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homunculusgirldick · 1 year

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Kimetsu no yaiba stuff?

I just, got into thinking about kimetsu and the weird feelingd i have towards it. So i am gonna ramble a little.

So essentially, i thunk kimetsu no yaiba is a little bit... sexist? And i have thoughts about that. Because the show is frankly a lot better than older shonen and it is infact, not bad at all, like, i dont know if i would call it "problematic" at all.

Like, most of what it does in fine, and even the tropes it uses are very mild. Its not even something that feels complaint worthy, but i find it almost facinating to think about, as i have gotten into analizing more the stories i consume. Kimetsu feels like a story plagued by little "biases", wich in a way, all stories have, but i just personally find it very interesting.

The way i would put it, the shows feels like a very good version of a very anticuated style, it is a very simple shonen with a couple of interesting ideas and blessed visuals. But in that basic shonen way, you really can feel the tropes, the sort of mentality behind them.

Ok to the actual topic; the female characters. They are not bad, i guess they are as deep as anyone else and some i even like, (like a good shonen they are few of them).

There are three women amongst the big powerful heroes and villains in the story.

On the heroes side, there are the pillars, each with an elemental power:

Water

fire

sound

mist

Sound

Wind

Snake

LOVE

BUTTERFLIES (insects)

WICH ONES DO YOU THINK ARE THE TWO GIRLS???

Like, the only women are love and butterflies??? And they are not... bad characters, again, they are kinda like every one else, but with such theming from the get go its hard to not side eye a little bit. And yeah, even if the way each one is written is okay the type of writting who gave them the love and butterflies powers follows them constantly, to the point that, despite liking them i cannot take my eyes off the tropes.

Because in a vacum, they are pretty cool, i honestly do like shinobu's (butterfly) story, her whole thing about hidding a deep anger, behind s forced gentleness. I think she is cool and she looks cool and has cool powers. But i cannot ignore that she is the doctor butterfly girl who uses poison because she is too weak to chop heads off. Specially is there is no other ones. Because when the only other woman is a big boobs love obsesed pink haired girl with the power of LOVE, its hard not to notice a patern.

Again, i am not even against their characters, tropes and all existing but is the pattern that pretty much all the female character share that annoys me.

And yeah, all of the women have at least a couple of weird tropes and roles that kinda prevent me from fully enjoying them.

Like, Kanao's deeply traumathic life resulting in stunted emotions being fixed by falling in love??? Tanjiro kinda shows up and the place with the ladies and solves their problems.

Daki, the only woman in the upper moons and she is the lowest rank, and guess what, she ISNT the lowest rank, cause the actual lower rank is her badass older brother that protects her cause she is just a weak cry baby.

And the thing is, like i said before, i dont hate the characters, or their tropes, and i am find with them in a vacum, is frankly not a big deal and is miles better that a lot of other shonen. Is just that, with this series in particular, i can almost feel the old outdated tropes clinging to the characters and dragging then down. Like if with a few changes, or simply more female characters in less tropey roles, i would not mind at all.

I guesd i am just annoyed at the pillars. It feels like a PARODY. I want a female wind or rock or fire pillar goddammit! Or how about a dude themed around love? Do better.

I guess the other funny thing is that, nezuko is in contrast so much better? Like, she falls into a damicel in distress at times and its not perfect, but she turns big and buff and evil. Her powers and rol specially in more resent fights are a lot less tainted by basic ass tropes, she is remarcably phisically strong, she is cool.

But it is her existance what in a way shines a light in the weirdness of characters like Daki. They are both powerful demons, i mean there was nothing preventing gyutaro or some of the other upper moons from being women? Or Daki could have been the actual powerhouse.

Tho that is also just a trope that annoys me, because if characters can be superhumanly strong, then being a man of a woman doesn't matter! They cut stone with elemental magic sword fighting and enhance their bodies with mistical breathing techniques, why are there no girls.

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #stuff i write while on meds #i dont even know i just was in a mood #demon slayer spoilers

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gamebunny-advance · 2 years

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The NSR Civilian AU

A little while back, I made an idea of the NSR Civilians AU. So I decide to update it a bit. So here's some new and improved things about it! I'm going by Character-Role. So here we go!

Mia-Mayday

Leader of the Indie Rock Duo, Bunk Bed Junction.

Is a bit more brave but still jumpy.

Plays the Guitar.

Joey-Zuke

I originally thought that Gigi would take Zuke's role. But this is more suitable.

Plays the Drums.

DJ Zam-DJ SS

Charter of the Nimbasa District (Yes I named it after Nimbasa City)

Genre is Future Funk/Speedcore

Kayane-Sayu

Charter of the Yarakashi District (Named after the term of obsesive fans.)

Controlled by 4 kids. Those being Yiruk (taking Remi's role.), Chef Sunshine (taking Tila's role.), Dash (taking Dodo's role.), and Zed (taking Sofa's role.)

Genre is J-Pop/Synth

Daphne-Yinu

Charter of the Deepsea District (Named after the Vocaloid Song, Shinkai City Underground).

A teenage Flautist.

Has a very overprotective brother.

Genre is Classical/Plunderphonics

Robot-1010

Charters of the Edge Cut District.

Manager is Captain T.

Despite having the most simple designs. They have a large fanbase.

Celine-Eve

Charter of the Melayu Baju District (Named after the Baju Melayu fashion of Malaysia.)

Calls herself Venus.

Used to date Gigi.

Barbara-Tatiana

CEO of NSR.

Gigi-DK West

This role suits him much better than Zuke.

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Ah, it's so much nicer having all of this in one big post~ But, tbh I don't remember the original submissions that well, but I do like what's here for the most part!

I dunno if you're asking for feedback or just wanted me to see the updated list, but I'll give my thoughts all the same because when have I ever done differently?

Putting a readmore 'cause it's a long response to an already long post, and might not be what you're looking for anyway.

I like a lot of the district name references! I almost forgot that Shinkai City Underground was a song I liked XP.

I can't really speak for any of the cultural references being appropriate or not, but I want to at least mention that I think it's a little odd to use such a "negative" term for Kayane's district. Even if it works ironically, contextually, it's a little weird for anyone to want to name a place, "Excessively Rude Fans" ya know? If there was more wordplay involved, then I could get behind it, but as it is, that one is particularly immersion breaking if you know/look up the meaning of that word.

Other than those couple of nitpicks, I am interested in hearing a little more about the depths of the swaps though, like how personalities and motivations have changed due to the swap.

For example, you've said that Kayane is still controlled by "kids" even though 3 out of 4 of the swaps are with adults, so I'm curious if you've aged them all down or if the whole dynamic has changed.

Joey and Gigi not being related would change a LOT about that conflict, since Zuke and DK West's story is *about* their relationship as siblings. Siblings quarreling and friends/rivals quarreling are just two different things. It's not necessarily better or worse, it's just different, and I'm curious to learn how it's different.

Ya don't have a Kliff swap on either side. I know that Kliff himself is *technically* a citizen too, but I actually find it kind of weird that he didn't take one of the artist roles since he's a very prominent citizen, but I'm obviously biased XP.

But regardless of my biases, his role in the story is pivotal: he's the true antagonist of the entire story. Even if Kliff doesn't take one of the main swaps, someone HAS to swap with him if you wanna retell the entire NSR story, otherwise the entire final act is going to be totally different. And different is fine, but it seems like every other original conflict is mostly intact, so I'm wondering who you're gonna put in conflict with Barbara, if anybody. Since most of the artist positions have already been swapped (unless ya wanna swap him and Mystery Man, which could be interesting), he'd have to be another citizen swap. There are more citizens than there are artists, so this was bound to happen, I suppose.

In short, I probably said this last time, but I like some of the ideas you've got, but I just don't have enough to sink my teeth into to have any real opinions on it. Aside from my nitpicks, there just isn't enough for me to say that it's good or bad. You've got me curious, but I'm not invested just yet. I do hope that this AU will develop into something more substantial, so I can have some actual feelings about it besides, "Is there more?"

#submission #nsr #no straight roads #civilian au #long post #i dunno how tumblr is gonna process this post #i've never gotten an ask/submission in this format before #i dunno if you're holding back or if this is really all you've got even after all this time #but tumblr has given you the power to write whole posts on anon now #so it seems anyway #so if you've got more to say about anything i'd be willing to read it #but y'all know how critical i can be so just say if it's something you want to share or something you want feedback on #because my default is to give feedback #but then again if you're just here to share then you can post about it on your own blog XP #i don't give empty praise. not to friends and certainly not to strangers.#y'all should know this by now

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le-velo-pour-dru · 7 months

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YOO I HAD THE PETE AND GABE CHARMS BUT I LOST THEM (i carried them around in my pockets obsesively it was a bit of a problem) IVE BEEN MEANING 2 REORDER THEM AS WELL AS BILVY AND TRAVIE AND DALLON…………

WHAT 😭 NOOOOOOOO THAT IS SO TRAGIIIIIIIIIIC- 💔 I hope you can reorder them cause that's such an unfortunate thing to have happened! I can't speak for the Travie one, but I am reeeeeeeeally really happy with the Bilvy and Dallon ones, they're very cute hehe ^_^ ❤️

#dru speaks #i think you should totally order more charms if you can afford it! :] ❤️#they're so awesome i love them hehe ^_^ ❤️#hoping you can reunite with pete and gabe someday 🫡❤️#asks #lifealteringtimesandwich

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chaos-caffeinated · 4 years

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Emotions can help you remember (1/3) (Sebastian x Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone, it’s chaos here with a new story on this shared blog- who knew right? Well, I thought, okay maybe I got and obsesed over a character I thought I had cycled in 2013/4, but no. This is my contribution to Black Butler, finally after being updated in the manga. I hope you enjoy this piece just as much as I enjoyed it.

Not requested

Rated: NSFT / 18+

A/N: I am a fucking sucker for plot, so this will be like a 2-parter, maybe 3-parter over 10,000+ words before even getting remotely close to the smut....ayayayay, this is what happens when you have too much time.

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“Now then, again.” his voice was the richest, smoothest voice with the right amount of sulk into it instructed you to repeat the french phrase in front of you.

You were currently taking French lessons from Sebastian as you stayed over with Lord Phantomhive for a couple of days. You were being used as a decoy to the case of the missing noble girls. You were the daughter of a merchant, more of an intern for Nina Hopkins. She constantly admired your body, your face, your complexion- everything about you was perfect and she was to use you like the perfect model “you were meant to be”. However, when the door to the shop opened and walked in a short, well-dressed teenager with grayish hair with an eye-patch over his right eye with a man walking behind him; black-clad, black hair, pale, white skin, those crimson eyes, and those lips of his that enticed you the moment your eyes landed on him, you sensed something non-well.

You were organizing the fabric that was sent, until you heard the ring, you turned slightly to greet the costumers, “Hello, welcome to Hopkins’ Tailor Shop.” You smiled warmly at the costumers. When Nina appeared from the next room, she expressed her excitement, admiring the physique he was in, “The earl as beautiful as always.” She dramatically placed the back of her hand on her forehead, “Of course it’s only the few people here in England with such magnificent body! I am truly blessed with these canvases!~”

You noticed the earl’s lip twitch, but maintaining his cool so that he wouldn’t offend her. As you tilted your head in an observing state -the man behind noticing this- he cleared his throat softly to regain the focus, reading from a small notebook he withdrew from his pocket, “Miss Hopkins, we are here today so you would tailor a few suits for the young master regarding an upcoming meeting with the Lord of Visdral.” the man explained, assuming he was the butler by the mannerisms as well as the language he spoke, “This meetings is regarding about discussing further achievements that could aid in Funtom’s Company be located in the Northern European countries.”

You listened, and like Nina taught you- you thought. You knew very little, but barely enough to rack up a few ideas, but the mistress of the Tailor will always be ahead of her game. However, she turned around, her eyes on you, ”(Y/N)! Let’s test your abilities, of course I have many -and I mean many choices!- but if you want to fully work here, I need to trust your instincts, let’s work on the suits for him- shall we?” and she proceeded to unbutton her skirt, revealing her well-known outfits that permitted the ease to manuever as well as the activity that she is allowed to.

You smiled, sat the fabrics you held in your arms on the counter and nodded, “Yes, Madam!” You grinned with confidence.

The butler glanced at your expressions every chance he could and you noticed it. Nina had provided a wooden divider to give you the privacy needed to create the suits,knowing it was your first real opportunity to tailor for someone. The pressure was on, especially when he started making his way to you. Sometimes your eyes wanted to see him, you wanted to look at him once more, but you had to maintain focus. So, when you heard the heels stop at a distance, you were legitimally surprised to hear his voice, “If I may ask, how is it going along?” He asked in a sweet manner, “I assume the suit is coming well if Miss Hopkins is entrusting your inquiries.” He smiled politely as he remained still.

You had to turn your back as you focused on a piece to avoid him from noticing the red tint across your cheeks, “It is going well I suppose. And as for the inquiry, I’m sure Madam just wanted me to test my skills as I haven’t gotten the opportunity to do so.” You added, also justifying your actions.

Still smiling, the butler commented, “My lady, I assure any suit you create will be much better than the controversy Miss Hopkins creates-”

“I heard that, you old-fashion geez!” Bickered Nina as she sneered towards him, “Your old-fashions have no rights to be here, and my dear (Y/N) will be better than me in means of creating the most beautiful, and trendiest outfits in the United Kingdom. Sweetie, don’t listen to this senile.” Nina insulted the butler with every sense of herself.

The man looked physically attacked and turned to argue with your madam. You had to hold in the laughter, forcing yourself back to your creation when you noticed even the earl slightly irritated, almost like this was the 100th time he has seen them bickering and he did not want to be apart of this ordeal. That alone gave you the slight confidence needed to present your suit to him.

While Nina successfully managed to get under the butler’s nerves, you announced, “Earl of phanatomhive, Madam, I have finished.” You smiled, pushing your chest slightly with confidence in your suit.

Getting the attention of all three, the earl stood up with a sigh of relief, “Finally, for once I’d like to hear someone else. Sebastian.” He called out, the butler responding by standing next to him while remaining behind. His crimson red eyes maintained his attention while Nina stood the other side of the earl, “Alright, (Y/N), show us what you have.” She grinned with pride, hoping that you would surpass her, though her standards were extremely high.

Folding up the divider, the suit was displayed to the three. It was a black suit with mutliple white highlights at the cuffs, even the rims held a golden thread, minimally used at the areas. The suit was longer with slimness in the middle, adding emphasis to his waist, the cloth underneathh the suit were white cloth that seemed perfectly cut, mimicking feathers. There was a minimal bustle added that pushed the cloth to resemble the feathers underneath.

Now feeling nervous, feeling a breeze that could be able to sweep you from the shop to the void, you gulped some salive, let out a small breath and began to explain, “Though this suit is exactly nothing under Madam’s standards, I thought it was appropiate for the meeting. I am aware that the meeting is a casual, business one, with potential deal, so I considered the nobles in the Northern European countries. However, I remember looking over some pictures with Madam, how noblemen and women avoid presenting themselves in the standing...she was disappointed, so with that information I acquired, I believe this suit is subtle enough, yet rightfully suitable to appear in a business meeting.” Now you got closer to feel the fabric between your fingers, following the highlights, “Simple colors such as blue, red, green, etcetera mean countless of symbolic meanings, so using these shades instead would be much more efficnet to emit not only a reaction, but to introduce yourself without saying so.” You glanced across your audience.

Madam was ready to cut the whole thing off, her expression was not only shocking, but her eyebrows were furrowed in a confused expression. The earl, however, looked as if he was interested, listening attentively with his left hand resting on the cane and his right forefinger and thumb carressing his chin. The butler, or Sebastian, stood still with the politness he presented. Out of all of them, he seemed to be genuinely interested in your piece and your explanation. So, you continued.

Your feet fidgeting slightly, your rolled your shoulders slightly and proceeded, “The shade of black is very known to be symbolized as not only death, struggle, evil: the color is highly interpreted into meanings that represent despair and anything that is beyond good to be avoided. However, the color black also symbolizes mystery, no one knows who you are, and it is always hard to look beyond the color black. When you are to meet with the Lord of Visdral, you are not only introducing yourself as a business partner, but as any being you want to intriduce yourself as. Respect will get you anywhere, not everywhere- but anywhere, so this suit is also a respect of showing your being to someone else. Moving onto the final shade, white, my lord, could you perhaps tell me how you see white?...” You asked timidly, but when glancing at Sebastian, he must’ve noticed your shyness and he raised his own chest slightly and lifted his chin up a bit as well. Subconsciously, you rose your chest a bit and lifted your chin a bit as well.

Looking back at the earl, he simply smirked, “The color white is known by many places...purity, innocence, goodness...” and you may have noticed a slight hesitancy on his part, “and virginity.” he stood with pride.

Smiling and nodding in agreement, you praised him, “Right my lord, people do associate this bright shade as such, but going back to interpretations, this shade does not represent as such, in your case, it can mean a successful beginning for the Funtom Company.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen slightly in interest, his smirk widening as he glanced down at his young master who was also surprised at the response. He noticed his smile widening slightly and taking a gulp.

“...Do take me as impressed, Miss...?” The earl tilted his head slightly, his ear more noticeable to hear your name, and you responded.

“(L/N), my lord.”

“Miss (L/N), you did a pleasant job in such craftmanship and your meaning behind it was impeccable.” He stepped forward towards the suit, you responding by stepping aside. You tilted your head forward out of respect and couldn’t see what he was doing.

Sebastian watched you with an immense stare, his interest was piqued, “Miss. Hopkins, I do believe you have a wonderful intern, capturing my young master’s attention with such a beautiful piece no less. I didn’t think you would capture my kind of fashion.” He smirked mockingly towards, seeing her glare at him.

You blushed at his words, slightly facing away to avoid eye contact.

Nina fumed at his comment, “Your fashions are senile just like you, she didn’t do it for you- she did it for the young master!”

“You are right in many things, Miss (Y/N).” The earl complimented, taking the white cloth between his fingers as he glanced at you, “The mystery in me, the symbolisms- why, you could’ve fooled me if you were a undercover intern for Miss. Hopkins when you are a noble yourself.”

You bowed slightly, “Thank you my lord for such compliments, but I assure you that I was just blessed to have found the people along my life to give me this knowledge.”

“Blessed, hm?...then I am very much grateful, though for such a small meeting such as this one you made a very thought out piece- do excuse me.” The earl turned, “Nina, would you show me the suits you made?”

Oh, so it was just an excuse to stop them from bickering like they had before, you smiled in an amused way that when you watched him walk with the madam, you failed to notice Sebastian make his way to your side, “I do believe I was very rude to not introduce myself, for that I aplogize deeply.” His sulky voice interuppted your thoughts, surprising you nonetheless. Seeing him bow, you waved your hands lightly, “Nonono- it’s completely alright, I was working on it, it was me who should’ve apologized instead. I neglected your presence over something like a suit..”

“But a suit you made as exquisite should be recognized, Miss. (L/N). I am Sebastian Michaelis, head butler of the Phantomhive Manor.” he smiled with his eyes closed, before he revealed the crimson eyes that intrigued you, “It’s not hard to believe that a lady such as a yourself would be working under someone like Nina Hopkins, someone known for her controversies in styles, you not only piqued my interest, but my master as well, not many are succesful.”

You smiled, even intertwining your fingers in front of you, “Thank you so much Sebastian, but it is because of Miss. Hopkins that I learned to do this. Simple, yet complex. And I also like to thank you as well for that tip you gave me when explaning the meaning behind it. Without the explanantion, I believe Madam would not have thought it was good enough to display without my reasoning.” You sighed softly in relieved, placing your hand on your sternum.

Sebastian’s lip curled slightly more to make a smirk, his eyes even widening slightly for a mere moment, “Well of course, a piece of clothing to have such intricate reasoning deserved to be heard. Which, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you even go to that convoluted explanantion?” He asked in a curious manner.

“Well, it’s an intuition really, the earl walks in and the same thought appears like any other costumer, ‘Who is he?’ “What piece of clothing would he be looking for?’ then...you walk in...” this time, when you mentioned him, he shifted slightly, his emotion remained, but his eyes told you something, “Oh?...Do tell Miss. (L/N), you managed to keep me on edge the entire time.” He smirked.

“Your whole entirety is black, Sebastian, you are the mystery that I am completely curious about you, so for a master like him- that mystery resides in himself as well. I meant it when I said about interpretations- it means anything and everything...including the white.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows quirked sligthly, taking that as another surprise on his part, “You are so much more that what you lead on, Miss. (L/N). So, I assume the white, with successful beginning is a reference to the mystery behind his right eye?” He propose which you blushed softly, smiling sheepishly, “A bit?...” You coward, only to hear a few tongue clicks from him, “Miss. (L/N), staring is very rude.” His teasing made you blush even further, and for a moment, for a single moment...

You understood how Nina Hopkins felt, and how she rose to despise him.

You nodded, slowly, your lips pursed but not in anger. You weren’t angry, you saw the interaction between Madam and Sebastian- you know he can say things that can cause her to lash and get a chuckle in. And it’s not his fault too, she also started something to piss him off.

“I wasn’t staring, Sebastian...it’s my job to assist Madam, observe the client for potential ideas and offer them if asked.” You raised your chest and lifted your chin.

On the inside, Sebastian felt completely intrigued, his interest for you had increased and he wndered if it would be worth the while since he was under contract with Ciel. The way you bit back had him hoping to return with him for the slight entertainment, and knowing you can be like this meant he can continue, “So you did just that, and even risked your Madam by possibly offending the young master?”

Now you looked confused, “My word, Mr. Michaelis, to assist the Madam is to perform at her level, if not different to satisfy the client’s wishes by reading their behavior. The earl could have stopped his head butler from a dispute with a highly-respected tailored woman, but he remained quiet and irritated. Therefore, he is conservative, knowing full well of your relationship with her and still letting it slide. Smart nobleman, for someone who is younger than all the noblemen in England, he doesn’t waste time on small things like- so with that, Mr. Michaelis, I tried to emphasize it when others meet him: he is not just a child, he is a true nobleman.” and with that, you stepped forward, having to look at a higher angle to continue the eye contact, your chests nearly touching.

If Sebastian could somehow turned the lady in front of him into a kitten with a simple collar, he wouold just as easily do it. He almost -almost- got a tingle from how this human lady owned him with just words. Now he hoped more often to see her, to challenge her, to talk to her, just everything.

“I apologize, Miss. (L/N), you were right. It’s important to read a client. But, my lady, I warn you if you read someone too much, you might regret it later.” He smirked, and when he was called, he stepped back and bowed slightly before walkign to his master to assist him in picking up the suits he decided on.

He included the suit you made, of course, and the earl walked up to you, “Miss. (L/N), thank you again, your first time making a tailored suit is simply wonderful. it won’t be long before I return for another one.”

You thanked him, watched him leave only for your eyes to travel back to Sebastian who caught you, smirking softly “Until next time, Miss. (L/N).” before entering after his master in the carriage

And sure enough, after a few weeks, they would be returning to the shop, not for suits, but for you.

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2nd PART: https://chaos-caffeinated.tumblr.com/post/624096941187481600/emotions-can-help-you-remember-part-2-sebastian

A/N: Holyyyyyyyyyy damn that was amazing- whooo is this what ectascy feel like because that was a rush. I did not want to rush it but holy damn did that feel good!!! I admit I ma not as good as interptreting and as capturing of the dynamic duo as I did not expect because this is really the first time I’m writing these two since my first cycle of fan-girling and I was just too damn excited not to write it out and practice. I’ll be posting the second chapter when I can, but please do not hesitate to leave comments, share, any criticism you have (I know that some fans can be hardcore to the strictness of writing the character exactly as descriptive, sooo...I like that, I like that shit, so do tell). Thank you all and good morning/afternoon/nioght/day/moment/secoond.

So it did feel a little rush towards the end because it did get too long for my liking for a SUPPOSED ONESHOT...but like I said, I a sucker for plot, so if you like plot- you are in the right place bb!

#sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #nsft #lemon #smut #black butler #kuroshitsuji #chaos #sebastian michaelis smut #sebastian michaelis nsft

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feiquacker · 3 years

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The gaang and singing y'all! UwU

Cs I am bored again and like singing

Aang: Can sing. Sing's like an angel. Sings a lot of airnormad songs. Can play a lot of airnormad instruments. Loves singing. Loves singing alone, infront of someone and in a group. Would sing randomly.

Suki: Absolut maniac when it comes to singing. Can sing nearly everything but doesn't like singing infront of a group. Very shy when it comes to singing infront of someone. Quietly singing along with their friends and knows a lot of Aang's songs. He thaught them. Can play a lot of instruments but can't read notes for dear life. Actually creates their own musik and lyrics and loves it.

Katara: Can sing and will sing. Amazing voice. You would think that someone else is singing cs of how hot her voice sounds but no. It's our Queen. Loves singing. Is actually the first one to hear Suki sing. Knows how to play an instrument or two but nothing more.

Zuko: Can't sing everything but is really god at high and low notes. Can beatbox like a pro. Can't play an instrument cs he was a bit too obsesed with his honor.

Azula: Yes. Absolutely queen. Sings really good actually. Has a very soft voice. Is a show off. Can hit every single note. Can play an instrument or two just learned it to impress her father who did not give a single f*ck

Mai: Really raspy and sexy voice. Can sing in front of people if she has to but doesn't normaly sing. Queen of rap. You can't prove me wrong. Mai is the queen of rap and she is rocking that shit like a superstar. Plays the drumms. She does.

Toph: Had to learn how to sing. Doesn't like singing alone and will only sing in a group. You will never catch her singing. But she enjoys listening to people and her friends sing. Knows how to play the flute and loves it. Will play it with no mistake. Suki made her sing once and fell in love with her voice. Sings Suki's songs cs she thinks they are fire and tbh they are. Warms up to Suki and Aang the fastest cs found siblings goals but one time when someone mocked one of Suki's songs and she was so pissed she sang that shit and rocked it. That's how everyone found out Suki wrote music and Toph could sing. After that she loves singing infront of people. Is still the most confortable infront of Suki and Aang but has no problem with singing infront of anyone else.

Sokka: Can sing infront of other people or in a group but when alone his voice leaves his body the second someone leaves. Can't play an instrument yet cs he was a bit too obsesed with protecting the village. Would have sick duets with Katara every Saturday night. They sing for hours non stop.

Ty Lee: Has a really cute voice. Sings very often just for fun. Ok no. She sings all the time just for fun. Doesn't know how to play an instrument.

Yue: Angel. Very soft voice. Can hit high notes. Singing is her hobby. Can play a lot of traditional watertribe instruments because what else should she do as the princess? Go save ther world? What? Naaaaaah.

Jet: Idk really. Can sing good and loves singing alone and infront of people but also likes singing with people. Sang for the freedom fighters. Knows how to play an instrument or two. Still learning how to rap. Beatboxing pro.

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scribbledghost · 3 years

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I'm 5 foot 6 and a size 8 to 10 depending on the brand and society has me feel ashamed and feel like I am obsese for having however many extra pounds (I dont weigh myself anymore so idk the number)

But like, I hate that beacuse I dont look any people who weigh a bit or even a lot more then me any worse. I constantly see people bigger then me and think "wow they look so good" without ever noticing they are far beacuse someones weight means nothing to me.

So it's so frustrating that society teaches us to fear getting fat for yourself. Like "oh you can like fat people but dont get fat " like thanks beauty industry, I now have a conflicting guilt about not judging fat people for their own weight but constantly being personally afraid of being fat cus you've trained me to be afraid of it

Darling, would you like to know a secret?

I'm 5 foot 5 and a size 18. Sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on the sizing. But it's mostly an 18 if we're talking about jeans. (not sure of dress size - I don't wear them often enough to know). I've been fat since I hit puberty at the age of like... 11-12. Regardless of what I eat, how much I eat, how much I exercise, etc. I have always been fat, and I always will be. I will never be society's definition of "thin", because my body naturally stays at a certain weight regardless of what I do.

I completely understand the way you feel. I don't weigh myself at home because I know I would become obsessed with the number. I see everyone else and only think about how beautiful and lovely they look, regardless of how much they appear to weigh. And yet sometimes I still look at myself in the mirror and pinch and squeeze the softer parts of myself as if I were wishing them to disappear.

I've fought and struggled to get to the point where I'm mostly indifferent towards my weight. If I lose weight, I lose weight. If I don't, I don't. It's fine. But even then it's hard sometimes, particularly when getting dressed. I can still hear my ex's voice in my head when I told him I feel more attractive with clothes on as opposed to without and he agreed with me.

And I completely 100% agree with you on the things society is teaching us. It's gotten to the point where the main message is "it's okay to find fat people attractive. Not yourself though" because then how would they air all these "body positive" commercials that generate good PR while also selling you all these home gym machines and diet pills?

#i rambled but anyway #i hear you and i see you anon #asked and answered #anon

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pynkhues · 3 years

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strawmari, watermelonriddles, and septiembre!

Thank yooouuuuu 😘 (Also this has once again reminded me how much I read fic on my phone where I am not logged in, so always end up leaving kudos as a guest. I’m slowly fixing that though! I am terrible!)

@xstrawmari

Call Me Up when You Miss Me! We had a few really interesting fics that embraced the lockdown during the pandemic, but this one’s my favourite. I love the way that it really leant into the timelessness of quarantine and the need for intimacy within that. It’s really lovely!

@emilykolburn

I loooove fics featuring injuries and particularly when they’re as full of snark as watermelonriddles’ Something Sweeter. The banter just hits the perfect balance and it just makes me smile so, so much.

@septiembur

Okay, SO, A Bit of a Stretch was written for a prompt I sent, but even if it wasn’t, I’d still be obsesed. Couples yoga! Established relationship! Banter! Intimacy! I just - - yessss. It ticks so many of my boxes and I love it.

Send me three authors, and I’ll tell you my favourite of their fics! If I haven’t read their work, I’ll commit to trying them out and leaving a comment!

#fic asks #fic recs #welcome to my ama #foxmagpie

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mollymarymarie · 4 years

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Hi! I became obsesed with your writting! XD it's 3:00 am tho so i'm going to finish to read them tomorrow, so u have recomendations? Also for the prompts, I'm a sucker for Sirius being all flirty and 'cool' but actually being a full softy bc of Remus, could u make Sirius steel a sweater from Remus and Remus reacting? (Obviously with your own and comfortable hcs) ♡

Ahhhhh thank you for this! This made me so soft 🥰

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“Moony, look,” Sirius prompted as Remus pulled himself out of bed amidst a chorus of soft groans and aching bones. With his eyes half-closed, he looked over to Sirius’ bed.

And immediately went still. Sirius was wearing Remus’ favorite sweater. The faded one with the elbow patches that used to be Gryffindor red with gold stripes but was now sort of a rust color because of how many times it had been stretched over Remus’ head, how many times it had been through the wash. Sirius was wearing it. Sirius was wearing it. With no trousers.

A breath slipped through Remus’ teeth as he calculated a response. He needed to recover from this quickly, to wipe the admiration from his face. He wasn’t ready to let Sirius know he was in love with him. Not yet. Not while Sirius was wearing his sweater.

How could he make this ratty piece of fabric look that good? The collar was all stretched out, but it displayed his taut collarbone. The sleeves were too long, but his fingertips stuck out in an adorable way, like a first year in their new robes. The waist was too long, but it hit right at his bare thighs, making his muscles look sharp and defined against the threadbare sweater.

“Very cute, Pads,” Remus corrected with a clearing of his throat, turning so that Sirius wouldn’t notice the blushing of his cheeks. It was an effort in vain.

“Moony, are you blushing?” Sirius asked in a suddenly sultry voice and Remus could hear the pounding of his feet on the hardwood as he stomped over to Remus’ bed.

“I am not blushing,” Remus argued, through his blushing. As Sirius tried twisting around Remus to get a good look at his face, Remus twisted right back, keeping him away from it.

“Oh, it’s too late, Moons,” he whispered, holding himself still at Remus’ back as he let his finger draw painfully slowly down Remus’ spine. “You’re pink all over. I love this color on you.”

A shiver rushed down Remus’ skin, despite how hard he tried to stifle it. This was why he was such a mess around Sirius. Because Sirius did this all the time. As he sat behind Remus in class, he would run his fingers through Remus’ curls. When Gryffindor won a game, Sirius would grab Remus by the face and kiss him hard on the cheek. Sometimes, he would whisper wildly suggestive things into Remus’ ear just to see him stiffen in response.

Sirius continued his teasing, but his voice was low and purposeful. “Does that mean you like the way I look in your sweater?” As he let his fingers brush over the indentations in the small of Remus’ back, Remus realized, quite sharply, he could tease Sirius right back.

James and Peter had gone off early to spy on the Slytherin Quidditch practice. He and Sirius were alone in the dorms. He could say things to Sirius that he might not say otherwise.

He tried it out. “I’d like the way you’d look without it a lot more,” Remus said, bravely lowering his tone of voice, finally turning to face Sirius without widening the distance between them. There was an immediate rise in Sirius’ brow, a curious tilt of Sirius’ head, a silent parting of his pale lips. And a surging red blush that splashed over his high-born cheekbones.

“Oh,” Sirius replied, momentarily stunned, until he saw the exaggerated, impudent expression on Remus’ face. At first, he rolled his eyes at how easily he’d walked into this set-up, but a mischievous glint returned to his expression. “Oh, Moony,” he growled, his bravado returned in full as he leapt from his place on the floor, wrapping his thighs around Remus’ hips and playfully biting at all the bare skin of Remus’ shoulder suddenly underneath his teeth.

With his hands around Sirius’ thighs to hold him up, Remus dissolved into laughter, his shoulder to his ear in an effort to keep Sirius’ ticklish lips from worsening his blush. But before he could even spiritedly admonish Sirius, before he could return Sirius to the floor, Sirius went still, resting his forehead to Remus’ shoulder and letting his cheek nuzzle gently to Remus’ throat.

He spoke, his low voice driving another shiver into Remus’ bones. “If it’s alright with you, Moony, maybe I can just … borrow your sweater for a bit. Just for today.”

Residual laughter trickled from Remus’ lips. “I don’t know why you’d want to, it’s falling apart at the seams, Sirius.” The breath that Sirius let out rolled down the back of Remus’ collar.

“It … it smells like you,” Sirius admitted softly. While Remus blushed again, there was decisiveness in his tone as he replied, tightening his hold on the boy in his arms.

“You can keep it as long as you like, Padfoot,” Remus replied, bracing for the caveat he was about to request. “As long as you let me hold you like this every now and then.”

The sound of a sudden breath rushed across Remus’ ear, the squeeze of Sirius’ arm increasing around his neck. “Say the magic words and I’ll think about it.”

Remus smirked. “Sirius?”

“Hmm?” Sirius acknowledged casually.

“Be my boyfriend.” He could feel Sirius smile from against his throat.

“It’s about damn time, Moony.”

#Wolfstar #Wolfstar fic #Wolfstar Requests #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Sirius wearing Remus' sweater #Marauders Era #SOOOOFFFTT #Remus x Sirius #Sirius x Remus

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trish-chan · 4 years

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i know this is random, but.. what di you think is/was the relationship between amane and tsukasa? like, we know the evil twin is pretty obsesed with his brother but, maybe they were like in the Perfect World arc? we know a few here and there about 60s amane, but so little about tsukasa. basically, we know he's psycho.

it's not random at all! so don't worry ^^ whenever i get asked about their relationship, i would always think about what we've seen in the chapters. in the Picture Perfect Arc, they seem so close. Amane just got embarrassed because his brother was glomping him in front of Nene xD but remember, this was a fake world. they pretended to be something they are not. this world was a perfect world for them. especially for Hanako. there, he could do the things he didn't get to do.

now we have some information about baby Amane and baby Tsukasa. they went to a festival together, even wore matching yukatas. and we could already see here how Tsukasa acts. maybe he just likes doing Katanuki

i like to think they have a close relationship as brothers when they were alive. i mean, they used to do things together!

i would like to talk about this scene a bit. i am fully aware of the theories about Tsukasa abusing Amane but we don't have enough proof to say this is true. Amane just acts this way whenever his sees his brother because he is guilty. he just wants to do his job as Honorable No. 7 and seeing his brother again? reminds him about the past. he doesn't like talking about himself. he doesn't want anyone else worrying about him. and it's true that we know so little about Tsukasa. 🤔 we could see how childish and violent Tsukasa is. sometimes i feel fear whenever he is in a chapter. i just hope we get more information in the future arcs!

#jshk theories #jshk spoilers #jibaku shounen hanako kun #trish answers #laulucarelli

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missmentelle · 5 years

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Hi Mismentelle, my problem is not that big but I think I am starting to need some help. Ever since found out about youtuber Jonna Jinton I’ve become obsesed with her life. If you don’t know whi she is, she’s a photographer and makes videos about living in rural Sweden. I have always felt stuck in the city, that’s why I started therapy two years ago, and I was going to move out but my therapist conviced me not to do it. Anywas, i can’t stop thinking all the time about how i wish i had her life.

This is a really interesting issue, and it’s one that we’re actually starting to see more and more of - you are definitely not alone with this situation.

The thing that makes modern Youtube and social media personalities different from “traditional” celebrities is that modern personalities are designed to be approachable and accessible, in a way that traditional celebrities are not. Traditional celebrities are meant to be somewhat mysterious objects of adoration that we look up to and keep on pedestals - they lead glamorous lives that we often know very little about. Paparazzi have to go to extreme lengths to give us the slightest glimpses of their new babies and secret weddings. Modern social personalities, on the other hand, readily invite us into their lives. They look directly into the camera and tell us all about their feelings, their insecurities, their darkest moments, their interpersonal dramas and their hopes and dreams. We watch them break up, fall in love, move, get new pets, have babies, deal with health issues and go through every other manner of life milestone. We watch them do silly and sometimes embarrassing things. They answer our questions, take requests, discuss things we send them, respond to comments, and weigh in on current events. And most importantly, they are always quick to tell us how much they love and appreciate us.

The problems occur when people who have difficulties with social interaction start to substitute online personalities for actual friends. It’s not hard to see why people do this - making friends can be difficult. Maintaining friendships can be difficult. Some people find social interaction more frustrating and humiliating than rewarding, and they will jump at the chance to get the benefits of social interaction without the risks of being hurt. And social media stars are perfect for that - they purposely present themselves as relateable, down-to-earth people who care about you very much. They make you feel like they’re really your friend; many will invite you to join their private SnapChat or Discord server, which feels much more intimate than just following them on YouTube, and many will give you the names and dates of events they are planning to attend and tell you to come “hang out” with them. YouTubers never make you feel like a burden - every week, they are back with a new video where they call you by a cutesy nickname and remind you just how grateful they are to have you listening. Even I have started to experience what it’s like being on the other end of this; I co-host a true-crime podcast that has started to boom in popularity, and as a result, I have had a huge increase in people I don’t know reaching out to my social media accounts for a personal chat. Many of them feel that they have a close friendship with me because they listen to me on their commute or during lunch every day, even though I don’t know the first thing about them. The relationship between content creators and their audiences isn’t anything we’ve seen before in human history, and for some people, obsession is a natural result. Social media stars also sell us on the idea that it’s possible to have a perfect, fantasy life. We know that the lifestyles of big celebrities like Ariana Grande and the Kardashians aren’t really obtainable - these are big-time celebrities with millions of fans and millions of dollars to their name. Social media stars, on the other hand, are here to show us that you can lead a picture-perfect life even as an unknown 19-year-old from Iowa. Social media stars carefully cultivate their online presence to create a very specific type of image - they put a lot of thought into how they want to appear to their audience, and even the most authentic-seeming personality is the result of a lot of planning and strategy. It is very easy to take social media stars at face value, however, and assume that they really do lead perfect lives filled with beautiful scenery, perfect friends, spotless housekeeping, effortless good looks, attractive partners, amazing meals and Sunday mornings spent sipping lattes and looking wistfully out of frosty windows into breathtaking winter scenes. When we’re unhappy with our own lives, actually identifying and addressing the root cause of our unhappiness is very difficult, and it doesn’t lead to the instant results that we want; it is much easier to simply look at a social media personality and decide “my life would be perfect if it was just like that”. There are a couple of big things that I think you need to consider if you’re trying to beat your obsession with a popular internet sensation. Namely:Remember that what you are seeing is not real. My brother and his girlfriend are both minor Instagram stars. They have sponsorship deals and make a bit of money modelling on the side. And on Instagram, their lives are absolutely perfect. They post high-saturation photos of themselves travelling the world, kissing under waterfalls and riding horses down tropical beaches into the sunset. People repost their pictures with captions like #goals and #couplegoals all the time. But in reality, their lives are a mess. The money they bring in from sponsorships barely covers the airfare for the exotic trips they have to keep going on to keep up the charade, and they fight constantly over money. The two of them will get in an enormous fight and threaten to break up, and then post a photo of themselves kissing in the rainforest two hours later, complete with sappy caption, in order to keep their views up. Their instagram careers essentially run their lives; they don’t really get to “enjoy” outings anymore, as they spend most of their time taking hundreds of photos to try to get the perfect shot. They have people envying them for how perfect and effortless their lives are, when in reality the whole thing is a big illusion. Social media is an illusion, and it’s important to remember that. No matter how authentic and real the object of your obsession may seem, and how incredible their life looks, you need to remember that what you are seeing has been planned, drafted, edited, and curated in order to cultivate a specific image. You are not seeing unfiltered reality. People who appear to lead dazzling, picture-perfect lives are still dealing with the same stresses and problems that you are: they still have relationship problems, mental health issues, loneliness, feelings of unfulfillment and doubt, financial worries, health issues, etc. Find the hole in your life that the social media star is currently filling. What is it that’s missing from your own life that makes obsession with a social media star so appealing? Are you having a hard time making friends? Are you struggling with your appearance and self-esteem? Are you feeling bored or stagnant in your career? Is there something specific stressing you out that you feel the need to escape from? What is making you feel “stuck” in your city? Cutting yourself off from the specific person you’re obsessed with is not going to fix the issue - it’s only a matter of time before you find something or someone else to obsess about. In order to address this issue, you really have to dig deep and figure out the roots of your unhappiness, so that you no longer need to escape into someone else’s life for fulfillment. That might mean asking hard questions and it might mean making some big changes, but you’ll be better for it in the long run.

Adjust your media diet and social media intake. I know that “just stop looking at her page so much” is hardly groundbreaking advice, but if you are concerned that your use of social media is crossing the line to “obsession”, then it’s time to make some changes to the way you use social media. Following accounts that feed your self-esteem issues can be highly addictive - if you’re following accounts that you feel are showing you an unattainable fantasy life, it makes you feel worse about your own life, which increases your need to escape, so you spend more time looking at these accounts, which makes you feel worse, and so on. It’s a vicious cycle. Instead, try filling your newsfeed with things that boost your self-esteem, or at the very least, things you find neutral. Better yet, reduce your time on social media altogether - finding a hobby that you find really engrossing can be great for that, because it both reduces your time on social media and boosts your self-esteem. Learn a new language, learn an instrument, paint, take photos, train for a 5k, design your own clothes, get really into baking, go back to school, take a course, whatever you want. Invest your time into improving your own life, rather than spending your time taunting yourself with pictures of someone else’s.Find an empowering therapist. It concerns me a lot that your therapist talked you out of doing something that you really wanted to do. Your therapist is supposed to empower you to make your own choices and to have confidence in those choices; they are not supposed to tell you what to do. “I dislike living in the city and I think I would do better in a rural environment” isn’t an uncommon sentiment, and even if your therapist had concerns about you being so far away from mental health treatment or possibly isolating yourself out there, those are concerns they should have worked through with you. They are there to help you come up with strategies - they should not be be making you feel like you need their permission to make choices for yourself. If your therapist isn’t open to exploring the possibility of a move in a healthy, constructive and open way with you, it might be time to find a therapist who will. Best of luck to you!

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crazyrandomfucker · 5 years

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Adrien Augreste: Nightmares

Adrien wasn't okay. He definetly wasn't. A week ago, he was with his Lady, happily getting ready to battle and defeat Hawk Moth once and for all as Kitty Noire and Lordubg battled against Monarch. None of them came unharmed from that battle, even if the damages weren't physical. After defeating them, they discovered their identities along with the identities of Le Paon and Mayura. Noone could have predicted how harmful was to discover that Gabriel Agreste and Jeanne Agreste had been plotting against their own family and their protegees. Of course their loyal minions resulted to be no other than their so loyal secretaries: Nathalie and Nathan.

They hadn't revealed to the public the identieties of the vilains, but everyone knew about the defeat of those who had been tormenting them for so long. Master Fu was shocked when he heard the identities of the villains and appologised several times to the teenagers. His siblings, Mister and Miss Fu, had been giving some sort of psychology treatment to the young heroes. The rest of the miraculous squad wasn't informed about the identities of the villains, but upon seeing how affected their heroes were, they didn't dare to ask them.

It was so painful. Adrien had been so close to die at the hands of the monsters his father and aunt created. Even worse he had almost lost everything important to him: his friends, his sister and, the worst of it, his love. He felt furious, betrayed, hurt, ... But he still had Marinette, who supported him without doubting, even if she just was almost as hurt as Adrien. But the worst were the nights, when he managed to fall asleep, the memories of all those previous battles came back to him, haunting him with the possibilities of things that could have go wrong and even picturing his father or his aunt killing him, instead of the akumas, as they laughed evily and took his miraculous away.

As far as he knew, his sister and the bugs were also dealing with their own traumas and the nightmares. Mari suffered insomnia, Marin developed a PTSD and Adrienne recluded herself on her bedroom, only allowing Marin to enter. It was frankly devastating for all of them to even face any of their enemies, mainly because they had to see them on a daily basis, but also because they clearly were devastated by their defeat. Gabriel was the shadow of the man he once was, recluding himself, barely getting any food or sleep and over obsesing with every single details of his surroundings. On the other hand, Jeanne showed some sort of depression mixed with sudden outbursts. The young heroes were almost scared to see them just in case the villains would somehow recognise them outside the mask.

The only bright side Adrien and Adrienne could possibly ever see about the situation was that they were no longer expected to do any sort of modeling and could do as they pleased, given the parnoic state of their father and the misterious disappearence of Nathalie, but in the end, they only felt more depressed because of the fact that they had also lost the little to unexistent love and care from their father. Of course, Mar and Mari were constantly with them, even if they didn't interact, just being there to let them know that they still had someone who cared about them, who would support them no matter what and that will always love them unconditionally. It wasn't really strange to see Lordbug entering Adrienne's bedroom or seeing Chat Noir running over the roof tops and stopping over the bakery of the Dupain-Cheng.

Strangely, each time Chat visited Marinette, someone of the miraculous squad was also there or at Marin's secluded space on the rooftop. He slowly began to understand that it wasn't because they had revealed their identities (they had meant to do it after defeating Hawk Moth and Monarch, but they weren't precisely mentally sane after that battle), but because they enjoyed how the children of the best bakers in Paris treated them, as if they simply were another civilian and not superheroes nor gods, like most of civilians used to do. Of course, he suspected that they knew the designers from outside the mask, but Chloe and Cleón certainly weren't exactly known to be civil with the designers and yet, they surprisingly appeared more often that not and generally behaved.

That day, he had had a particulary horrible nightmare were his father and aunt forced akumas into him to akumatize him and then made him cold-bloodly murder everyone in Paris, each murder bloodier and crueller than the last. he had slaughtered his firends, cataclismed Adrienne and Marin and torn Marinette into little pieces. He was honestly trembling and his eyes couldn't stop the torrent of tears flooding his face when he awoke and Plagg surprised him by hugging him and purring to sooth the pain, but he couldn't calm down and, despite Adrienne was recluded, he entered in her bedroom to check if it had only been a nightmare. When he opened the door, he saw his sister, also holding the handle of the door and with watery eyes and a stream of tears flowing down her face.

Without ponouncing a single word, both twins understood perfectly how the other felt and why the other was there. They hugged themselves closely, comforting the other and crying in a strange mix of fear and relief. Once they pulled apart from the heartfelt hug, they look one to another, nodded and called upon their transformations, turning into their superheroes selves and leaving the now colder than ever house. the jumped from roftop to rooftop, not saying a word, being only focused on getting to their destination. But when they arrived, they didn't expect to only see Marinette's lights on and much less to see all of their miraculous friends and Marin in her bedroom, no matter how big and spacious was the place (seriously, she and Marin had small apartment to live by themselves and they were still somehow surprised by Adrien's and Adriennes bedrooms!).

"Oh, um... Hello?" said Chat awkwardly. "Are we interrumping something?"

"Chat! You're not inte..." began Marinette. "Kitty! You're here too! Are you feeling better? Can I bring you anything or do anything for you?"

"Kitty?!" erupted all the heroes as they noticed her in the shadows, hiding behind her brother. They made a move to get to her, but Marin and Chat stopped them.

"Hey, give her some space" said Marin in a warning tone.

"She's not feeling in the best mood for this and honestly neither am I" declared Chat.

Marinette approached Chat and caressed his cheek. "Another nightmare minou?" said the girl worried.

"A bad one. She also had one, probably similar to mine" said in a low voice Chat.

"Poor minou" said Marinette as she hugged him tight to comfort him. "I'm sorry that you have to go through all of this. Is there aything we can do to help?"

"Yeah dude, we're kinda worried about you cats and the bugs. You haven't been yourselves... lately" said Carapace.

"Specially about you and Kitty. Seriouesly, we want to help you two. That's why we're in here today in fact" said Rena Rouge.

"Thanks a lot" said Kitty tearing down. "I'm sorry I'm like this..."

"There's nothing wrong ma minette" siad Marin comforting her. "It's not your fault and it's totally justified to be like this after... that discovery".

"Still, thank you. I don't know Kitty, but seeing all of you is kind of a relief right now" said Chat.

"Don't tell me it was that kind of nightmares" said Marinette very worried. "Oh, I'm so sorry Chaton. We're here and we're fine, you haven't hurt anyone".

"What does that mean?" said Queen Bee.

"It's because of my nightmares... One kind of the worst I tend to have is about getting akumatised and killing... everyone" explained Chat visibly in pain.

Carapace and El Zorro looked eachother and put their arms around Chat's shoulders. "Bro, dont worry, you're certainly not getting rid of us so easily" said el Zorro.

"Yeah dude, we're all here for you dude. We were even discussing about revealing ourselves, so you two can have more civilians to talk and get it all out from your chests" said Carapace.

"What?!" exclaimed Kitty in a bit of panic.

"Don't worry girl, we're just going to reveal ourselves, we're not going to force you two to reveal and the same goes for the bugs" said Salihafa.

"I still think it's not the best idea" said Marin.

"Oh shut up breadface" said Drone King. "We don't have to worry about villains now, let them do it to help the alley cats".

"Okay, now we're having it" said Marin angry. "First of all f**kface, they're not alley cats and they saved your ass more times than you can count, so show some respect. Second-".

"Stop it!" yelled Kitty. "I'm done with you two fighting always!"

"Fine..." said Marin resigning.

"Know your place commoner. We're the heroes here" said Drone King pridefully.

"He's also one you stupid dumbass!" exploded Kitty as she detransformed into Adrienne and everyone gasped.

"Well, I guess that now the cat's out of the bag" said Chat and detransformed.

"NO WAY!!" exclaimed the turtles and the foxes at unison.

"My bro has been a superhero all the time!" said Carapcae.

"No wonder I've liked this girl so much" said Salihafa hugging a confused Adrienne.

"You know they won't get it unless you detransform right?" pointed Rena.

"Yeah babe, spare the girl all the confussion already" agreed Zorro.

"Oh, right" said Salihafa as the turtles detransformed and revealed Nino and Nina.

"Wait a minute" says Chloe. "I get this is all important. The turtles are the Lahiffe and that means these sly foxes are the Césaire, yes. But has anybody thought that if Adrikins and Adri are the cats, that means the bakers here present are Lordbug and Ladybug?!" exclaimed Queen Bee.

Everybody remained silent for a couple of minutes, everybody looking at Marinette or at Marin until Drone King snapped out of it. "No f**king way. YOU are Lordbug! NO WAY!"

"Well, yes way young drone" said Tekke coming out of Marin T-shirt. "Hi, I'm Tekke, the kwami of Lordbug. It's a pleasure to meet all of you".

"Boy, you've got looooooot of explaining to do" said Zorro smiling.

"Well, sorry for keeping you in the dark bud" said Marin. "You know how it is".

"My best friend is Ladybug, her boyfriend is Chat Noir and their siblings are Lordbug and Kitty Noire. I'm the worst reporter in all existance" lamented Alya.

"To be honest kitten, if it wasn't for the magic protecting your identities, you would have guessed a long time ago" said Plagg coming out of Adrien's shirt. "The name's Plagg, god of destruction and a cheese gourmet".

"It's adorable!" exclaimed nina upon seeing Plagg.

"Sheesh, calm down little Molly" said Plague. "He's not the prettiest of the two".

"Is this turning into a kwami-holder meeting?" said Weiss as she pulled her head out of Nina's jacket.

"It seems so" said Marinette. "honestly, this is pretty chaotic and definetly not how I expected to be either the night or the reveal".

"I'd recommend you to lower your voice and detransform before someone comes" says Tikki flying from behind a pillow. Everybody turned back to their civilians selves and sat down in silence, until Trixx made a fart noise.

"Trixx!" complained Alya.

"What? It was getting uncomfortable AND boring" replied the mischievous kwami.

"Little Foxy's right, it was getting bored and I don't have any cheese" said Plagg.

"Okay, how about we do a presentation round" suggested Marinette. "So everybody will know everybody's name".

"Excellent idea Ladybug" said Wayzz. "I suggest to begin with the red ladybbugs and the black cats".

"He always suggests that" says Plague nonchalantly.

"I will start" said Tekke glaring Plague. "I'm Tekke, Kwami of creation and my current holder is Marin Dupain-Cheng. Hello again".

"And I am Tikki" said the red kwami. "Would you like to continue Stinky Socks?"

"I already presented myself Sugarcube, it's her turn" said lazily Plagg.

"Very well then. The name's Plague, beautiful godess of destruction and that blonde mess of feelings is my holder" said Plague.

"Plague" warned Tekke.

"Come on Jawbreaker, I've behaved myself this time" complained Plague.

"I believe it's quite disrespectful to call your holder a 'blonde mess of feelings'. And don't call me Jawbreaker, I'm not calling you Death Breath" replied Tekke.

"Okay geez. Her name is Adrienne and she's in a tough spot right now, please be gentle with her" said Plague.

"Yeah whatevs. I'm Trixx, kwami of illusions and this beautyful reporter here is my awesome holder" said the foxy Kwami.

"And I'm Traxx, same story except that my holder is Alen" said Traxx as she jumped from Alen's head.

"Hello dear holders of miraculous. My name is Pollen and I'm one of the Bee Kwamis" said Pollen respectfully.

"As my sitser said, I'm the other Bee Kwami, Pellet. I apologise for my holder behaviour, we're still wroking on it" declared the kwami.

"I guess it's my turn then. Hello, I'm Weiss, Kwami of Protection and the Turtle" said the little turtle goddess.

"And I'm Wayzz, her brother".

"Is there any doubt?" said Marin. "Something to say or to ask before we go back into the loop of awkward silence?"

"I have something to say and something to ask" declared Chloe, surprising everybody. "First I'm going to say something. Marinette, we have never been in good terms and we have hated each other for quite a long time. But you still trusted in me and gave me the miraculous of the bee even after I got akumatized again. Two times actually. You still had faith in me despite how I am and how I've ever treated you. Thank you for that and I'm sorry for everything I've done to you"

"Thank you Chloe" said Marinete surprised after she recovered from the initial confusion. "That's very sweet of you... I'm glad that having the miraculous has helped you".

"Don't expect me to apologise breadhead, I still hate you. But I'll also thank you for trusting me with the miraculous" said a petty Cléon.

"You're welcome. I was hoping you would gain some sense in that blockhead of yours" said Marn.

"Stop it you two" warned Adrienne. "I'm not in the mood and Chloe still has a question to ask".

"Thank you Adri. Now, spill. Who were the villains that affected you for so much" said Chloe seriously. "Your attitude has been ridiculous since and I'm not the only one who wants to help, but we need some intel to help you whatever is going on with you four".

"Chloe, we appreciate the intention, but-" began Mari.

"Hawk Moth was father" interrumped Adrien. "Mayura was Nathalie, my aunt was Monarch and her secretary Nathan was Le Paón".

"Say what?!" blurted the others.

"It's true. They don't know our identites thought" said Marin.

"I'm going to shove my shield up into the butt of that old man" said Nina getting angrier.

"I'll shove my flute at full force against Jeanne's face then. She was so hypocrite!" said Alya.

"No, no. We're going to skin them alive" said Alen.

"Dude, dudette, I'm adopting you two and there's nothing you can do to change my mind" said Nino.

"I can't believe it was them" said the Bourgeoise having an existential crisis.

"We know Chloe, we were also so shocked Cléon. Nino, you can't adopt them, my parents claimed that a long time ago and they don't know about the miraculous. Alya, Alen and Nina, as much as I'd love to do all that, those are still crimes and we are superheroes" said Marinette, bringing peace to the room.

"I love when you do that" said Adrien.

"Shush minou" said Marinette blushing slightly.

the teenagers kept talking and discussing for the night, slowly accomodating themselves as they got sleepy. Adrienne sat on Marn's lap and he hugged her, falling asleep like that as she purred and he buzzed. Alya and Nino slowly rested their heads on the other's and fell asleep. Nina fell asleep on Alen's belly. Chloe and Cléon fell asleep on their chairsand Marinette covered them with some blankets. Adrien thought, just put his head on Marinette's lap and she began to pet him, runing her finger between the golden locks and driving Adrien crazy of pleasure. He began to purr and she smiled, not noticing that both of them were also sloly falling asleep, but this times, no nightmare would dare to come in the room of superheroes.

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