pals and I seized upon like vultures at a road kill. “Wanna go sell ads?” became our rallying cry a few days a week, which meant that we were sneaking off to Jack In The Box for a mid-morning nosh.

I honestly don’t remember if we ever sold an ad, but I got a head start on my “Freshman 15” long before I ever left for university.

I loved the old JITB units back then, because they looked like—well—a jack in the box, the kind we had all played with as kids. The goofy clown played a prominent role. The color scheme was very 70s. I had gone to a different JITB even earlier in my life when we lived in a different suburb, and I remember it being just as family-themed as this one. What wasn’t to like?

But then the 80s hit. I had been off at university in a place that had Burger Chef instead of JITB, and by the time I returned home after graduation, JITB had shed its fun image for one that targeted Yuppies. It marked the beginning of a steep decline for them. It was about as dumb a move as Chuck E. Cheese trying to reposition itself as a gourmet pizza parlor.

The chain has managed to hang on, though, and has 2168 restaurants in 21 states, not bad for a chain that lost its luster. But to be honest, it still feels like a chain that lost its way long ago, much like Burger King and its 7257 shops. Yes, both have many properties, but they’re not exactly top-of-mind.

But JITB aims to position itself better now for the 21C with a new prototype restaurant that is all about drive-thru, walk-up, and mobile ordering. Oh, and no in-store dining.

The goal is to shrink the physical footprint and thereby reduce build-out costs. With land often scarce, and building expenses sometimes prohibitively high, being able to slip in to a narrow strip of land could be very strategic. I’m thinking of all those Dutch Bros and Scooters coffee shops popping up everywhere than can almost be dropped into place.

In an interesting nod to the past, the new shops look like a modern rendition of a jack in the box toy. But today just as then, all that unused vertical space can be expensive to heat and cool, not to mention build. While current shops look somewhat vaguely reminiscent of the original buildings, albeit with earthy hues, they don’t do a good job stirring old memories.

Now I get it, to some extent. JITB realized that McDonald’s had cemented the kid-forward market position, and it can be suicidal to try to simply mimic your competitor. But McD’s has shed a lot of that positioning as well. After all, who wants to send their kid to the ball pit or playground equipment with COVID still very clear in the rear view?

Most importantly is JITB’s embrace of the new way of doing business. COVID also taught fast food customers that interior dining was not a necessity. The pandemic pushed us much farther along the experience curve with mobile ordering, as well as curbside pickup and deliveries. And the restaurants have responded, not just JITB, but nearly all the big chains.

The question remains whether this will be a long-term mistake. Will we once again yearn to eat burgers, tacos, whatever, inside once more? Will we tire of taking this stuff home, or even having it delivered? Or is this the new normal now?

But since there are no JITBs in Amarillo, I’ll just have to wait on checking out all of this. The prototype store is in Tulsa, a mere 400 miles away, and if I find myself doing another Route 66 adventure any time soon, I would most certainly stop by to check it out.

I might even try to sell them an ad.

Dr “Pop Goes The Weasel“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

[cerastes]

I think at least for me Schwarz is in the same boat as Tomimi: I recognize the horny design, but she's too funny for me to be horny about. She's not nearly as funny as Tomimi, don't get me wrong, but I just love this like, born and raised assassin who met this upper-middle-class bookworm with a parasol and because the bookworm didn't know any better to be scared of her Schwarz decided she had no choice but to simp.

No no you're right, Schwarz IS funny.

Schwarz was a normal kid that HAHA THAT'S A LIE She is originally from Rim Billiton and her parents were ore traders, but then one day they got scammed into buying not Whatever Ore They Wanted but Originium Ore instead, which 1) they didn't deal with and 2) got Schwarz infected. So they went to complain like "hey you scammed us" and the scammers were like "the customer is always WRONG" and killed them, then grabbed Babby Schwarz and sold her to slavery, where she was purchased by a mercenary group that trained her to be the Ultimate Child Assassin later Ultimate Assassin in general, and they were like "Ok, we finally can take on this big job! We're going to kill the Mayor of Siesta! And for that, we need our BIGGEST GUN" and who else would be the gun of sizeable heft if not Schwarz?

So Unfailing Super Assassin Schwarz confronts the Mayor, and the Mayor says "hey, you are pretty good at this, you should be my daughter's bodyguard" and Schwarz was like "literally why" and Majorman was like "better pay, better life, I have a cute daughter your age" and Schwarz was like "bet" and well, she did just that, but they don't tell Ceylon ANY of this, so as far as Ceylon knows, Schwarz is just her weird stoic lovable bodyguard friend gal pal who makes really good tea and also for some reason can destroy entire armored platoons with just a crossbow but otherwise totally normal.

What you have to remember is that Ceylon is a scholar, an academic, a researcher, she's high int, but definitely low wis, because you know she has witnessed Schwarz go full John Wick With A Pen on at least six different people and all Ceylon could think was "Wau! I can't wait to go home so we can continue watching Utena :D" like, this was NORMAL for Ceylon, this was normality, no wonder she sees every freak at Rhodes Island and is like "this is a peaceful place with kind inhabitants, a true and tried pharmaceuticals company cut from the finest of cloths!", when your frame of reference for normality is SCHWARZ, of course you'll witness Specter chewing on reinforced metal, Ifrit burning entire hallways in a bout of rage, Shamare playing medium to the forces of the abyss, and Lappland eating a Kitkat wrong and be like "this is literally just Tuesday". Ceylon probably believes Shalem is a normal guy.

It gets even worse/better when you realize that Schwarz was getting MK Ultra Superassassin training when she was like 8.

Schwarz has 20 years of combat experience. That's an insane amount!

But she got infected when she was 6! Which means she was sold to slavery and subsequently trained to be Solid Snake Catgirl around the time when she was maybe 8 or so! NO WONDER Schwarz looks at all the freaks at Rhodes Island and is like "haha oh wow you are all freaks I respect literally every single one of you" LIKE YEAH OK SCHWARZ, THEY ARE FREAKS, but not you, oh, no, not you, you are only accomplishing what all these people manage with extreme dimensional-reality warping powers and super unholy magic, by simply being that good with your crossbow. Schwarz' superpower is literally "is REALLY good with a crossbow" and it matches and surpasses people with fucking reality altering powers or control over gravity or what the hell ever, Schwarz is a fucking riot, she really said "Wow! I never thought I'd see anyone like you people!" well yeah no one would expect a single catgirl with a crossbow to fucking blow up the Pentagon singlehandedly if she could, Schwarz definitely has the sheer firepower and skill for it, just because she's THAT good at Crossbow.

[noisyalmonddreamer]

Coming out as trans

Request? Yes!

Characters: Percy ~ Jason ~ Leo ~ Nico ~ Frank ~ Will ~ Magnus ~ Hearth ~ Alex

"I'm trans..."

Percy

- He blinks for a few seconds

- Like you can seeeeee the gears turning in his head

- "Oh okay"

- Pretty much goes back to what he was doing - Jk but he doesn't make the biggest deal of it

- At the time

- Ones you come out to his parents

- The next time you come over

- Expect a cake

- "Congrats on coming out!"

- With your name and pronouns on it

- He's just very proud of you

- And great full for you telling him

- If you ever feel dysphoric he's there to help

- Legit anyway he can

- You also mention ones needing a binder - And he goes "I have binders at my house. Do you want some? Would they make you feel better?"

- You explain to him that it's a different type of binder

- He then proceeds to look down at his OWN chest and press his hands against his pecs

- Trying to imagine how a binder would work

- But he always has a hoodie for you

- Like everywhere

- Normally smells like him cause he was wearing it

- He at first didn't set reminders for your binder

- Mostly cause he didn't know

- But he somehow always finds a place for you to change your binder

- HE JUST REALLY LOVES YOU. OKAY? _____________

Jason:

- bby boy wasn't fully exposed to this type of thing

- Growing up with wolves do that to you ig

- So just have like a sit down talk and explain

- Eventually gets it

- He's a smart cookie

- Probably doesn't think about a pronoun and name change so you'll have to tell him

- He does the best he can to be supportive!

- He doesn't slip much, the max is like a few days he does ones in a while but after like 5 days or doesn't happen anymore

- Feels very bad after

- Again you'll have to explain dysphoria

- Even after you explain he doesn't understand so he doesn't separate research

- This caused him to do research about binding - Safest ways to bind, best binders, things like that

- Including binding tape!

- So you can train and still bind!

- Buys it for you

- And a normal binder

- Just to be safe yk?

- He sets alarms on his phone for your binding limit

- Has alarms reminding you to drink water

- If it's to hot...

- I'm sorry to say he probably will be like "please don't bind. It's not safe today"

- But will get you large shirts

- He may be a bit confused but he's trying! _____________

Leo:

- Leo is scatter brained

- "Umm what?"

- legit just didn't process what you said

- Don't take his second question as him not accepting you!

- I see him as know a lot about this topic

- Probably more than any one else in the HOO gang

- Foster care kid who was tossed around a lot

- He was probably exposed to lgbtq+ stuff from an early age

- He hugs you

- Tons of kisses all over your face

- Immediately asks your name and pronouns

- When you tell him he even makes you a custom name and pronouns pin!

- He also makes himself one

- And the rest of the seven

- And like legit all his friends

- So it's more normalized yk?

- He wants to make you as comfortable as possible

- He gets out of training all the time! So if you don't feel like training cause you're feeling too dysphoric...

- You go to bunker 9!

- He's also probably pretty aware of binders already

- Doesnt to exact logistics

- But he knows there's a time limit to wear them!

- So he builds you a mini alarm clock thing

- You can put it on your pocket and it goes off 20 minutes before you're at your binding limit (no one tell him about watches)

- He's also really good at comfort

- He's such a good boyfi _____________

Nico:

- honestly I don't think he fully knew what being trans was

- You probably need to explain it to him ones or twice so he can fully understand it

- He'll have lots of questions and will only ask if you're comfortable

- He isn't sure if he should ask you if you changed your names and pronouns so you probably have to tell him naturally

- He is fully supportive tho

- He asks you some questions and doesn't push you to answer them at all

- Now for binding-

- When you first start wearing them around him he's a bit confused

- "Ummm...is something different?"

- There is something different

- But he can't put his finger on it

- Please tell him

- When you tell him he's all like

- "Oh yeah! What's that?"

- So again you answer his questions

- And when he finds out about safely binding he goes HARD

- Keeps an alarm that's 7.5 hours. (Leaving enough time to find/go to a place to take off the binder) - Carries water

- If he sees you're over-binding he's gonna try to tell you to stop in a nice way

- V supportive bf _____________

Frank:

- he knows a little bit about lgbtq+ stuff

- Like he knows enough

- Not a whole lot

- Just cause he wasn't super duper exposed you know?

- But ones you come out-

- THE MOST CHEESY MF

- you know how Percy made you a cake

- He also made you a cake...and threw you a gender reveal party-

- "What if I threw you a gender reveal part? Jk...unless-"

- He would correct anyone that used the wrong pronouns or name for you

- Probably more then you do

- Doesnt take much time for him to adjust

- He would also go shopping with you to buy more gender affirming clothes

- He would also by you binders

- And do a shit ton of research about them

- He's also a pretty big dude so you're like

- "I'm feeling disphoric :("

- Boom. Hoodie

- Right over your head

- If you need comfort

- Boom. He is now your favorite animal

- Go to some private spot and play

- Or a fluffy animal and take a nap

- He is also there 10000% of the time If you need reassurance

- If you guys are just hanging out he'll carry around water

- And your favorite snacks

- In his own words "snacks make people happier"

- He also carries around a towel in the summer

- Cause of sweaty binding

- Ew _____________

Will:

- so supportive - Immediately asks if you're changing your name, your pronouns all that jazz.

- Even offers to take you to get your hair cut if you want a more gender affirming haircut (If you don't have one yet)

- I Lowkey think he'd be really good at cutting hair so he might even offer to cut it

- he will also keep tabs on your binder timing

- Like how long you've been wearing it, what you're doing that day (training)

- If you're feeling dysphoric and can't take it off (cause of training) he will write you a doctors note so you can stay with him

- If you're okay with him touching you he will and he'll tell you how handsome he thinks you are

- If you're okay with him kissing your like chest area he'll leave little kisses on your chest and tell you how valid you are no matter what

- He'll also keep a large hoodie with him so he can give it to you when you need it

- If it's your or his is your choice

- He also keeps sports bras with him for you

- And water

- If you're wondering where he keeps all this stuff

- He carries around a tote bag

- He has a little pronoun pin! (He/they Will lives in my brain rent free)

- Anyway

- Depending on what you like he'll call you a gender affirming nick name

- "My pretty boy"

- Stuff like that y'know

- Sweet boyfriend. Love him so much Imma cry now _____________

Magnus:  (after meeting Alex)

- his reaction is pretty calm

- Overall it's "oh okay :)"

- Asks your name and pronouns

- He already understand what being trans is

- I don't think he would know about dysphoria is though

- After explaining it he's like ":0 noooooo"

- he doesn't want you feeling uncomfortable in your own body!

- he tries his best to comfort you anyway he can

- But comfort isn't his...thing

- So he tries to make you laugh!

- He'll even...listen to Jack sing if it means getting your mind off it

- He loves you a lot

- He also didn't know what binding was

- I mean his main influence into the world of transgender was Alex

- And Alex doesn't need to bind

- So when you mention binding hes like "??????"

- Since he's you know...dead he doesn't really have money to BUY a binder

- So starts doing odd jobs for Blitzen when he can

- He thinks he's being sneaky but when he looks for binders he asks you your size

- Pretend to be surprised okay? He's trying his best!

- But overall he's a bit clueless

- But he goes to Alex and asks what he can do to make you more comfortable

- He does care a lot about your binding but he's also like "we're dead so-"

- Don't be like Magnus follow your binding limit _____________

Hearthstone: (this is after meeting Alex)

- hearth just looks at you for a sec

- Then kinda just goes

- Oh alright, sweetheart

- He also asks your new name and pronouns

- If you don't wanna tell anyone else yet he'll ask if you want him to use your ok'd name and pronouns around the others and he will

- But while you're alone he does tell you he sees you as who you are

- He also tries hard with Blitz to make you clothes that'll make you feel more comfortable

- He's not...great

- But hopefully you're only looking for baggy clothes cause that's what he can make!

- If not...he'll just ask Blitz

- Even offers to work extra hours

- He also gives you his scarf

- It probably can't help with your dysphasia but he just thinks you look cute

- He gives you his jacket if you need it though

- For binding...he wouldn't use a timer - Obviously

- He would just try to memorize when you put on a binder

- If he can't he'll ask someone else

- Not cause he doesn't trust you...just in case

- Sometimes you see him staring at you and you're like "bruh what??"

- And he's just like

- You're so amazing

- Dies

- On the spot

- He looks so genuine-

- If he finds out someone is being rude to you

- Especially a friend-

- He'll be super cold to them

- Not much he can do really tho :(

- He is super good at reassurance

- Kisses

- Lots and lots of kisses _____________

Alex: (she/her for this)

- fully understands

- Y'all would probably share your experiences with finding your identity

- If you're having trouble with something she'll explain her own experience with the thing you're struggling with

- You legit need to explain nothing to her

- Of course If you want to you can

- Would ask if you're changing your name and pronouns and immediately while you're gone would start practicing to use them (I love her so much it hurts)

- Legit will beat anyone if they mock you or misgenders you on purpose (not me attack someone for misgendering my old friend)

- If you ever need to explain something you're feeling because you're unsure, Alex will be there to listen

- Though it doesn't matter as much since y'all are dead she would still suggest not wearing a binder during training

- Alex doesnt peg me as the type to just talk about feeling dysphoric

- Mostly cause she can shape shift

- I don't think she suffers form dysphoria just cause she can shape shift but doesn't

- But will talk when you need it

- If you skip training cause you can't not bind she'll skip with you

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This lowkey flopped on wattpad so T-T

[nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice]

thoughts on bi!zuko? it's one of my biggest hcs

IN THIS HOUSE, WE LOVE AND SUPPORT Bi!Zuko

headcanons: 

I know that there’s comic stuff about Sozin being homophobic, but I am within my rights to ignore it. If people can move rocks with their mind and if dragons can exist, there can be normalized gay people damn it. 

So it’s not really a big deal to question your sexuality or to be gay/bi, but within the Fire Nation upper class you don’t really talk about it. There’s a heteronormativity problem, but not aggressive homophobia. 

When he’s younger, Zuko doesn’t really think about anyone like that. He’s got firebending training, sword training, and then he’s crowned prince all of a sudden, so he’s kind of got other stuff going on. 

Mai has a crush on him when she’s 12 and he’s 13 and he starts to develop some puppy-crush feelings from her. 

They do a cute pre-teen date where they play with knives outside the palace and climb on roofs (Maiko does parkour on their dates, I don’t make the rules) 

Mai’s really the only person he’s had feelings for by this point (again, he’s 13 and he’s been pretty busy being a prince and all to think about that sort of thing) 

Then the whole banishment thing happens and he really does not have time to start thinking about those things. Hunting the avatar is a full time gig. Angst baby Zuko does not have time to sit and wonder if he thinks boy are cute.

(aside from this one time when his ship docked at this port and there was a cute sales boy at the shop they got their supplies from who made 14 year old Zuko blush just a little too hard. He made the decision to put a pin in that for later) 

Then Zuko’s on a ferry to Ba Sing Se and there’s this crime boy aggressively flirting with him. The avatar hunt is on hold. It’s later, so Zuko takes that mental pin out. 

Zuko can have a little ferry make out sess with mouth wheat crime boy, as a treat (let this boy have some semi-normal teenage experiences damn it)

To Jet’s credit, he’s a good kisser. But Zuko notes that he tastes like grass. 

And you know, that whole thing didn’t end well. 

Not your usual experience to have the guy who was your bisexual awakening burst into your work and (rightly) accuse you and your uncle of being firebenders and then attack you with hook swords, but Zuko’s never had the best luck with anything. 

Jet gets arrested and Zuko doesn’t see him again, but he can’t really ignore that whole ‘oh man I guess I am into guys’ thing anymore. And it’s not like he’s got other stuff to do in Ba Sing Se besides make tea and stave off Iroh’s shopaholic tendencies. 

Immediately after the Jet incident, Zuko’s more on his guard about potential threats, but what do you know? That girl just thought you were cute you paranoid dumbass. 

He goes on the date with Jin and it’s awkward as hell, but he does like it when she kisses him. Honestly, he’s not really sure what he’s supposed to feel. This newfound attraction to guys is still in the back of his brain and Zuko just never thought about it seriously before. 

After the date he starts letting himself take more notice of guys and girls in the teashop now that he’s pretty sure people aren’t onto them about being firebenders. 

And you know.... good looking customers are good looking customers. Guys and girls. 

But you know, Zuko is the king of not knowing who the fuck he is, so it’s still confusing, 

And then the avatar pops back up and Zuko’s got a different identity crisis to focus on. The boy has a morality coma to get to and questioning his sexuality is put on the back burner for a bit. 

Post-morality coma, Zuko’s feeling way more comfortable. Not just in terms of letting himself be happy in Ba Sing Se serving tea with his uncle, but with his sexuality as well. 

Zuko thinks about his experiences and maybe, just maybe, he could be a teenager who goes on normal teenager dates and has normal teenage relationships, maybe with guys or girls. He lets himself have that notion for a little while. 

He considers telling Iroh, but not quite yet. 

He doesn’t get the chance after everything happens in the catacombs. 

Then it’s the case where he has a more general identity crisis to deal and just kind of pushes the realization that he’s bi to the back of his mind. 

Zuko and Mai get together and Zuko remembers how much he liked her when they were younger. And with everything else stressing him out, she’s there to help him feel like less of a stranger in his own home. 

(Mai’s also Zuko’s best friend, regardless of any romance) 

At Ember Island he does have jealousy issues, but later when Mai asks him why he was so fixated on that guy at the party Zuko starts describing exactly why those guys were attractive and how he logically would have been at least a little jealous “I mean come on Mai did you see that one guy’s biceps? I’m only partially blind” 

Mai listens to this and just goes “do you want to ... tell me something?” 

Zuko has a “oh yeah I’m pretty sure I’m bi, forgot to mention it, had other stuff going on” moment 

Mai, who was taught to be proper and that her options were to go into politics or marry some man above her station, is now considering that both? Both is an option? Maybe? 

Cut to Zuko when he joins the gaang. His bisexuality is just kind of something he doesn’t think is a big deal and doesn’t mention it. 

On the air balloon to the Boiling Rock, Zuko asks Sokka about Yue and they end up talking about relationships. 

Zuko mentions that he had this brief thing with a guy in Ba Sing Se but it didn’t really end well 

Sokka: “wait did you say guy? I thought you had a girlfriend?” 

the SWT is generally pretty accepting, but Sokka spent most of his life living in a village without many boys his age and didn’t really consider that as a possibility. 

(Sokka then considers how much he thought about the Boulder after watching the Earth Rumble VI match and thinks ‘yeah there’s probably something there’) 

Sokka asks Zuko more about bisexuality. Most of Zuko’s answers are along the lines of “Sokka go to sleep I don’t know who the Boulder is and I don’t care about his badger-mole tattoo”

Suki, Zuko, and Sokka form the unofficial ‘cool and bi club’ 

Zuko doesn’t officially come out to Iroh, but Iroh catches him looking at Sokka one day a while after he and Mai broke up (deciding they were better as friends) and makes a comment about how Zuko needs to take time for himself.

“Lord Zuko, you should not spend your teenage years with nothing but work. Go out, find a nice young lady to take out.” “Uncle...” “..or young man” 

And yeah, a few years after the war ends and a while after he and Mai end their relationship, Zuko’s not really in the position to deny that he thinks that Sokka is inhumanely attractive and funny and kind

But yeah

bi!Zuko ftw 

[goggles-mcgee]

Revolt Of The Akuma [Commission for @miner249er]

As the title says, this is a commission for @miner249er

Summary: There’s only so much a person can take and Marinette is almost certain she has reached that point. What with Lila and her seemingly never-ending lies, Adrien and his nonexistent spine, Chat and his stubbornness, Hawkmoth and his akumas, Paris and their expectations, it’s all too much. She’s going to snap sooner or later. At least she has Luka and Kagami on her side, right? Right?

[Contains: Class Salt, Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir Salt, Lila Rossi Salt, Angst, Misunderstandings, Slight Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng Salt, Slight Tikki Salt, Akumanette]

It was rare for her to be surrounded by quiet, even more so to need that blanket of security that quietness can give, and yet here she was. The pink of her room had never seemed more faded or dull even with the lights on. Realistically she knew it was not quiet, her home was never quiet, there was always the bustle of business from the bakery downstairs, the sound of traffic outside, usually the sound of music coming from her phone or computer, and as always the chatter from her Kwami. Though Tikki’s words at the moment sounded like they were being spoken from above water whereas Marinette was under said water, deep under. Her eyes glanced at the mess she had made around her, the pictures of past friends as she’s come to understand all too well these past couple of months, to the torn and destroyed gifts she had given them returned to her solely for the sake of making her heart wrench painfully beneath her skin, from there to the piles of used tissues thrown about during her silent cries, and finally to the thing that had hurt the most and had been sitting in her lap, limp, shredded, basically lifeless, her sketchbook. The sight caused Marinette’s heart to clench in pain once more and she could feel tears pool her eyes yet again, but she forced them to stay, she was tired of crying. 

Noise flooded back to her almost making her flinch. There was the soft ding of the bell from the bakery’s door downstairs signaling a customer’s arrival or departure, there were the car engines and the horns beeping, peoples soft voices floating in, and of course Tikki’s worried voice. Everything in her yearned for the quietness but she knew she had to deal with everything eventually and eventually meant now, so she didn’t worry her parents if they came to check on her at any point. If they even noticed her mood change from lunch, she thought bitterly and felt immediate guilt at the thought. 

“Marinette…”

“Tikki.”

“Were you listening to me?” Tikki asked, and even though she knew Tikki wasn’t saying it in an admonishing tone, the girl couldn’t help the tiny wince she gave in return as she finally stood up and picked up the tissue piles. Truthfully she hadn’t but she could guess what the kwami had been saying. It was the same thing every time something happened between her and her class. That, they would come around, they were just acting out of misplaced trust and love, they would realize their mistakes and come back to Marinette and everything would go back to normal, but she had to get a handle on her feelings in the meantime so she wouldn’t be akumatized. No that wasn’t right. So that Ladybug wouldn’t be akumatized, but how could she after the day she had?

Lila made good on her promise. Marinette didn’t have a friend left in her class, maybe not all of them thought her the awful bully that Lila painted her out to be, but they  didn’t stand up for her, they didn’t talk to her in or out of class, and they wouldn’t meet her eye when she desperately looked around for at least one supportive pair of eyes. It had never been this bad with Chloe. At least with Chloe she knew what she was getting into, she knew the brand of teasing and insults that Chloe Bourgeois used, and she knew that people were scared to stand up to her, but even then they would still flash each other a look of comfort, a look of strength. Those looks let all of them know they weren’t alone, that others saw them struggling, saw them hurting, and were offering comfort.  Things truly were simpler then. Lila was something more than Chloe, more than any other bully she had ever seen or encountered. She had a silver-tongue that just seemed to gain more power the more she used it. Her lies were outlandish at this point and yet, no one saw it, no one but Marinette and maybe others outside her class but she wasn’t. The awful truth of it all was that Marinette had no one.

Sure Adrien had said he would be there for her, but that had been the biggest lie Marinette had ever been told, even with Lila spouting nonsense like knowing Jagged Stone because she saved his ‘kitten.’ She was always prepared for Lila to lie, could count on it, and she had become accustomed to her friends falling for the lies, but she had thought she had at least one person by her side. That had quickly been disproven again and again, and it felt like parts of her heart chipped away every time it happened. Adrien, once considered the love of her life, did nothing to ease her aching heart. There were no comforting hugs or even a hand on her shoulder to let her know that she wasn’t alone in the class of sheep. There were no glances shared between the two to let her know that he was just as fed up with Lila’s lies as she. Most importantly, and the one that hurt the most, there were no texts or calls or even letters that offered her any amount of support. That’s not to say he never texted her, but when he did it was never about anything important, it was always mundane and dare she say superficial, and sometimes, sometimes he texted her about her situation but it was never anything helpful, if anything they made her feel worse. They were always about how she was “provoking” Lila and, “what happened to taking the high road Marinette?” At first they had made her cry, she wasn’t provoking Lila, Lila was provoking her, how had Adrien not seen that? Sadness grew into anger, blinding anger, anger that caused her to rip every poster down, change her computer background with such force she nearly broke the mouse, and gave away every planned gift for every occasion, and afterwards all she felt was numb. In the beginning the numbness scared her, but it grew on her like a second skin, it protected her sometimes so she welcomed it. 

“Marinette!” Again she was wrenched from her thoughts by the yell of her kwami’s voice. 

It took her a couple of seconds to focus, “Yes, Tikki?”

“I lost you again. Where were you?” Tikki asked softly as she flew closer to Marinette’s face. 

“Sorry. Nowhere,” Everywhere, ”just thinking.” An apology and a half answer, when was the last time she actually told someone how she was feeling without holding back? Too long, her mind supplied. 

“...About today?”

“In a way.”

“Oh Marinette, things will start to get better, don’t let today get to you.” Don’t let it get to Ladybug.

“I know Tikki.” Hollow words, but they were expected, she even threw in a small smile, it was the most she could manage. It was the response of habit she gave, even to her parents, though she had the feeling they wouldn’t notice even if she did show some of her real feelings, some of her hurt. They were just so busy with the bakery sometimes that Marinette couldn’t help but feel that their attention to her was more obligation than anything else, and wow, wasn’t that just the cherry on top of everything? They had even forgotten to ask how her day was today, and though she wasn’t going to tell them, it still would have brought her some comfort to know they cared or pretended to care. At this point she would take what she could get. Today had been another rough one, but it had started out like her new normal, she would go to school and be ignored by her classmates or get glares and sneers that she in turn would ignore. Then she would go to her locker and put the bare minimum of her belongings in, that she prayed would not be destroyed (“improved”) or stolen, she did her best to boobytrap anything of importance like she did her diary since having a lock on her locker was supposedly unheard of at this school. After that was class itself where she expected her seat to be sticky or wet with something but she took to bringing wet cloths and paper towels with her since this was so common. ‘Just harmless pranks.’ Mme Bustier claimed when she first went to talk with her about the behavior. Honestly she didn’t know what she had been expecting when she went to her teacher for help, but she was not going to make that useless of a mistake again. What followed though was weird, she still found rude little notes but none of her classmates went out of their way to glare at her, or make snide comments about her, she wasn’t even tripped if they walked too close to her. To some people it would mean a break, but it only put her more on edge, like something bigger was coming, because Lila was acting strange. 

She hadn’t spouted one lie about Marinette, she still lied, just nothing about Marinette, which was odd. Though Marinette pushed it from her mind in order to get some help from Mme Mendeleiev for her homework packet that was due tomorrow. Some problems were proving difficult and she knew the teacher was more than willing to help students out if they went to her, so that’s exactly what Marinette did for lunch time. She even brought a packed lunch so she could eat and work with the teacher so they had more time, it was actually rather nice. Mme Mendeleiev, though stern and strict, was a real teacher. She wanted her students to learn and Marinette yearned for that, she yearned to be one of her pupils. There was a part of her that thought that maybe the teacher wanted that as well. It was an impossible thought, she tried to transfer once, it hadn’t ended well for her. Lila spun it around when she had heard, claimed Marinette was doing it to abandon them and leave them without a class president. Oh how she spun her web of deceit and claimed Marinette was doing it for attention, to get back at the class for not believing her ‘lies.’ Of course the class and Mme Bustier believed her, because why wouldn’t they? Then Mme Bustier went behind her back and spoke to Principal Damocles and whatever they spoke about resulted in her staying in the class no matter what she tried or whatever papers she managed to get her parents to sign that would allow her a class transfer. She was stuck in the class. In her prison.

After lunch is when everything had blown up, and some twisted part of Marinette was thankful it happened sooner rather than later. Lila had made a show of holding something, some papers that looked destroyed, to her chest and “crying.” If you could call over the top whimpering crying. Marinette didn’t have to prepare herself since she had been prepared all day for something to happen when Lila and her herd of sheep came to her and yelled at her for ruining Lila’s homework and something about writing something on her locker too? She just didn’t care anymore, she still claimed her innocence and that there was no way she could have done it, but no one was listening and Adrien was just standing there frowning at her in disappointment and all she could think was, right back at you boy. Mme Bustier joined in and Marinette just stood there as the teacher of course fell for whatever scheme Lila cooked up and then held back a sigh when said teacher started to lecture her there in the hallway for everyone to see. Of course they had to make a spectacle of it, of course they did. Damocles decided to join in and Marinette thought it was for sure going to be another expulsion, some part of her hoped for it. She knew that was bad but she was just so freaking tired of dealing with it all, but to her surprise Mme Mendeleiev was her knight in shining lab coat so to say.

“Marinette didn’t do it. She was with me the entire lunch period so unless she managed to defy all laws of physics and was in two or three places at once I would say she’s being framed.” Mme Mendeleiev’s voice had commanded attention and even Lila couldn’t spin it around to keep Marinette in trouble. Even her classmates had stopped their incessant murmuring. 

“But Lila said she saw her running away from her locker!” Kim had yelled in return. It spoke of Mme Bustier’s character and control of her class that she hadn’t even attempted to reprimand Kim for raising his voice to another teacher. 

Marinette saw Mme Mendeleiev give Mme Bustier a look that had the younger teacher trying to reign in her rowdy class after they had all been yelling their own affirmations that yes, that was what Lila had said. “Then either Mlle Rossi needs to get her eyes checked or she saw someone else, or she’s lying.”

“Demeter! I’m sure Lila didn’t mean for this...little misunderstanding to happen. I'm sure she saw someone who looked like Marinette.” Mme Bustier had tried to reason. 

“If I’m not mistaken Caline, this is not the first time this has happened to Marinette. Her being accused of something in this school and getting punished unjustly with no proof. Forgive me, or not, but I’m not going to overlook this like you. Those are serious accusations to throw at someone. It would be wrong not to investigate. Right, Damocles?” No one spoke throughout Mme Medeleiev’s little speech but Marinette saw the glare Lila was giving the teacher and Marinette was tempted to tell Mendeleiev to just drop it.

“Er, yes, of course.” Principal Damocles had stuttered out. How he had managed to be a principal Marinette would never know. Once upon a time she had thought him an awkward but good guy all around, but that was not the case anymore.

“I suspect we call Mlle Rossi’s mother to speak about this. I’m sure she would love to know that her daughter is being...if not bullied then the start of being bullied. Then we will gather students who match Marinette’s description. It’s not much but it’s the best we got. I’ll go take pictures of the locker in question.”

“Oh-Oh we really don’t have to do that. I’m sure it really is all a misunderstanding! I wouldn’t want to bother my mother!” Lila had desperately claimed. 

“How is this a misunderstanding Mlle Rossi? Please explain. Because from where we teachers stand this is clearly bullying and we will not tolerate that at this school.” Mme Mendeleiev said with such authority, one would think she was the principal. 

Somehow, Marinette didn’t know how, but Lila had talked her way out of having to have her mother called to the school even though Mme Mendeleiev had strongly insisted to Principal Damocles that they call her and have a sit down with her over her daughter’s wellbeing and school life. Though she honestly shouldn’t have been surprised that nothing had been done. It was Damocles after all. Lila probably said it would be best not to disturb her very busy, very important, diplomat mother and Damocles with his nonexistent spine folded. Though with all the wrong type of attention the incident had brought for the lying vixen Marinette had a relatively “relaxed” rest of her day. No one outright apologized for just blaming her for destroying another person’s work and defacing public property with no proof but at least they didn’t glare at her or make snide remarks for the rest of the day. Adrien even managed not to give her one of his lectures at the end of the day which was a big welcome on Marinette’s end. She could only deal with him being on his high-horse and looking down on her for so long and more often than not she wouldn’t even argue back she would just end the conversation with,*“Il n’y a pas plus sourd que celui qui ne veut pas entendre.” 

The day had started to look up for her and she was going to strike the iron while it was hot so to say. Her steps felt lighter. It’s like Mme Mendeleiv’s belief in her gave her invincibility for the day and she found herself actually looking forward to seeing Luka and Kagami at the end of the school day since she would finally have something good to share rather than her usual bouquet of gloom. The sun seemed brighter when she remembered that fencing practice was cancelled that day due to M D’Argencourt having some appointment to go to and a substitute couldn’t be found so the fencing club students had the day off. Marinette had excitedly texted Kagami that they should meet up after school and hang out earlier than the trio had planned since the girl had more free time. Kagami had agreed but said she would meet Marinette at her house as she had some things to take care of there at the school that she wanted to finish up before they met up. Of course Marinette had agreed without question, Kagami liked things to be in order before she had her free time and Marinette understood that. Now, Marinette didn’t remember what she had forgotten, but she knew she had forgotten something in her locker and had rushed from her home to grab it, not wanting her luck to run out for the day. She didn’t know why but since she was back at the school she felt the need to go talk with Mme Medeleiev and thank her once more for what she had done that day for Marinette. Whether the teacher knew it or not, she had given Marinette some hope back.

So she was going to do just that when she had heard familiar voices. Luka and Kagami? Kagami she could understand but why had Luka been there? He was supposed to meet them at Marinette’s house so she was immensely confused to hear his soft voice echo the halls. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her then and she had followed its call. She had not expected to find the scene she had stumbled upon, and the way her heart lurched with such pain. You would think I’d be used to it by now. Her eyes watered as she watched Kagami and Luka, her closest and only friends sitting with Lila and looking at her with such concern and half hugging her to give her comfort. She couldn’t hear what was being said but she would wager it was about her, she saw the disapproving frowns both Luka and Kagami gave in response to whatever Lila had said and all Marinette could think was, I’ve lost them too. She took them from me too. Before she knew it she had ran back home, to her room and had, well, she wasn’t too sure to be completely honest. It all went by in a blur, but she did remember texting Kagami and Luka and saying she wasn’t feeling well and maybe they could hang out together tomorrow, despite knowing Luka would have band practice and Kagami would have fencing practice. Then threw her phone onto her chaise and looked at her pictures of her friends she still had on her walls, she thought of the gifts she had given and all she had felt was this white hot rage and sadness that consumed her. 

She heard, more than felt the ripping and smashing of the things that reminded her of a past she could never get back. Marinette was done listening to Tikki in that moment, and she was done believing she had anyone on her side like she thought she did. Kagami and Luka, they both held little pieces of what was left of her heart and she could feel those pieces breaking with every thing she destroyed. Now here she sat in the aftermath of her destruction and she didn’t even feel satisfied. A small part of her still felt hurt, she was sure she had to have made noise, quite a bit of it, and yet neither of her parents had checked on her. It was just another drop added to her already too-full cup. 

“I’m sure it wasn’t what it looked like, Marinette.” Tikki chirped as she flew to Marinette’s sink and back with a wet cloth in her hand to help Marinette clean her face.

“What?”

“Luka and Kagami.” Tikki said their names so simply, “I’m sure it wasn’t what you’re thinking. You’ll see! We have to see them for patrol tonight. I’m sure you can ask them subtly about it as a concerned hero of Paris.”

The only concerned hero. Her mind bitterly spat out without warning. The thought almost made her wince in shock at the venom that came from it. Though she found herself not apologetic in the least, Chat had been proving himself to be unreliable. At first she had brushed off his behavior as his usual antics and she had been beating herself over the head about it everyday it seemed like. He became more aggressive in his flirting and really that’s what it was, it wasn’t passionate, it wasn’t some misguided persistence, it wasn’t just him being a “boy”, he became aggressive in his affection for her. He started asking her on more and more dates, bringing her more and more gifts and each time she rejected him, reminding him they had work to do, or she had plans, or that his timing was not the best, or of course that she had feelings for someone else, he started “punishing” her and Paris as a result. He would refuse to help, sometimes he wouldn’t show up to a battle at all, he would only call to ask her if she had come to her senses and realized she loved him and when she wouldn’t give him the answer he wanted he would hang up and the battle would be a lonely one. She had tried to get Master Fu to do something about it but he had brushed it off much like she had in the beginning. Seemed like he still had faith in the cat, Marinette wished she could say the same but it would be a lie, besides she had kind of announced she no longer trusted Chat to help her since she gave Luka and Kagami their individual Miraculous back but to permanently use to help her defend the city. So instead of Ladybug and Chat Noir defending Paris, it was Ladybug, Viperion and Ryuuko. 

“I think I want to go out a little early Tikki. Maybe the fresh air and time out will do me some good.” Marinette said with forced cheer as she stood and stretched her arms high above her head. 

“I think that’s a good idea Marinette!” Tikki chirped as she zipped through the air to hover at Marinette’s shoulder and she couldn’t help but chuckle. With a quick saying of the magic words and one transformation later, Marinette was out slinging from rooftop to rooftop. There was no destination in mind just yet, she just wanted to simply be for a while. Everything finally felt okay and she was ready to actually head to the top of the Eiffel Tower to wait for Luka and Kagami as their hero forms so they could start actual patrol when she heard their voices. It sounded like they were trying to keep quiet about something. She didn’t want to pry but it was late and if they were out this late as their civilian selves she had a duty to them to make sure they were okay. With a quick swing she was at the Château Edmond de Rothschild where the voices seemed to come from, it was supposed to be not accessible to the public, so why were they there? 

A quick peek was all it took to understand why and Marinette had to stop herself from making any noise, whether it be a sob or a scream or a gasp. She couldn’t risk it if what she was seeing was real, but there it was right in front of her. Luka and Kagami were sitting in their hero forms holding a charm of some kind between them and they both had the sickening violet glow of Hawkmoth around their eyes. They didn’t seem angry or sad, or even like they were being akumatized so she wasn’t really sure what was going on but she was going to put an end to it. Now.

“Yes Hawkmoth. Ladybug trusts us completely, we are doing our part.” Kagami said.

“But...Chat Noir has yet to show up. That has helped us get closer to Ladybug yes, but it means we don’t know where the Black Cat Miraculous is for you.” Luka had added on and it was another stab to Marinette’s heart. They, her most trusted allies, her friends, her maybe something more’s, were working with...oh god she was going to be sick. She had to get out of there. She didn’t know how long she had swung but at some point she hadn’t been thinking about where her yoyo should attach itself and she fell down into a garden. No, she couldn’t identify the garden because she couldn’t see past the tears. Marinette didn’t know how long she laid there crying but she quickly took off her earrings and just as soon as she did Tikki zipped out.

“Marinette…”

“You said things would get better Tikki. How? How is this supposed to get better? Luka and Kagami...they are...they’re working for HIM!” She screamed and she didn’t care who heard, she was tired of suffering in silence. 

“I’m sure it wasn't-”

“What? What, it looked like?....I’m done. I’m done sacrificing everything for this city. Sacrificing my feelings. I need to feel Tikki!” Without waiting for a response, Marinette threw the earrings and ran further into the park. She sobbed as loud and she had wanted to, needed to, and she couldn’t stop. She collapsed yet again, this time in a patch of butterfly bushes, though she hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t the only thing she hadn’t noticed, there was an akuma flying her way, but by the time she heard the tell-tale sign of the flap of its wings it was too late. The thing had already morphed with something on her person and all she could do was gasp.

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Gabriel Agreste couldn’t help the tiny shout of joy he let out because finally, finally he had managed to snag his masterpiece. She had evaded him for so long, her will over her emotions had always seemed so iron strong but finally, Marinette Dupain Cheng was akumatized, and she was going to be the one to get him the Miraculi he craved. He could feel it. He turned to brag to his swarm of butterflies seeing how Nathalie wasn’t in the lair but when he did so he paused. All his butterflies were gone. Honestly he had to just stand and stare because where could they have gone? And why hadn’t he noticed or heard them leave? 

No matter. The important thing was that he had Marinette Dupain Cheng under his control and it was going to be glorious. She would make quite the spectacle for Ladybug and, well, the heroes and Chat Noir when she appeared tomorrow. Victory was close, he could practically taste it.

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Wang Fu had made many mistakes in his life and he regretted every single one, but this one, this one was causing him the most pain. Marinette, the girl he had chosen to be Paris’s pillar of hope, the girl he had seen as a granddaughter, the girl he had failed to protect when she needed him, was in danger. He had been sleeping when Tikki had come flying into his shop wailing about Marinette. At first he and Wayzz couldn’t understand her, when she managed to calm down some she gave him some of the most devastating news he had ever received. Marinette Dupain Cheng had given up the mantle of Ladybug and had been akumatized. He had been desperate to know why and know why Tikki looked so guilty because surely it could not be her fault. Then the kwami had spilled everything, she told of the situation at school, the situation with Chat Noir, with Adrien that he himself had thought was nothing more than him being a stubborn boy, and she had told him how even she believed her user was somehow something more than human and would be able to handle it all. She had been angry at Marinette for throwing her away but had realized that it wasn’t her fault and had tried to find the girl to talk to her but by the time she had found her...it had been too late. So here he sat after calling Chat Noir to his shop and hoping the young hero...no, the young boy, would show.

“Master Fu?” Adrien asked softly as he entered the shop, it was almost easy to believe that the young boy wasn’t wayward and that Fu hadn’t made yet another mistake.

“In here Adrien.”

“Uh, what’s the matter Master Fu? You never call me Adrien. You said this was about Ladybug. Did she...Did she say something to you?” Near the end it was easy to see now the hidden anger the boy held, why hadn’t he seen it?

“No. This is something...far worse I’m afraid. Ladybug has been…”

“Ladybug has been defeated.” Tikki finished for him. 

He watched as Adrien’s eyes widened and he gaped at Tikki, he looked as though he didn’t want to believe it. Fu wanted to yell at the boy. He had no right to stand there and act like he cared about Marinette. “That is not all. A young girl has been akumatized and I fear she may be the strongest akuma Hawkmoth has ever made.”

“What do you mean Ladybug has been defeated!? Defeated by who!?” 

“By the akuma,” Fu lied, though was it really a lie?

“What akuma?”

“Not what. Who. The akuma is Marinette Dupain Cheng and from what Tikki and Ladybug have told me...Hawkmoth has been wanting to akumatize her for a long time. Whatever sent her to his side...I’ve met the girl. She is a kind soul and to know that he has her under his control...Adrien. You have to stop her. After that...after that is when you and I will sit down and have another talk, but in the meantime find Mlle Dupain Cheng and help her.” Fu pleaded, and he couldn’t help the tear that escaped. 

The emotion seemed to hit Adrien, though it didn’t seem to be the only thing. “Marinette is the akuma? How?”

“I think you know the answer to that Agreste.” Tikki answered with a glare from where she was being held by Plagg who honestly looked like he wanted to scratch his owner's eyes out.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“We don’t have time for this. Adrien, just please, go and find her. Help her.” Fu watched as Adrien had left, it was almost morning now and he had work to do as well. He had to retrieve the Snake and Dragon Miraculi before their current users handed them off to Hawkmoth, as he doubted they would help in the fight to save Marinette, and he didn’t trust them enough to let them try.

“We’ll get her back Tikki. We will.”

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Adrien was not having a good morning, he had spent the early hours of it searching for his friend and coming up empty, and the more he came out with nothing the easier it was to be frustrated. Though it seemed like frustration was something to be shared in the Agreste home since his father also seemed to be irritable that morning. More than that, he and Nathalie seemed off and they were the most put together people he knew. Them being off, threw him off, thankfully he was still at school on time, which is too say he wasn’t his usual early self, but he was there a couple minutes before the bell would ring which gave him a very small window of time to search for Marinette before class began. Though he’s not entirely sure she would even show up at school if she was an akuma but where else would she go? She had a problem with Lila and Lila was at school so the answer had to be there right? God he hoped so.

The bell was about to ring though so he ran back to class after searching the locker rooms and barely made it to his seat when the bell did ring. Marinette wasn’t there. But she was going to show up, he just knew it. She had to. Lila was the source of her anger probably, even if it was childish, she would come to settle the score and that’s when he would swoop in and save the day. Then maybe just maybe, Ladybug would finally see that they were meant to be and realize how amazing he was. The thought had made him smile, almost losing himself in the daydream, that is until he saw a familiar pair of pink pants enter the room. He was at immediate attention and was alert because Marinette...didn’t look like an akuma. She looked like normal herself, but she was an akuma right? So why didn’t she look like one?

“Marinette. Late again?” Mme Bustier asked even though it was obvious.

“I won’t be long Caline.” Marinette replied and her voice...it was just off. Yes it was Marinette but at the same time it wasn’t.

“Marinette! You will speak to me respectfully or I will have no choice but to-”

“To what? Tell me to be a better example? I’m tired Caline, I’m tired of being your doll that you dress up and play pretend with. I’m not a doll, and I’m not a teacher’s assistant, though it seems like that’s what you believe me to be seeing as you push me to do your job. Constantly, so don’t even try to deny it. It’s the teacher’s job to placate their students and make sure that their classroom environment is a healthy one. You allow bullies to reign free from punishment and in turn punish the victims. Do you ever get tired of being the indirect cause of akumas? Because really how many of your students have been akumatized and you have the gall to say you’re a great teacher, everyone’s favorite teacher no less.” Everyone in the room was dead silent. This wasn’t Marinette at all, but before anyone could say anything the akuma continued, though they didn’t know she was an akuma and Adrien so badly wanted to shout it out to warn everybody.

“Then there is all of you sheep. I had the absolute displeasure of once being your friend, but I realized you were never my friends to begin with. If you were you wouldn’t have believed lies over me.”

“Is this really what this is about Girl?” Alya shouted.

“Alya, it seems like you want me to start with you. You claim to be a journalist, a seeker of the truth, but that is the biggest lie you have ever sold yourself beside Ladybug’s best friend over there. You are a hypocrite. You say you are a defender against bullies and villains. Well you Alya Cesaire are one of the biggest bullies by association I know. You turned your back on me. On the truth. You refused to open your eyes and see what was truly there. You became a bully and enjoyed it. You took pleasure in everything you did to make me miserable alongside Lila. Well congratulations Rena Rouge you have been outfoxed and it isn’t because of some sapotis or illusions. I was wrong to ever trust you.”

Everyone watched as Alya grew pale and just sat there with her mouth agape. “Nino, Kim, Alix, Ivan. You became destroyers rather than the protectors of the weak you boasted about to make yourselves feel better. Well guess what Nino? There’s no shell to protect you from the truth! You are a bully, bigger than Chloe! Because instead of not doing anything like you had last time I was bullied for years on end, this time you partook in the “merriment.” Kim. How I ever trusted you with anything is beyond me. You know in China to call a child a monkey is a great compliment, to call you anything similar would be a great disrespect. How you held the title of the monkey king...I’ll never understand it. Alix, you always liked to believe you were as fast as a rabbit both in mind and body, well the rabbit is dead. Your time will never come again I’ll see to it. Your most prized possession, your watch, I helped you restore it after it had been broken and I even gave it back to you but that was a mistake on my part as you never deserved it in the first place. Ivan, who helped you during Stoneheart? Who? Oh that’s right it was me? I helped you see you weren’t that monster but I was wrong. I was very wrong.” The words were cruel and Adrien didn’t know where all this anger was coming from. Lila was the target right? Shouldn’t she only be going after her, not their friends? He had to sneak out and transform, he didn’t know where her item was but he would find it and put an end to all this unnecessary hurt.

“Oh Adrien, where do you think you’re going? You’re at the top of my list.”

“Your list?” He asked as though he hadn’t been caught trying to get out of his seat.

“Yes. The list of people who have wronged me. The list of people who have turned me into the current me. The list of people I hate. Sorry, but not sorry If you can’t handle hearing how imperfect you are but you will listen to what I have to say.”

Adrien didn’t understand why everyone gasped but he was hurt to hear that Marinette hated him. No it had to be the akuma’s influence, it just had to be. “I’m sorry you feel that way Marinette.”

Marinette walked up to him and took both his hands in hers, it would have been a sweet gesture if it weren’t for the added pressure. “Save it. I don’t want your superficial pity. You Adrien Agreste are the biggest liar I know next to Lila. You knew she was lying. You knew she was lying from the start seeing how Ladybug told you herself that Lila and her were not friends. Oh yeah I know about that, in the park, or how about when Lila was akumatized to be the Chameleon, which by the way Lila very unoriginal and I’m fairly certain you were akumatized on purpose but hey what proof do I have right? And she pretended to be you because she didn’t like what you had to say about her lying. Yet you still didn’t tell your so called friends about her, because you don’t care about anyone but yourself! I learned that the hard way. I believed you when you said we were in this together and that if we both knew then that was enough and that we should take the moral highroad. What a joke! I am truly disgusted with myself for ever thinking I was in love with you.”

What!?

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Luka couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he and Kagami had rushed to Marinette’s class after they had each gotten a call from her mother asking if either one of them had seen Marinette. Apparently they went up to her room and realized she was missing but thought maybe she had told them she was spending the night at Alya’s and they maybe just hadn’t heard but when they had called her and texted her with no response they had gotten worried. More so when she hadn’t shown up that morning. Luka had immediately felt his heart drop. Marinette was, well, she was his melody and to think that something could have happened to her, it made him get on his bike and search as many places as he could think of. It seemed like Kagami had the same idea because he ran into her and her car before they decided it would be better to search together. He felt awful about her cancelling their plans yesterday but figured she just genuinely wasn’t feeling well. Luka was beating himself over the head because obviously that wasn’t the case. 

Maybe if him and Kagami hadn’t been so focused on helping get evidence that Lila was a liar and who Hawkmoth could be they wouldn’t be in this mess, but they had done all that for Marinette. They had seen what Lila had done to her and Kagami had been the one to say she didn’t trust Lila and proposed they help Marinette expose her for the lying weasel she was. Luka had been all for it, even if they had to pretend to be nice. When they found out that Lila actually didn’t like Ladybug well, that had been a shock but they had played into it. Both he and Kagami had acted like they too despised the superheroine and finally they saw Lila, the real Lila, or at least a small glimpse of her. She believed they really didn’t like Marinette and Ladybug, she believed they were her spies on Marinette, and then she admitted something that genuinely made Luka sick to his stomach.

Lila was working with Hawkmoth. And she wanted them to help them and join their “team.”

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. It was more evidence against Lila Ross and it was a way to help Ladybug who had seemed like she was being spread thin thanks to that no good Chat. So him and Kagami agreed to help. Then Ladybug asked them to be permanent heroes. They told Hawkmoth in order to gain trust from him and he had seemed pleased. Fake working with him was disgusting but him and Kagami felt like they were getting close to figuring out who he could be or what his ultimate goal was, but one thing was for certain and that was, for some odd unexplainable reason, Hawkmoth wanted to akumatize Marinette. He wanted Luka and Kagami to help, they had been hoping to unmask him before it came to that, but hearing Marinette now and seeing her...that was not Marinette. Hawkmoth succeeded somehow. Because that in there was an akuma and it was breaking Luka’s heart, more so when he realized it had way more information about people and the Miraculi than anyone would other than Ladybug herself. 

“Luka...that’s.” Kagami had never sounded so lost.

“I know. Marinette was, is, Ladybug.”

“What do we do?”

“We save her. And...and we tell her the truth.”

They were ready, they were opening their mouths to say their separate transformation phrases when a window in the classroom broke. They turned to look inside to see if it was Marinette running out and finally showing an akuma form, but all they saw was a green blur and Marinette leisurely following after the blur out of the school to the park outside. Of course they followed, but when they went to transform they both realized, their respective Miraculous was gone. What did they do now?

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Fu had done it. He had retrieved the Dragon and Snake Miraculous, with help from Tikki as she took them from their holders as he caused a distraction as Jade Turtle. It was never easy to hold his transformation but he had done it for the short while he had to. That was one, kind of two, problems out of the way, now all he had to do was wait for Adrien to save Marinette. “He will do it”

“He will, Master.” Tikki muttered from his shoulder as Wayzz nodded his agreement from Fu’s other shoulder.

“I doubt it.” Fu nearly fell with how he stumbled back at what had landed in front of him. It was Marinette but also not. He didn’t want to call her an akuma because even that felt like a wrong description. She felt like something else entirely, looked it too. She wore some armor like that of a knight over what appeared to be a black body suit, but one made of light. Her freckles seemed more like stars and if he looked closer each star was unique, and almost seemed to resemble every past akuma

“Marinette...what...what are you?”

“A protector, the Protector.” Marinette answered as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

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As soon as Marinette felt the akuma merge with her, because truly it felt like it merged with her and not an object, she felt so much. She could feel the butterfly feel her pain, her anger, could feel it soak up her negativity. She in turn could feel its pain and anger, its sadness too. Her heart filled with so much empathy. Then it was like the voice of the butterfly doubled, then tripled, then there were too many voices to be heard but Marinette understood. She felt their pain because it was the same as hers. All of them had been used, all of them together had put their trust in people they shouldn’t have. Though she had no way to see it, Marinette just knew she was covered in butterflies because she refused to call them akumas, they were victims just as she was, just as Paris was too, to Hawkmoth.

They told her they wouldn’t let him harm her. That they would protect her. That was the moment that Marinette felt that she and them were one and she vowed to protect them just as they vowed to protect her. She accepted them, she let them and her truly become one, because at that moment they were her only friends, her only family, and she was going to protect them from their abuser. They sung her praises, they gave her strength, they whispered a name and place. Their former owner. She listened and she heard and Marinette followed where they led. The closer they got to the Agreste Mansion, the louder the cries of Nooroo she could hear, could feel. She vowed she would protect him as well. He was her family, her friend too, just like the butterflies. A part of her felt like she should have been surprised that Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth and that so, Nathaniel Sancoeur was most likely Mayura, but really she just felt anger. Gabriel and Nathalie were to face justice. Her justice.

They would pay for their crimes against Paris, and their abuse of the Miraculi, kwami, and butterflies. She was the Protector and nothing would stand in her way.

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“I don’t wish to fight you, but I see you believe me to be an akuma. I’m not. I don’t expect you to believe me but it’s the truth. I am merely the Protector now. As a sign of good faith,” Marinette, or Protector held out a hand to Fu, one he was reluctant to reach out for. “Here.”

It seemed like she caught on to his hesitation because Marinette threw whatever had been in her hand to him. Tikki and Wayzz had quickly helped catch them and when he saw what Marinette had tossed him he felt faint. Whether it was from relief or fear he didn’t know. Marinette had given him the Peacock and Cat Miraculi. “And what of the Butterfly Miraculous?”

“I’m keeping it. You couldn't protect it, so I will in your place. Nooroo and I decided it is what is best.” At the mention of the kwami, said kwami fly out into the open to sit in Marinette’s open palm.

“Marinette I can’t let you do that.”

“We’re not asking permission.” Nooroo stated as he nuzzled Marinette’s thumb that was caressing his head. “Marinette and I have suffered at the hands of Paris long enough.”

“This was merely me wanting to say goodbye face to face. Don’t come looking for me Fu.” 

Fu could only watch at Marinette, Nooroo, and a swarm of white akumas jumped away from him and his kwami. He didn’t know what else he could do. He was too old to run after her, and he didn’t have anyone he could trust with a Miraculous with to send after her. So he just watched as Marinette continued to get smaller and smaller in his vision, until she was gone. Though she asked not to be looked for, he would do it, because Marinette deserved to be found and talked some sense into. When he found her, an apology didn’t feel good enough, but he would give her the biggest most heartfelt apology. She was a kind soul, and truly deserved none of this.

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It was chaos. Tom and Sabine had closed the bakery but it was still filled with people, only it was Marinette’s class and Luka and Kagami. They didn’t dare call this class their daughter’s friends after they finally learned what had really been happening at the school. Luka and Kagami had told them everything and Sabine, Sabine sobbed and had called out for her baby girl till her voice was hoarse. What had they done to her baby girl? But they apologized to them, they said they were tricked. It felt more like they were trying to trick them, but nonetheless they needed help figuring out where Marinette could be and they were offering to help. Tom said it was out of guilt and had wanted to kick them out but Sabine convinced him it would be more manpower to help with the search. Truth was, they were just as guilty, they hadn’t realized something was wrong with their daughter until she was missing. 

Adrien had come in with his arm in a cast, when they asked what happened, the class claimed it was Marinette when she was an akuma. Adrien hadn’t denied it, in fact he looked angry, every time Marinette was mentioned he would frown, and Tom had been so so close to just tossing the boy out, but they heard the kids gossiping and saying that someone had broken into the Agreste Mansion and had beaten Gabriel and his assistant pretty badly. When asked about it Adrien would get really quiet but would confirm that his father and Nathalie were in the hospital due to injuries. He looked a mess.

Luka and Kagami though,...those two looked worse. They looked as though someone had ripped out their hearts. They were there physically, helping wherever they could and however they could, but one glance and you could tell they weren’t there in spirit. It was awful. Paris was celebrating the supposed defeat and disappearance of Hawkmoth and Mayura, but how could Tom and Sabine join in the merriment when they couldn’t share that joy with their pride and joy? The guilt of being so busy had never hit them so hard, but they vowed that once they found Marinette, they would do everything in their power to make it up to her.

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It was quiet, actually it was more like her ears were ringing so loud that it was impossible to hear anything. Her body collapsed from exhaustion, she couldn’t travel any further but she felt the distance. It felt safe. She felt safe and maybe that’s why her body just kind of shut itself down, maybe that’s why when the butterflies and Nooroo prodded at her mind if she was willing to give up the akuma and drop the transformation and which she did, that didn’t mean that Marinette wasn’t going to fight to stay conscious even if it was a losing battle. But she was so tired and she could feel Nooroo reassuring her that they were safe and that? That was enough for her. She quickly slipped into unconsciousness and for once didn’t fear the possibility of nightmares, because she knew when she woke up she wouldn’t be back in Paris anymore. Though with falling unconscious she did fail to introduce herself to those who found her, right away.

“I’m telling you guys I saw something wash up on the beach from my house!” A boy said as he and his friends made their way down the beach.

“Yeah? Last time you said that and dragged us here it was just a piece of driftwood.” Another boy piped in with a point of his finger.

“And you claimed it was a real mermaid this time.” His twin sister added.

“Guys be nice I’m sure it’s an actual real mermaid this time.” A girl laughed as she walked ahead to walk side by side with the first boy. 

“Actually there are many documents of mermaids you know.” The third boy of the group said matter-of-factly.

“Any of them driftwood mermaids?” the fourth boy of the group asked with a laugh.

“Ha ha ha, very funny. But I’m telling you I really saw...someone. Oh my gods.” The first boy had started before he actually did see the slumped form of Marinette just lying there. 

*Il n’y a pas plus sourd que celui qui ne veut pas entendre Translation: No one is as deaf as the one who does not want to listen.

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Razor (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

@bleachlemon

I'm glad you are ok with it because oh boy do I have some very very n a s t y noncon-y thoughts about our wolfboi. We love a dense boy, not a single thought in his empty, horny lil brain. Head empty, just horny for y/n. 

I also have the big horny™ for any cross between boys and canines... Does smth for me. As if my favoritism wasn't obvious by how much I've written below lmao

tw: general yandere content, violence, mentions of n/sfw

tw below cut: breeding, heavy  noncon, like jfc this is nasty, misogynistic

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

The biggest issue with Razor is his complete and total lack of restraint. He sees no need for it, he has no real concept of social norms. Wolves don't really practice restraint on... anything. When they see something they want to kill, they kill it, when they see something they want to have, they have it, when they're mad, they attack, when they're hungry, they eat.

So in a way, he's perfectly lucid, but doesn't act as a normal lucid person who understands social norms would do. He knows that you give him some burning, fluttery feeling, and that he enjoys having you around, and that he gets sad when you have to leave. He's perceptive enough to know it's the same urge that drives humans to form their long-term mate partnerships. If that's what they refer to as "love," he'll readily adopt that term as a way to describe what he feels. What he doesn't get is everything between point A and point Z. No point in all the "courtship" and "marriage" and other human customs -- he doesn't need to "date" to know you're the one, and he doesn't need some signed paper to signify he loves you. In his mind, it's perfectly logical to expect you to immediately come live out in Wolvendom with him. You did accept all his courtship signs, after all.

Wolves are very straightforward with it, you see. Their courtship includes going for walks side-by-side, close to each other, which you did when you let him guide you through the woods. Wolves will rest their head or legs on the other, and you let him rest his head on your shoulder (even if you flinched with surprise when he did, uncomfortable but too nice to say anything). He even when to the extent of engaging in human mating rituals -- you accepted all those gifts he hunted down, and you smiled when he said nice things about how pretty you are, how nice you smell.

So in other words, you've basically already accepted him as a mate. That's what he's perceived, and changing his initial perceptions is not easily accomplished.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

One of the most likely, and definitely the fastest. Possibly after meeting you a single time. He can't take the risk of you not coming back.

He won't be very subtle or sneaky about it either, not tricking you into walking right into captivity, nor drugging you or taking you in your sleep. It's very straightforward - it's not like there's anyone in Wolvendom to hear you, so he has no problem just slinging you over his shoulder and carrying you off. He kinda gets why you'd panic, so he reassures you that no, he's not gonna eat you or anything, you're just going home.

Don't worry about the pack - they won't eat you either, or even hurt you. He's already told them not to. He gets why you might be frightened by the massive, snarling creatures and their massive teeth and eyes that shine in moonlight, but he'll make sure you get used to them and accept them as your family, just like he has.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

That depends. Can you fight off two 180-pound masses of claws, teeth, and muscle? If so, sure, it'll be easy. If not... you'll have some issues.

He's lucky to have such a loyal pack that will help him with these things - they don't exactly understand why you'd want to leave, but they know you're not supposed to. Even when he has to leave you, which isn't often, he'll leave a few of them around to watch you. To make sure no one comes and steals you or anything - and of course, the implication that it's to make sure you don't run away, either. He doesn't really get why you would, but he's come to the realization, based on what you've tried to tell him, that you miss your family and friends. And he gets that, he really does, but in the end, he's selfish at his core, and his empathy for you isn't enough for him to just let you go.

He sleeps latched onto you, arms wrapped around you, so it's not a good idea to try. Your best bet is to wait for a time he's gone and distract the wolves with something, which isn't too hard, and run for it. But even if you do manage to escape, you won't be for long. They can smell you from a mile away and will use your scent to pinpoint you down within a few minutes. They don't exactly have any gentle ways of taking you down and bringing you back, either. They're basically going to have to use their teeth, so it's better if you don't struggle - you'll just hurt yourself.

If he catches you, though, he'll just get huffy and angry, and much like when initially taking you, he'll just pick you right up and bring you back. He's not opposed to stealing ropes and the like from the passing knights, and tying knots isn't too difficult to figure out.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Poor boy is very easy to lie to and manipulate. Head empty, not many thoughts up there. However, you'll have to be clever about it, because most of the time, even if he believes you, he doesn't care. Sure, you can easily convince him that it's normal for human couples to sleep separately... But that's not going to stop him from curling up with you, because that's what he does. That's what wolves do.

He will, however, be somewhat easily manipulated into getting you things you want, if he thinks it'll make you happy. However, obtaining things you want will almost definitely come in the form of theft, or worst case scenario, the body of a passer-by that just so happened to have something you wanted visibly on their person.

If he finds out you lied to him on something, he'll get pouty and grumpy. It's not pleasant, but it's better than the rage reaction of some yanderes.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

His life revolves around you, and yours should revolve around him. That's how mates are. You can go for walks in the woods! You can take naps in the sun together! You can spend literal hours mating! Why would you need anything else?

That being said, he's always had a uniqueness from the wolves in that he's awake more - wolves sleep about 14 hours a day, him only about 8 or 9. You'll definitely be getting a lot more sleep than you would back home, but you'll have a few precious hours to yourselves. It makes him happy - it used to be time he spent all alone, a reminder of how he didn't truly fit in with humans nor wolves. But now, you have that time together! He's willing to do most anything you want, so long as you're together. He's always had some adaptative differences he practices by himself - making fires, cooking food on them, wearing clothes. If you want to go exploring, you can do that, if you want to make food, you can do that too. He'll even accommodate you if you want to do useless things, like your insistence on teaching him to read, or practicing his speech.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

It's fairly simple. Don't leave. That's really the one big one.

He's actually not one to make a rule against fighting him - he'll see it as you wanting to play fight, wrestling, which wolves do all the time. It's fun, even if it's easy for him to win. And it's exciting when you fight back, in a weird way.

Don't make contact with other humans, if you see them. Oh, and he'll want you to report to him everything you did or saw while he was gone hunting.

Generally, if he gives you a command, which isn't too much, he expects you to follow it. In his mind, he's the male, he's supposed to tell you what to do. Isn't that how it usually works with humans too?

If you're too disobedient, he'll get grumpy. Honestly, his most likely form of dealing with it is to wrestle you to the ground, and essentially hold you down until you comply or agree to whatever he wants.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Rip.

But seriously. No, they're not going to last. He's one of the more paranoid ones, because deep down he's aware of how little he understands. For all he knows, every human male that talks to you could be doing what you call "flirting." Hell, didn't some girls like other girls too? How does he know which ones do and which ones don't? That means everyone is a threat, and he can't let threats get in the way.

He's not one of the ones to be subtle or try to hide it from you. He will probably try a little bit if he knows it's one of your family or friends whose blood is soaking his clothes when he comes back to you, but if it's random, he might even be proud. Look at that, he took down a whole search party that came looking for you all by himself! It's proof of his strength and dominance, and you should be happy that you have a strong mate to protect you! And he doesn't really empathize well - if you're upset, he will explain exactly that to you, and insist you change how you see things. Humans are so strange, being upset that your mate is able to protect you. You'll see why it's a good thing eventually, he's sure.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He gets frustrated pretty easily. It's usually just a lack of understanding, in his mind, you're being unnecessarily difficult almost all the time. He has told you a million times he doesn't care about whatever is normal for humans, yet you continuously bring it up, and that's a bit irritating. He'll huff and sigh and clamp a hand over your mouth if you're going on about it, and if you really refuse to shut up about it, there are a variety of ways of making you quiet - or distracting you from complaints.

He's got an immature streak, as he never really had anyone around to teach him otherwise. So he gets very pouty, a little bit aggressive and forceful when it comes to being upset over something or getting his way. If he wants attention and you're not giving it to him, he won't hesitate to just take whatever you're holding and focused on of your hands and toss it to the side.

On the positive side, he's never going to be passive aggressive. He's always straightforward and has no hesitation to tell you exactly how he's feeling.

If he's genuinely, truly furious, he can get violent. He'll probably apologize and definitely feel bad, licking all the little wounds. He wouldn't try to do anything so bad as bone breaking or severely hurting you, but might accidentally lose control of his own strength.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

More or less an equal. Not much to say here, as, to be honest, that sort of thing hasn't really crossed his mind. He doesn't waste time with thoughts of relative value, he just knows he loves you and wants you.

Subconsciously, it would be slightly below. Due to a very natural upbringing, he automatically associates males as being the leaders and alphas, while females are... Well, puppy-making machines. Don't try to accuse him of any sort of sexism or anything - he can't even really wrap his head around the concept, much less understand why it's wrong to acknowledge how much weaker you are than him. If you need proof of that, he can easily wrestle with you and prove it.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Pretty highly determined. He mistakes a lot of things as signs of love, though. You might be only complying out of fear or exhaustion, but he won't be able to tell, he's not good with facial expressions, so he thinks it's a sign you're accepting him.

Honestly, he's one of the ones that, albeit unintentionally, will kind of guilt you into acceptance. You inevitably feel bad for him, you can tell how lonely he really is, and how desperately he loves you, wants you to love him. His intentions aren't malicious, and it's actually difficult to truly resent him, unlike some yanderes. Ironically, it reaches a point where rejecting him sometimes really does feel like kicking a sad little stray puppy in the rain - it makes you feel awful when he gets sad and quiet.

While there are a lot of yanderes who would be a lot more earnest and striving to serve and please you, which he doesn't really do, he's probably one of the most patient yanderes when it comes to this. He doesn't care if it takes the rest of your lives. He'll never give up or just settle for having you with him, he'll be loving you and trying to be reassured of your love till the day he dies, if that's what it takes.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Primarily, it's hard to emphasize how significantly his lack of human socialization impacts his yandere behaviors.

Most yanderes are forced to acknowledge the inherent wrongness of their actions - some will accept it and not care that it's wrong, some sadists enjoy knowing it's wrong, some will delude themselves into justifying it, some will try their best to act within moral boundaries or make up for their wrongness somehow. But all in all, they all have to face the reality of the situation and understand that what they're doing is considered wrong.

Razor's not like that. He doesn't really take the moral aspect into consideration. To him, the whole idea is simply a human thing entirely. It doesn't matter what humans do. He views the world in a very black and white sense. Morality is a more abstract concept, what's more important is how things are relative to himself - what he wants.

Tends to communicate in strange ways. Excess emotions, too much happiness or anger or whatever can make him forget his words, so there's a lot of subtle communication through grunts, whimpers, growls. Over time, you learn how to distinguish between the various noises and body language and what they mean.

Will lick you. It's weird. It's kinda gross. But it's just how he shows affection. He tends to get carried away with kisses, ending up lapping at your lips, licking your neck and collarbones, nuzzling his head into you.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Scientifically speaking, male sex drive is heavily boosted by testosterone. Testosterone can be greatly increased by heavy physical activity, eating high amounts of meat, sun exposure, and is even directly correlated to spending large amounts of time outdoors. 

You see where this is going.

Very high drive, very touchy, and no reservations, no shame. Thank whatever deity you care to recognize in Tevyat that you're isolated from other people out in the woods, because he has no concept of norms or appropriateness, and trying to get him to understand is a fruitless effort. You're wasting your time trying to explain the idea that groping and touching out of the blue is considered rude, or that most human men take issue with being very visibly, very noticeably hard and would likely try to conceal it, not just sit there with the blatant bulge poking forward... His response will only be that you're far away from humans, so it shouldn't matter. He's just trying to show you he loves you, that's why he insists on grinding into you all the time, staring at your body, humping you when you're curled up together quite ironically like a horny dog.

Unfortunately, he basically just does not know how to be gentle or slow about it. He can start off trying to be slow and soft if you beg for it, but once you're actually laying there and he's in you, he gets caught up in instinct and the heat of the moment, and just kinda... forgets about that whole "slow and gentle" thing, opting to just rut you as hard and fast as possible.

He doesn't talk much during sex. He already has some trouble forming sentences in normal times, you can't expect him to when he's fucking. You won't get a lot of words besides the occasional, "good, feels good," or little commands, but you will get a lot of animalistic noises - possessive growls, little whines of pleasure. He doesn't have any sense to hold back on his noises.

He's also the least likely to care about things like shaving, periods, or imperfections. Which is good, but you also can't use those things as an excuse to not fuck, it'll go in one ear and out the other.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

It's not so much an intentional disregard for your willingness, so much as a combo of not really considering it, and thinking it's just something you'll change on. If he's human, and he has the urge, that means surely you do too. Sometimes humans need emotional connections before they want to mate, right? So he just needs to express his love to you. The looping problem there is that fucking you is pretty much his primary way of expressing love. It'll work out in the end, he guesses.

His limited knowledge of humanity also will lead him to certain conclusions. From what he understands, human society often shames females for having sex and wanting sex, right? That's dumb. But their mentality is probably ingrained in your brain, isn't it? That's why you act like this. But don't worry, he's not like the human men. Wolves don't feel that way. You'll understand that with time.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Biting/Scratching/Marking

It's a natural reaction to him. If he's balls deep in you, mounted on and pounding into your body, thrusting so hard that your body is lurching forward with every movement, he wants a way to hold you still, keep your body in place so that each pounding goes deeper and harder. It's second nature for him to just sink his teeth into your jugular, your neck, your shoulders. As an added bonus, he likes seeing the marks it leaves behind, in addition to how his fingernails that dig into your hips leave little indents in your skin.

Breeding

He doesn't know how to not cum in you. You can't honestly expect him to pull out of you, you're so warm and wet and soft, it would be torture not to reach a climax buried inside that tight heat. You can go on a rant about not wanting to get pregnant, but it'll go in one ear and out the other. He doesn't get it - you're supposed to want to have his pups. Do you not think he's a suitable mate for reproducing? You'll be halfway through explaining why kids aren't in your current agenda before being flipped over and pounded into yet again with his newfound determination to prove his strength and dominance to you. Once you understand that, surely, you'll want all the puppies you can possibly make.

Predator/Prey

This applies mostly to escape attempts. He'll be mad, but it triggers something in him, something instilled by years of hunting down poor little prey animals. The desire to hunt you down, find you, and ruin you. Instead of ripping you apart like he would boars, he can't think of anything but just fucking you up against the nearest tree, the ground, anything. The faster you run, the more afraid you are, the more exciting it is. It's a very primal urge, one that commands all sorts of predators, both in feeding and breeding.

Forced Orgasms

As with many human things, he makes certain discoveries with time about sex. The first time you fuck, it'll probably be too rough for you to really cum, but it'll only be a few days in before your body adjusts to the girth that's frequently inside of you, and you end up spasming all over him - and he's just got this shocked expression, watching with amazement when you clench down and quiver under him. Wait, you mean human females can orgasm too? Not just the men?

From that point forward, he's determined to fuck, lick, grind, and force every orgasm out of you as physically possible. It makes him feel a weird sort of pride and contentment. It's one of the few things that makes him a big smug. Even if you feel like you can't possibly cum any more, he'll try anyway.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

It's your purpose! He has learned that human girls only have one baby at a time, sometimes two, which is nothing compared to how many pups wolves usually have in one litter. That means that you'll have to make up for the lack of quantity of pups with quantity of pregnancies, which means constantly breeding and breeding and making sure every last drop stays inside of you. He doesn't understand why humans would even want to prevent pregnancy, it's the best thing that can happen, it's the whole reason you're alive, and it's a sign that you're his. Like with most things, he knows eventually you'll come around. Once you actually have the pups there in front of you, you'll love it. He knows you will.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He's a little lacking on the thought process behind punishing. If he's mad, it tends to cloud his thoughts, reverting to a more animalistic state, and he's not gonna have the complex thoughts required to really think through punishment, so it's not gonna be anything complex.

Doesn't really matter, if he's mad, just fucking you is going to feel like a punishment, with him slamming you into the ground, a tree, any rough surface nearby and just rutting you, claw-like fingernails digging into your skin and teeth sinking into your shoulder to hold you in place, a hand clasped around your throat. Fucking is basically the primary outlet he chooses for his emotions, happiness, love, stress, and anger alike, a simple, primal form of expression. If he's mad, he just needs to take it out on something, release all of that force and energy into rough, brutal motions. Normally when he's angry, he'll go hunt down some animal, taking all that anger out on the kill. But, recently he's learned he actually quite prefers to release his anger this way. It's more satisfying and enjoyable, and it deters you from stepping out of line, too. It's not just your average slightly rough fucking, no, it's the kind of fucking that will genuinely hurt you, rutting you over and over until your insides are burning from friction, your walls and cervix so completely bruised and abused you'll feel the  throbbing soreness with every movement for days, hands leaving massive bruises all across your hips and shoulders. Not that that's any excuse to not fuck more, no, no soreness will get you out of normal daily routine.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

He has a thing for breasts. They're very unique to humans, it's something he hasn't had the opportunity to see or understand, and he'll spend a lot of time just burying his face in them, licking and sucking. Big or small, doesn't matter. He just likes them.

One more nasty HC i can't not talk about

wait, you mean humans have sex... Facing each other? There are positions other than doggy? It's all he's ever seen. Porn and the internet don't exactly exist in this world. The whole concept blows his mind. He can fuck you AND see your face while he does? He'll nearly faint right then and there, and you'll regret bringing it up once you've gone numb from the repetitive pounding. He'll start asking you what else exists out there, his brain will start thinking of all the different ways to fuck he's never thought about. Once he learns you can ride him, he's in heaven, even if it's not so much riding so much as you sitting on his cock and him bouncing you up and down with such ferocity you can't even move your legs.

Speaking of things he doesn't know about, if you're smart, you make sure he doesn't find out about blowjobs. He'll love it, and it won't be a blowjob so much as him literally fucking your throat, grabbing your head and hair and just wrecking your mouth.

None of it is him trying to hurt you, really. He just doesn't understand how to be gentle. He might get better with time, but he's got a predator-born ferocity, a primal roughness that will always be a part of his nature.

(yes i did research on wolf courtship/mating rituals for this bc i suffer for my art)