#a wasp wouldn't be much better

[rivilu]

To comment on something about pwotr OTHER than the tragedy ending that i am still not over by the way, I need to put whatever the hell Elluin's relationship with Calistria as a deity was into a blender. Immediately.

#Like you know wasps were flying all over whenever an inquisitor breathed within stabbing distance #but aside from that. #if he got to. you know. not turn into shyka- i think eventually he'd move away from her #which from what im gathering from the wiki she wouldn't give much of a shit as most her worshipers mostly just invoke her and move on? #cause if we HAVE to abide by one deity per person #which is a weird worldbuilding move to me whenever i see it but that's neither here or there- #i feel like may others have domains that fit him way better values-wise #man.. #riv finds the path that sure is wrathfully righteous #oc: elluin

[heartfullofleeches]

Adonis [Male Butterfly Yan] + Amab Bully Wasp Reader [18+]

(Warnings/Tags: Piss Drinking, mentions of alcohol consumption, Reader is a huge asshole. No gender mentioned, but Reader has a penis)

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"Keep your chin up, freak-"

This was shaping up to be the best night of his life.

Adonis had never been big on parties. Didn't do well in large crowds nor did he have many friends he'd happily enjoy wasting his time with. That all changed when he fell under your radar. It was love at first sight, but as with every good thing in his life - others tried to take his happiness away. People warned him about you - spreading their lies in an attempt to squash his budding feelings. A monster. A danger to yourself and those around you. Nothing more than a big bully. He knew better. You were different, just like him.

"Heh-heh... S-sorry....."

Adonis welds himself to the hard floor beneath him - the coarse texture of your jeans rubbing against his check as you wrestle with your belt. Your free hand runs his hair, gripping his sensitive antennae where they sprout from his skull. The butterfly swallows his moans as quickly as they slip out as you tug at his scalp through your struggle. He didn't want to come off as too eager for this. He's worked too hard to reach this point just to scare you off. Tolerating your awful excuses for friends, agreeing to attend this awful party, mingling with those other awful people at the bar everytime he ran to grab you another drink. Adonis didn't mind those parts too much. He'd do anything to prove his worth to you. Maybe, you'd even like him more if he showed more enthusiasm, and willingness to let you use his throat for any means.

A boy could dream....

A soft grunt sounds from above as the buckle of your belt falls free.

"Fucking finally... Who said you could close your mouth?"

Adonis ignores you in motion of pulling your zipper with his teeth. Impatience was rare for the boy lusting after someone who normally wouldn't give him the time of day, but he's been waiting for this moment all night. He prays by batting those pretty lashes of his and giving proper worship will be enough to earn your forgiveness. You don't appear to care much either way, though the slight hitch of your breath as he traces the outline of your dick with his tongue through the fabric separating him from your bare skin doesn't go unnoticed. Adonis blushes. Saliva wets his dry lips as you fish your cock from the restrictive band of your trousers, tapping it against his lower lip as sign to open wide. Adonis obliges. The end of his prolonged tongue teases your balls as he parts his jaws as wide as possible. You ruffle his hair to which Adonis responds with a whimper.

"That's a good bitch.... Now, drink up~"

Adonis stiffles another hiccup of laughter as you take aim as his open mouth. You probably saw this as another way to humiliate him. Watching you slam beer after beer all evening, he could only dream of an outcome such as this. A quiet sigh of relief foretells your release. Warmth trickles onto his tongue as your grip on his hair tightens briefly. Once you're engaged he'll have to scold you for your drinking habits once, but for now he relishes the salty, slightly earthy taste of your piss. He savor it as it's the first he's ever had of you.

You inch the head of your cock further pass his lips, hissing as the little fucker wraps his mouth around the base of your girth. The tightness of his throat grips at you with every greedy swallow he takes of your filth, pumping your semi-hard erection to full mass. The trajectory of your stream remains on mark as Adonis works to keep your cock in his mouth and down his throat til you've completely drained. Hot tears flow from his eyes, mixing with the fluids that dribble down his chin and onto his sweater. Mascara he threw on just to gain your attention runs down his cheeks in dark streaks. The nice girls at the mall said it was the perfect touch to impress any date. His wings beat pathetically against his back as a deep breath of fresh air rids his tongue of your natural taste - strings of thick salica connecting him to you as you pull yourself from his reach.

"Whew! Been holding that in all night. Somebody must've died in the bathroom or some shit. I'll take care of this on my own - It'll be a pain if someone catches us out here with you like that. Thanks for the help, Adonis."

Adonis shutters at the usuage of his name. You never call him that, but the euphoria is fleeting. You pat him on the shoulder as you adjust your pants on your waist. It hardly gives him the dopamine boost actions did. He..wasn’t done yet... was he? No, he still hadn't proved his worth to you - not fully. From this angle, he could see just how painfully hard you were. Where you really just going to leave like that? Without giving him another taste of you after he's been so good? He wasn't ready to be alone again just yet.

"W-wait......"

Adonis grips at your thighs, olive eyes damp with fresh tears as he sniffles.

"You still haven't...I can... P-please let me finish. I'll do a good job - I swear! I'll do anything you want!"

The new tears spill from his eyes. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you sigh heavily instead. "Alright, alright. If you remain absolutely quiet on our drive back to your place then maybe I'll fuck you. Would be better to piss on you in a shower anyway. Don't expect me to be around by morning."

"O-oh... thats ok! As long as I get one night with you...."

Adonis springs to his feet, hooking both arms around your right bicep with a huge grin on his face. He looked an absolute mess with his face covered in tears, spit and other fluids - yet he smiles the same as a blushing bride. He wasn't too worried about you leaving in the morning. One benefit to trouble sleeping is the medications one might use to solve their nightly troubles - or keep others right where they belong.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #male yandere #Adonis my oc #yandere hybrid #yandere smut #amab reader #sub yandere

[lunarw0rks]

hi! im not sure if you do any requests like this but if you wouldn't mind, with ghost or konig, where the reader is depressed and has suicidal ideations and ghost/konig save them before it's too late? ive gone through somewhat similar things and it would be comforting reading someone be there for them!

A/N: I don't mind requests like this, just read with caution, please! To anon, or anyone reading that has gone through this, you deserve happiness and are loved!! "988" is the nationwide hotline ♡

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° I hope you don't mind, but I chose Ghost since I haven't written for Kӧnig (YET) Italics are Simon's perspective when it's happening at the same time as reader.

Summary: You feel swallowed by depression, but Simon saves you just in time.

Warning(s): depression, talk of suicide, PTSD themes - DO NOT READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU!!, established relationship, GN!Reader, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.5k

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ GHOST MASTERLIST // have a request? ♡¸.•*' | ao3 ver.

In Your Arms // Drabble

The world's weight had been on your shoulders; the constriction on your chest gave you a constant state of crisis, the strain on your heart soon to break it to pieces, and most of all the strain on your mind.

Each waking moment was a gamble of numbness or overdrive. In the instances of numbness, you were withdrawn, coasting your way through meals, laying awake at night with a blank stare. When you were in overdrive, it was like each bad thought physically pilled itself atop you, increasing your irritability and defensiveness.

It was as if the real you were trapped inside somewhere, but you were being overruled by an enclosure of gloom.

Chores, conversations, and the people you loved dearly became a melancholy hassle. You hated every second of it, and most of all hated yourself for behaving like this. At first, you were begging for an out—some savior to snap you out of it.

But now, you felt hopeless—and were making plans to give yourself that out.

You finally had an opportunity, a few hours where you’d have the house to yourself, with Simon out for a few hours. The problem was, gathering the courage. Even though you had the thoughts raining down on you, it was a decision you would never be able to take back.

You were sat in the shared bedroom, on top of the bed you’d just remade. It had been God knows how long by now, and all you could do was stare blankly at the wall ahead, choking back sobs. You looked at his side of the room, seeing the stark contrast between his and yours.

When you thought of him, how he’d be better off this way, it nudged you toward your answer.

Simon noticed your off-balance behavior the day he arrived home. Despite telling you how lovely you looked, he could tell the isolation of his deployment had taken its toll. The bags under your eyes, the dark circles worsening, your sudden change in eating habits—something he greeted like an old friend.

He, of all people, understood the feeling. He just didn’t know how to confront it.

He was never good with his words, or his ability to provide comfort physically; he relied on his crisis training, and most of all, how much he loved you.

When he said he was going out with friends, he was. At first. He found himself sitting in the driveway with a pit in his stomach, his anxieties swallowing him. He was protective, to begin with, but paired with the behavior changes, he was practically trembling at the thought of something horrible happening.

He was white-knuckling the steering wheel, debating on spending his night inside with you. Guilt consumed him for even considering going out anywhere when you’d waited months for him.

His stomach was in knots, twisting and turning, begging him to give in to nausea overtaking him any second. Something was wrong, something was going to happen.

You were fighting yourself again. The thoughts were racing so hard you could swear you heard them buzzing around your head like an angry swarm of wasps, each of them a stinger in your skin.

You reached for the nearest object—the remote—then stood to your feet, sending it plummeting towards the wall in front of you. It shattered the hanging picture frame on impact, sending shards of glass around the bedroom.

It did nothing to silence the thoughts. The sudden rush of fury only fueled them, begging for you to do something more to stop them—the only option you felt you had left.

He had his car door open, gathering his things before he was on his way inside. He’d made his decision, he would rather spend the night with you.

Simon’s trained ear heard the faint shatter of glass, seeing that the upstairs bedroom was the only one lit. There was no hesitation; no second thought to make sure it wasn’t a critter in the garbage can or another household.

He unlocked the door swiftly, a hand hovering over the holster underneath his jacket. The downstairs was clear, nothing askew. He next went up the stairs, leaning in the direction of the bedroom to pick up any sound coming from it.

In his mind, he was fearing the worst, paired with the anxiety he was already having in the car. He’d been here before, with too many people. It couldn’t, no, wouldn’t happen again, not with you.

When the door creaked open, it revealed you, shriveled against the wall with your head in your hands. Beside you, was a broken picture frame, sent flying into pieces around the room. His mind put the pieces together—the irritability, the insomnia, the withdrawn behavior, his gut feeling—all coming together now.

But his worst fears hadn’t come true. You were alive. Alive, and in need of his help. His gut feeling, that painful ache in his stomach when he left, it was right.

His knees dropped to the ground beside you, ignoring the slices forming through his clothes. His entire focus was on you, nothing else.

“Love…” He whispered, grabbing ahold of your knee to make you look his way. When your pooled eyes met him again, he felt like his heart had been ripped in two.

The sight of you, the pain written in your expression. Not physical pain, not heartache, but hopelessness. A specific, known too well by him, expression.

Simon could barely stand it, the person he practically breathed for, fought for, succumbing to their sorry—and he could’ve been too late. The warmth of your flesh under his fingertips, how it shivered, he knew you were still here, still breathing.

He was at a loss for words, even for a man who spoke very little. Angry at himself, not you, for not saying something earlier on. His withdrawal was both a blessing and a curse—a lesson well learned, now that his life with you had flashed before him.

Without a second thought, he scooped you up, setting you gently on the neat bed. He remained standing in front of you, staring down at you with a foggy expression.

“I’m sorry,” You muttered, blinded by the tears.

Simon visibly shook his head, forcing yours into his chest. It wasn’t your fault, and if he could force you to believe that, he would. He didn’t have words to give you, only the comfort of his presence. He just held you; held onto your frame as you wept into his abdomen, soaking through the fabric of his tee.

Tears only teased at his own eyes, but never made it past them. Though internally, he was weeping for you, nearly inconsolable.

It was his job to follow orders, to do his duty. His duty now, was you. He had to be strong for you, always, otherwise he had no purpose left on this Earth.

When the sobs had turned into defeated sniffles, he dropped to his knees to meet your eye level. Him, never one for eye contact, but he couldn’t take his eye off you now.

“I’m here now, I promise.” His deep voice echoed through the room, bouncing off your repines for his comfort.

You were still in shock, how one minute ago you were so close to the edge, but the next he was by your side. The sorrow only subsided for the moment, but with him as a distraction, you knew you had at least one person there for you. One person who understood what you were going through, no doubt about it.

His large hands, the ones stained with the blood of his hands, gently cradling your face until you were lucid enough to give him your full attention. He was there for you, no matter how hard the stubborn thoughts tried to convince you he wasn’t.

They moved from your face, to your neck and arms, then your fingers, searching for any sign of physical injury.

“Let me help you, please…” Simon placed a small kiss on one of the tear droplets streaming down, wiping away the rest with his thumb. His hand went down again, clasping around yours tenderly as he routed you to the shared bathroom.

He grabbed a spare cloth off the rack, wetting it slightly in the sink as he traced it along each tear stain, his other hand on your waist the entire time. He was focused and stiff, but his eyes were gentle.

When he finished, he cupped your face again, touching his lips to yours, then your temple. “You are everything to me, got it?” He whispers against your forehead, eyes still wide, reeling with the shock of nearly losing you.

Your head was in his chest again as one hand remained on your waist, the other holding your head in place. He was savoring this, not taking you for granted for a second.

Deep inside, he was picturing all those months he’d left you alone to feel like this.

How each tear he wiped was a lash of regret. He was going to make up for it from now on. Whether he could help you one on one, or you talk to a professional, he would back you every step of the way.

That was his duty.

#simon riley x reader #mw2 fanfic #mw2 #simon riley #call of duty #task force 141 #ghost mw2 #task force 141 x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley angst #tw depression

[bonefall]

Screaming crying throwing up at the Thunder spoiler thread because

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-THUNDER SPOILERS-

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Frostpaw coming to the realization that the Park Cats have a culture that she likes better than the culture of the clans, and wanting to bring elements of it back home with her? That COULD be an actually good use of a traveling book, and it WOULD be an actually nice change to see the clans do any kind of self-reflection on the violence of their culture. Unfortunately, I don’t trust the Erins even a little bit to follow through in any kind of satisfactory way on that plot thread, so I worry it’s going to result in the Clans once again looking at an outside culture and taking a very xenophobic lesson away from interacting with it.

I'm still trying to work out my feelings on the return of the Park Cats... overall, I think I'm feeling pretty frustrated, and it's coloring my perception of them

I also really disliked Riverstar's Home, though. I hated the traveling, I didn't find the Park very interesting in practice, was annoyed by a ton of small things. It felt like the book only got good once we were back in the forest, so, maybe I'm still tasting my sour introduction to the Park cats.

I also don't have any faith in the authors to handle Waffle and Wasp well, or any of the practices Frostpaw is planning to bring home. At this point I'm expecting it. What's really on my mind is... why?

Why did they create a whole little unchanging cultural bubble, a group under glass, exactly the same as it was during the dawn of the clans... when they were just going to blast Frostpaw with The Avatar State anyway?

She can talk to Riverstar whenever. And every ancestor who served under him. And you don't even have to waste 6 chapters on travelling. Could we not have learned about meditation from Riverstar, if the Erins are soooo eager to shove the ancestors into this and write him as her spirit guide?

Like, all this time dedicated to a culture whose one trait is meditating. I have frustrations with the Sisters and Tribe, but they're interesting concepts, with their own spiritual beliefs, government, and customs. So far, the neo-Park has been bland.

Like Guardians, a bare-bones group that showed up once in an SE and just existed to serve the Clan cats for a while, and send Tigerheart back with new characters.

But like, back to the Lesson of the Park Cats, whatever thing Frostpaw could bring home

I just... man, I go off about Clan Culture and its violence literally all the time, but this arc has been ridiculously peaceful. We are 4/6ths of the way through and there was one major battle, at the end of a book, which was bloodless. All the fighting has been arguments.

What exactly is Frostpaw going to learn from the Park cats? How to be passive? Is that going to help RiverClan get rid of the occupying army? Will the power of mindfulness help them un-forget all of their battle training and remind them how to do their own laundry?

If (if.) The Erins have planned all this out, then what they're going to do next is have Frostpaw take what she's learned, and use it to help un-divide RiverClan.

Which TO BE CLEAR would be good for Frostpaw as a character!

But that's not addressing the violence of clan culture or even leaning into it. That wouldn't really be a cultural change, so much as Frostpaw having learned leadership skills... which, again, makes me wonder what the point of a culture frozen in time really was, when they blasted her with this super strong, unprecedented magic connection to StarClan.

Idk. Just, generally not vibing with this book if the spoiler thread is to be believed.

#Asc spoilers #Thunder spoilers #No.. nO WAIT... I just fucking realised #If we DO get froststar... The spaying plays right back into how women leaders have a double standard about having kits!!!!! #UGHHH HELPPP I DONT WANT THAT #PlEASE JUST BE NORMAL ABOUT POWERFUL WOMEN #Anyway. Im thinking about how im gonna retool the park guys #Because the park culture is just as foundational to early BB!clan culture as tribe culture is #Because unlike these writers i actually care about sociology and the evolution of culture through time #I'm thinking about that one bog body lmao and king sacrifices #Maybe I'll take a look at the Beaker people nearby for inspiration

[glacial-snowflakes]

shadow

pairing: aged up!Neteyam x na'vi!reader

summary: after you are hurt on the hunt, neteyam becomes overprotective, and it clashes with your stubbornness

word count: 1,6k

warnings: angst, fighting? ig, mentions of blood and wounds (not described)

notes: the truth is that i haven't seen atwow yet so i don't know if i did justice to nete's personality; it's mostly based on other fanfictions so i hope it's fine

also, probably there will be part 2

"No way, Y/N."

"But I am better now!"

Your fingers clenched around the grip of your bow as you heard another "no" from Jake Sully.

"After what happened last time-"

"I wasn't careful enough." You interrupted him. "But it won't happen again." A deep sigh escaped Toruk Makto's mouth.

"It is not about you not being careful. It's about you getting hurt and not being fully healed. I can't let you hunt with us. Yet." He added, seeing the misery creeping into your eyes.

"I am fine. Besides, Mo'at said I can finally leave the Hometree." You tried to make him change his mind even though you knew it was for nothing. No one could ever let a wounded hunter go to the forest, especially if that person was a clan leader.

"But did she say you can hunt again?" Jake crossed his arms on his chest, getting annoyed with your stubbornness. Usually, he wouldn't get into a discussion like that with anyone. However, you being Neteyam's lover, Jake had a soft spot for you. Whether he liked to admit it or not...

"Ah, well... She didn't say no?" Sully knew bending his morals for you wasn't fair toward other hunters, and the crooked smile on your slightly left-skewed face almost made him break. Almost. He pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers and sighed again. 

"No, Y/N. That's my last word."

From the beginning, you assumed this conversation would lead to an outcome that could not satisfy you. But it was worth a shot, right?

"I get it... Letting me go is irresponsible and would put you in a bad light as a leader."

"It isn't about my reputation, taronyu (hunter). All I have in mind is your well-being." He put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it a little before saying. "And my son. He would kill me if I let you go."

You knew he was right, especially about Neteyam. The pure horror in his eyes when he saw the blood weeping from your right side still lived in your head. Though it wasn't anything serious, at least that's what you said, since that moment, he didn't let you out of his sight. He visited the tent you stayed at for the first few nights every single day. You were sure that if it wasn't for Mo'at, Nete wouldn't leave your side. 

You were alright with that at first. 'Teyam being the perfect boyfriend he was, made sure you had enough supplies of your favorite food and were comfortable every second of your stay. He read you books that uncle Norm gave you as a gift on your birthday. Or he kept you busy with the hunting stories and being so loud that Mo'at had to kick him out a few times. You would lie if you said you didn't enjoy it. Until...

The realization hit you like a thanator when you could finally transfer to the Hometree that Neteyam's behavior quickly turned from protective to annoying. He was everywhere you went. Everywhere. You had no personal space as Neteyam, quite literally, changed into one. Although you loved him dearly and protectiveness was one of the things that drew you to him, now it had become a burden of some sort. And you hated so much to admit it.

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You slowly threw the bow on your shoulder, making sure you didn't make too much of sudden movements. The wound on your side still made you wince a little when you stretched your body. That's what Jakesully warned you about, but you still ignored his words. Neteyam's voice saying skxawng echoed through your head like an annoying hellfire wasp. A deep sigh escaped your mouth as you tried to shoo away thoughts about your angry yawne finding out what you were up to. And a sense of responsibility...

You took your steps carefully when you walked deeper into the forest. Ears twitching with every rustle of trees, fingers closing tightly on the bow, ready to attack in a blink of an eye. You were an excellent hunter. You weren't as skilled as Jakesully or Neteyam, of course. However, your sharp eye, strength, flexibility, and agility made you one of the most successful saronyu in a hunting party.

You stopped in your tracks when your ears stood up; the sound of branches cracking told you that you weren't alone. You quickly took an arrow from the quiver on your back, pulling a bowstring and aiming it at the tree crowns. The wound made you quietly hiss as you could feel it stretching. You sank your fangs into your lower lip to endure the pain that traveled through your stomach.

A deep and quiet breath left your mouth as you squinted your eyes, focusing on your target. You were ready to let the arrow fly when you noticed a wiggling blue tail peaking behind the leaves.

"Ma 'Teyam." You said, your annoyed voice echoing through the forest.

Your eyes were focused on the tall Na'vi, who jumped, skipping over a few branches, and hung for a second before landing on his feet. Soft clicking of his hair beads could be heard as he quickly stood upright in front of you.

"You can put down your bow, yawne," Nete said calmly, seeing irritation in your eyes. That being said, you still aimed the arrow at him.

"What are you doing here, Neteyam Sully?" You asked. His full name hardly ever escaped your mouth, so it took him by surprise, knowing it meant that something serious was coming.

"I could ask you the same question, skxawng." He laid his finger on the arrow, slowly pulling it down and out of his face.

"I am just... taking a walk." The simplest and stupidest excuse you could come up with.

"Ah, yes. Taking a walk fully equipped..." 'Teyam walked around you, closely scanning your body. "Hair tied cause you hate when it goes on your face while hunting. And, well, the most obvious thing... You're wearing armor." 

"And? What about that? After what happened that night, I just wanted to be prepared. You never know what's going to happen-"

"That deep in the forest, right?" He interrupted, finishing the sentence for you. You rolled your eyes. "You are irresponsible. It is dangerous in your condition."

"Well, I've been stalked by my boyfriend. I am sure nothing would happen to me."

The way you put these words in and the tone of your voice made Neteyam's heart ache a little. Knowing how stubborn you were and being warned by his father about the conversation you two had in the morning, Nete decided to follow you. He was worried and a little overprotective indeed, but he knew his yawne as no one else did. All he wanted to do was to protect you from your dumb... well, irresponsible decisions.

"I wasn't stalking you, Y/N."

"No? So what do you call following someone, hidden in the trees and watching them without their knowledge?"

"You are still healing. Are you really that stupid to go out there alone after nantang almost didn't rip your flesh out!?" You could notice darkness slowly filling Neteyam's usually bright eyes. You knew you overstepped the line, and if you wanted to admit it or not, he was right to be mad at you. The look he gave you made you feel so small, yet you didn't break under the pressure of it. Sticking to your stubbornness, you stood up straight, sinking your feet to the ground.

"I can't just stay at the Hometree! It's killing me, Nete, and you know that!" You lifted up your voice, scaring all the animals around you.

"You know what's going to kill you!?" 'Teyam hit back right at you, being so fed up with your childish behavior. He poked your wounded side with his finger, which made you wince in pain. You hissed at him, taking a position to attack. "You."

It wasn't the first time you and Neteyam fought because you were as stubborn as a mule (the phrase that Jakesully taught you two). And yet, somehow, you didn't learn from your past mistakes. Sometimes you couldn't back out... You knew that your soon-to-be-mate had no bad intentions, and he did it all out of pure love and worry. It's just... It was harder than everything else, and you let it control you.

"I am done worrying about you, Y/N. If you want to get hurt, go on... I'm tired of it." Nete's ears dropped. It was a sign of defeat, but winning this fight didn't make you feel great. No, quite the opposite.

Your yawne turned around, giving you the last look over his shoulder, and before he disappeared into the forest's depths, he said. "Understand that there are people who care about you, but if you stay this way..."

'Teyam didn't need to finish his sentence as you already knew how it would end. When he left, you could feel your heart dropping to your stomach. Gravity had put you on your knees, pulling you to the earth. Tears escaped your eyes, glistering on your blue cheeks, finding their way down and falling onto your thighs. Though you stood your ground, you didn't feel like a victor. The truth was that you two came out of this fight defeated. Neteyam, failing in talking to your senses and feeling like his protection was just too much, and you? Knowing that once again, you ignored his worries and pushed him away to prove your dumb point. How long can it take till you two break?

#neteyam x you #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam angst #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam fic

[theowlgoesmoo]

“F’ik?”

“Yeah?” He looked down at her. She was biting her lower lip, obviously in thought.

“Why do I got a stinger? Why don’t you? Or anybody else? Why’s Atta not got one? Atta’s a pri’sess too.” She was looking up at him with that intense curiosity only young children can achieve, but he could see the sadness still hiding behind it. It was a fair question.

And one that he had no idea how to answer. Well, he’d start with what he knew.

“Well…” He thought about what to say. “You do know you’re not from Amberhive, right? You are a… different kind of ant.”

She nodded. She knew. He knew she knew. He was just delaying, and she knew it.

“Was it real?” She leaned in closer, her little face almost touching his. “Was… was the glass real? And… and the people. And the- The… spider?”

Well now he REALLY didn’t know how to answer. He knew Atta and the Queen hadn’t told Dot all the gruesome details of her arrival, not wanting to scare her.

But it was too late now. Even if he said ‘no’, he knew Dot was smart enough to see through the obvious lie. She knew the truth, she just wanted to hear it. Hear it from someone she trusted.

“Yeah, sweetpea. It’s all true. I was…”

He was what? There were so many things he longed to tell her, but couldn't. Wouldn't.

“I was the one who heard you crying.”

“I was the one who spotted the spider carrying you off.”

“I was the one who came up with the plan to distract it.”

“I was the one who caught you when it ran off, dropping you from its pedipalps.”

“I was the one who carried you back into Amberhive.”

And… The one thing he wanted to tell her above all else. The one thing he could never tell her.

“I was almost your daddy. I was almost yours, sweetpea. I could have taken you in, adopted you for myself, raised you as my own… But the queen said ‘no’, and took you. All because of your wings.”

He swallowed. No. No, he could never tell her that. Not after telling her to never wish to be someone else. He wouldn't deny her the life she had been given just for his own wants, even in his wishes. There really was only one thing he could - and would - tell her.

“I was… there.”

It felt so hollow. But it was true.

And to her, it was the most important truth. He was there. He had been there right from the start. Anything else was just set dressing.

He was there. For her.

And she just now was finding that out.

“You was?”

He smiled at her grammar, and nodded.

“I was. You're a lucky little ant, sweetpea. And we're luckier still to have you.”

And for just a brief moment, his world turned bright..

He saw her smile.

But it quickly faded. Something was still troubling her.

“If the story's all real, then… am I-”

“No.”

He cut her off. He wasn't going to let her go down that path again. He wouldn't let her do that to herself.

“No, sweetpea. You're an ant. You're not a wasp, or a spider, or a scorpion, or whatever else those little… little creeps, said you were. You're an ant. Just like your mom, just like Atta, just like anybody else here.”

“Just like you?”

“Just like me.” he nodded, “but sillier.” And he gave her nose a light boop.

And again, he was rewarded with just the smallest giggle. Much better.

“Even if you were any of those things, it wouldn't matter one tiny bit, sweetpea, because you know why?”

“Why?” she asked with a tilt of her head.

“Because you'd still be you, and that's what matters.”

He adjusted his grip on her, letting her sit up and face him. He finally had an answer to her question.

“Dot… I don’t know why you have a stinger. I don’t know why some ants have one, and some don’t. I don’t know why we’re not all just the same, just all one way or the other… But I know this.”

He held out his hands, and she took them, letting him hold them in a gentle grip.

“We don’t get to choose who we are in this life. We don’t get to pick out what we are, or what we’re like, or what we have. But we do get to choose what we do with all that stuff, alright? Just because you’ve got a stinger doesn’t mean you have to hurt anybody, sweetpea. That’s all up to you, and I think I know what you’ll choose.”

#a bugs life #anthro #au #princess dot #dot #flik #fanart #pixar #I fricken love Dot and Flik's relationship #It's so sweet #i need more of it #just a steady dripfeed #fanfic #fanfiction

[generalluxun]

ML Fanfiction: Showing Love

This little one shot is a rewrite of the end of Queen Wasp. It never sat right with me, Marinette badmouthing Chloé to get Audrey to pay attention to her (and we see how well it turned out having her in Paris) Who wouldn't prefer something with some awesome Marinette and Moma Sabine in it? Link to the post on AO3 in my bio. Full text below the break.

Marinette was so sure. She had seen what everyone else had, but unlike so many people she couldn't, wouldn't look away. She might have every reason to, it might be any number of people's responsibilities before her, but she was Ladybug. It was more than a costume. It was more than fighting villains. It was saving people, and everyone deserved to be saved.

She was so sure. When that 'go away' came through the door, it was expected. When that baffled 'Dupain-Cheng?' left Chloé's lips -she never used Marinette's first name- it had been a victory. Yes Chloé, even you.

She was so sure. She marched up to the helipad with a plan fully formed. She declined Audrey's offer. She stepped aside to present Chloé to her mother. It was easy to brush aside the 'Chlorine?' It was just a quirk, right? Nothing else made sense.

She was so sure. 'Why don't you love me, mom?' broke her heart. No child should ever have to ask that. It was Chloé though, Chloé could be trusted to misread anything. This was the way to clear everything up. It was all a misunderstanding.

"But… Uh– of course I-" Audrey choked. She turned her head. She wouldn't even look at the girl, hunched and desperate before her. When she managed to force the words 'love you' from her lips they were almost unrecognizable.

She was so wrong.

"No."

Both Audrey and Chloé turned to her, one still wallowing in confusion, the other with indignant surprise.

Marinette had to fight to find her voice. Hope, warmth, and pride had turned to a burning anger and disgust. She looked at Audrey and saw something incomprehensible. "You… don't… Do you?"

Marinette was stunned, but after being contradicted twice in as many minutes, Audrey was moreso. She looked at Marinette over her sunglasses, "Excuse me?"

"You don't. It doesn't make sense, but… you don't." Marinette found strength in her anger. "You can't even make yourself say it! The one thing every child should be able to count on, and you can't even do that much!"

"Listen here Mariachi, don't you tell me how to handle my employees, Cardamom is-"

"She's your daughter, and her name is Chloé!" Marinette was shaking with rage. "I hate her and I can remember her that much! She's awful, mean, cruel, and makes my life hell but even she deserves better than you!"

Marinette snatched Chloé's hand and began dragging her off. The blonde was stumbling after her passively, clearly still reeling. Her 'Dupain- wait- I-let me-' protests were meek, Marinette ignored them.

She was waiting, listening, holding out for that last little bit of hope as she marched away from the pad. There was still a chance… but no. No outraged scream, no fervent protests, no last vestige of maternal instinct followed after them. Just to drive home the point, the sound of helicopter rotors starting up was the sound that saw them off the pad.

"Dupain-Cheng, stop!" Chloé finally found her strength and yanked back, pulling herself free. She turned back, scanning the sky.

"Chloé, where are you going?"

She didn't even look Marinette's way, instead pulling out her phone as she answered. "She can't have gone far, the limo is fast. I can get Jean-Loius to chase her dow-"

Marinette caught the phone even as Chloé lifted it to her ear. The look she got for it was crazed. She moderated her tone, speaking softly. "And then what?"

Chloé's eyes snapped to her, a hunted look to them. "Then we can- I can- … " She want from shock to shout, "Dupain-Cheng you were the one who dragged me here!"

The truth stung. Marinette channeled the pain though, admitting, "And I was wrong! Who can blame me? Who could think that… that… just, how?? It shouldn't be hard for a mother to love her daughter!"

Chloé sniffed, posture changing again, chin up. "Oh it's not hard, Dupain-Cheng. All you have to do is be exceptional."

Chloé spoke such nonsense with complete confidence, Marinette was left gaping, "No! No, that is so messed up, don't you see? You want to win a medal? Sure, be exceptional. You get your parents' love just by being alive. You're her daughter."

Chloé's head snapped to the side, she scoffed, "You're talking presents, Dupain-Cheng. You get presents by being alive. Love you have to fight for."

Marinette wasn't sure she'd ever heard anything more wrong in her life. The insanity of it threatened to overwhelm her. A part of her mind went into overdrive recontextualizing years of interactions. She wanted to just shut down. No!

She wouldn't be wrong, not about this. She grabbed Chloé's hand again and started off, "Come on."

Chloé stumbled after her again, "Where are we go-going? Dupain-Cheng!"

"It's Marinette! And you're coming to dinner. You're going to see what a family looks like."

"What? Dup-" Marinette glared and Chloé corrected herself, "-arinette. You don't even like me. I heard you."

Marinette stopped, but didn't let go. She looked back at Chloé, the girl was on the ropes, worse even than when Marinette had found her. A small selfish part of Marinette wished she could enjoy it, a very small part.

Instead she spoke evenly, "You're right. I don't like you. Can you blame me? You've been a terror, bullying me, harassing my friends. The thing is I don't have to like you to know what you just said isn't right, and I'm going to show you. You might be the worst person I know -second worst now- but even you deserve a parent who loves you."

Chloé started to talk, stopped, looked around as if the answer might be walking past them, ground her teeth, then tried and failed to speak again.

Marinette held up a hand to stop the meltdown-in-progress. “We can call it off if you want. You can go home, I can go home, and we can pretend this never happened.” She lowered her hand and tried her best Ladybug voice. “If we do that though, nothing will change. Whatever you’re feeling right now, it won’t go away. What I’m feeling won’t go away either. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want that. I want things to change. I want things to be better, for both of us, but I’m going to be honest, I don’t know if I’ll ever have the strength to do this again.”

Marinette let out a sigh, her anger was flagging and her energy with it. While she still could, she offered her hand.

She tried mimicking a familiar smirk as she asked, “So, what do you say, Bour-geois?”

Chloé flinched at her offer, more emotions played across her face in a cascade. A hint of determination flashed and she reached out, pausing halfway and looking around again.

Marinette prompted, “No one’s watching. Even if they were, just make a scene.”

A small light sparked in those deep blue eyes. Her lips curled into a smirk that was familiar but without fangs. She set her hand in Marinette’s and said, “This is ridiculous.”

Marinette turned, pulling her along before either of them could change their mind. “Utterly ridiculous!”

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Another small burst of adrenaline saw Marinette all the way home. Chloé didn’t let go, and neither did she. It wasn’t a tender connection though, it was a lifeline. Her too-loud greeting clued her mother in right away. Her father just accepted the strange situation with his usual gentle confusion. It was still a whole bottle of nitro-glycerine waiting to go off.

Sabine spoke first, “Marinette! Honey! You’re home! And you’ve brought… a friend?”

Her mother’s doubt was palpable. Marinette spoke, again too loud, “Mom! You know Chloé from school. She’s going to be coming to dinner, if that’s okay?”

Sabine looked between the two of them, then visibly clicked into ‘mother’ mode. “Yes, of course. I was just going to go up to begin preparing it. I can call you when it’s done.”

“Call-” Marinette realized a flaw in her plans. Everything was working as long as she kept momentum, but now…

From beside her, “Don’t you design things, D- Marinette? Show me some of it.”

Choé’s voice rose and fell in a strange oscillating tone. It kept trying to settle back into its usual domineering affect, but then being knocked out of it, seeking another groove. When Marinette looked at her she snapped her head away quickly, but slowly turned back, waiting.

Marinette took a chance she was right about what she was seeing. “Sure. We’ll be upstairs, Mom.”

They had to let go of each other to climb the narrow stairs into Marinette’s room, and suddenly Marinette was adrift. On top of that, Chloé Bourgeois was in her room! Alarms, warning bells, klaxons, and a little voice perpetually screaming all sounded at once in Marinette’s head. Instead of doing any one of the dozen sane things though, she walked across to her desk and picked up one of her notebooks.

“This is your room, huh?”

Marinette froze. That voice, here. She was still fighting to force her paralyzed limbs to move when the voice came again.

“It’s small… too small. You should have it expanded. You- you’ve got a chaise too? They’re so comfy. I used to flop on mine after dance cl-  I um.. Steps, I have some leading up to my bed too, but this many Marinette? You’re just showing off.”

Chloé’s voice was still working the scales, looking for a place to call home. Marinette recognized babbling when she heard it, long proficient herself. She found she could move again. Turning, she held out the notebook. “Well, you know me, can’t do anything halfway. I think your balcony is bigger than mine too, but I like my view. If you’re still here when the sun goes down, I can show you.”

Marinette had just long enough to panic at her own offer as Chloé hesitantly reached out for the notebook. Their eyes met again and she saw the panic was mutual.

The exchange turned into a snatch, but as Marinette braced for ridicule Chloé instead retreated to the divan, opened the book, and went silent.

The pause gave Marinette a chance to question, to doubt. She shuffled to her desk, but then was stuck. She couldn't just sit there staring at Chloé, but history had her trained not to turn her back either. She settled for half-facing and with her phone out, then she wasn't *staring* staring, right?

Needing to get her thoughts down but not daring to open her diary, Marinette began typing out a note to herself with her thumbs.

What am I doing? It's Chloé. Yeah, but that isn't right no matter who it is. Why me? I could probably try and ask Miss Bustier. But

Marinette drummed her thumbs on the sides of her phone as she thought. A quick glance showed Chloé had progressed through several pages of sketches, but there was not a peep out of her. In fact Marinette wasn't sure if she had ever seen Chloé so focused. Hiding in details to keep from thinking about the big picture. Marinette was very familiar with that trick too.

I want to do this. I want to be the one.  It's not like I like her, or want to hang out. It's…

I want to win. I can't do anything about Mr. Flaps yet, but this I can do something about. Beating this villain doesn't do anything. I've been doing that all year. So maybe getting her to stop being a villain would work. That train thing was awful, and wrong, but she didn't run either. How long would she have tried to stop it on her own? All the way? She liked Ladybug. Can I use that? Is it too soon to talk about her using the Miraculous? Would clumsy Dupain-Cheng asking just embarrass her? Gah. Akumas might be hard, but at least I have my lucky charm.

She looked up again. The notebook was closed in Chloé's lap and the other girl was looking around Marinette's room in more of her uncharacteristic silence.

Marinette hit delete on her note. "Nothing in there to your liking?"

Chloé startled. She ran her hands over the front of the notebook and started softly. "No, I-" Her fingers gripped the cover and she regained some fire,"What am I supposed to say? Hmm? Should I gush? Should I pick it all apart? I was miserable in my room, with mommy leaving and you with her. Now she's still gone, I'm here in your room, with you, and I'm still miserable. Should I call Daddy? What would I even scream for? What am I doing here, Marinette?"

Marinette went through a flash cycle of feeling sorry for Chloé, being angry with herself for feeling sorry, then feeling guilty for being angry. "You could always be honest… about the designs I mean. There's no one to hear. As for the rest…"

Marinette tilted her head back and spun slightly in her chair, she didn't have Cat Noir to buy her time here.

"I-" Marinette leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Look, I'm still processing what I just saw. It's a lot. I thought if I just got you together, away from the lights things would be better. Now… Now I'm realizing it wasn't a fluke. Seeing her was like seeing an adult version of you. Or, really… you're a little version of her."

Chloé puffed up slightly at that, but it was an unsure sort of preening.

Marinette continued, "So like, everything. Everything, was that you, or you trying to be her? Has Audrey Bourgeois been my bully by proxy for all these years?"

It seemed to take hold. Chloé deflated again, and when she rallied it was the sound of someone desperately treading water. "Mommy is a winner! Winners step on losers and little people."

"And the unexceptional?"

Chloé's mouth snapped shut. Marinette could see the tears forming in real time. She knew what would come next if a certain someone was paying attention. That wasn't what prompted her though. She was just so sick of pain.

"You're not unexceptional, Chloé. You are a whole lot of things, things I would get in trouble for saying if my parents heard, but unexceptional isn't one of them. If your mom can't see it. Then she's blind."

Marinette sighed. With Ladybug it was easy, fight and flee before the timer. Staying, talking, this was hard.

"It's more than that though. You want to know why you are here? To see how it is supposed to work. My mother, she's amazing. I'm not bragging or trying to rub your face in it. I want you to see what a mother is supposed to do. Maybe if you do, you'll see that it's not worth chasing after one who doesn't. It's not worth bending yourself into her shape. It's not worth hurting other people. Hurting people is easy, Chloé. Saving people, like Ladybug does, that's hard."

As she finished, Marinette realized her trap door was slightly ajar. She was trying to steal a look without making it obvious when Chloé's voice rose in a mumble.

"I liked.. the coat."

Marinette couldn't follow, "The what?"

Chloé was still slumped."The coat, page seven. I would wear that."

Marinette squinted until it clicked. "Oh!" She tried to remember back that far. "The cropped one, with the feathered collar?"

Chloé picked at the edge of the notebook. "I always liked feathers, but… ridiculous."

Marinette filled in the blanks. "Then I came along and," She did her best Audrey impression, "feathers are in."

Chloé nodded. She stopped picking, flexing her fingers but silent.

"That just proves it, right? You shouldn't have to live like that, no one should."

"So, what? If I stop, I still don't have a mother."

Marinette struggled. Chloé wasn't wrong, and Marinette couldn't picture a life without her own mother. Not just as a mother, but as someone there, supporting her, encouraging her, and correcting her, loving her.

Marinette went to her last resort, honesty, "I don't have all the answers, Chloé. I brought you here to show you there was something else to want, a different way to be. Maybe, if you want that, you can try a different approach. It might not be Audrey -probably better if it isn't- but there are others. Ms. Bustier seems to care a lot about you."

Chloé brightened suddenly, "Or Ladybug?!"

"I, ahhh, don't think she's, unmm, looking to have any daughters right now…" Marinette hedged.

Chloé's cheerfulness evaporated. "You're right. She probably hates me now, you saw what I did. Everybody saw what I did."

"Chloé, I think Ladybug might be very understanding. I can't imagine it would be easy for a hero to hate anyone. But, let's not focus on that. Let's focus on the here and now." Marinette glanced towards the trapdoor, "And I think I smell dinner cooking."

With that, the door swung open and her mother appeared. "You do indeed, my dear. If the two of you would come down and wash your hands, it is time to eat."

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Dinner was… well, it was awkward. Marinette wasn't sure if Chloé had eaten a family dinner ever before, and with four people the potential for miscues was exponential. Her mother was a blessing in all this, as Marinette had believed she would be.

Sabine prompted Chloé with a steady flow of questions. Like clockwork the blonde would start with a full head of steam but peter out quickly into uneasiness. Without acknowledging the change, She would simply ask something else, seemingly unrelated. Her dad was largely quiet, his eyes ping ponging back and forth between the two, and a spoon often forgotten in his mouth.

Marinette missed a good chunk of the exchange, lost in her own thoughts until a sharp clearing of her mother's throat and, 'Isn't that right, Marinette?' in just the right tone of voice clued her in. Her mother was pumping Chloé for information. It was a flood of details and stories that Marinette herself would never have been able to pry past sealed lips.

They seemed honest too. The usual bragging melted away quickly before her mother's gentle, 'That's nice, dear.' Genuine stories earned genuine engagement. Chloé was speaking to Sabine like a daughter, or at least like someone desperate to know what being a daughter felt like.

Chloé didn't eat much, which was fine because Marinette stress-ate for three. Dinner was winding down when Chloé's phone went off. The change was instant and complete. Her entire body language shifted as she pulled it out.

"What, Daddy? … So what? … No! You never come up any-"

That clearing of the throat again. Marinette's response was Pavlovian, and already she wasn't the only one. Chloé cut herself off mid-word and both girls looked to Sabine. Marinette's mother merely looked serene, the smallest of smiles on her lips. Marinette instantly tried to figure out something she might have done wrong. To her surprise Chloé winced visibly and when she spoke her tone had changed.

"I already ate. I'm eating at a… classmate's house … okay, Daddy … It's the Dupain-Cheng bakery … no rush."

She hung up and prodded an untouched portion of tofu and vegetables on her plate with her fork.

"I have to go home."

It was the weirdest experience for Marinette, feeling upset at that news.

“Well, honey,” Sabine broke the stalemate, “Would you like to take anything home? I may not work at a Michelin hotel, but I like to think my food is good the next day too.”

Chloé cast around the table. Marinette was holding her breath. Chloé eventually mumbled, “Some of those gougères, maybe?”

Sabine nodded, “Right. Okay everyone, clear.”

Marinette stood, grabbing her plate and a nearby server. Her dad hastily shoveled several more bites into his mouth before grabbing as many plates as his big hands could carry. After a pace, Chloé even picked up her own plate and followed Marinette like a lost puppy to the kitchen. By the time the plates were scraped and stacked, Sabine had bagged up several puffs and pressed the bag into Chloé’s hands. “Marinette, why don’t you see our guest downstairs? Take care, Miss Bourgeois. You are welcome to come again.”

Chloé stood there for a moment, bag held in front of her like a shield, then without warning launched herself at Sabine, nearly knocking the smaller woman over as she threw her arms around her.

Sabine braced herself, and patted the girl gently on the back, “Bao bei.”

Chloé disentangled, shot Marinette an embarrassed glance, then dashed for the stairs.

Marinette had the space of time it took her to follow to try and catch up mentally again. She found Chloé looking out the door to the shop and stepped up beside her. “Did this help? Can you see what I mean?”

The bag crinkled in Chloé’s hands. “Don’t ask me that right now. I have to go home and sit by myself in my room, unless I can convince Sabrina to come over. I probably shouldn’t yell, right?”

“There are other ways to do things.”

“People say ‘no’.”

Marinette gave a little laugh at that. “Yeah, asking is a lot scarier, believe me.”

“You don’t like me, Marinette. Why did you do all this? And don’t give me some high-and-mighty Ladybug talk. You’re just a normal person, like me.”

Marinette shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Everyone wants to beat their bully. I do too. I just saw a way to maybe have a person left when the bully was gone.” She glanced sidelong at the other girl, “How did I do?”

Blue eyes met blue. Chloé looked away and crossed her arms, bagheld in one hand. “I’m going to take you off my list, Marinette. I guess I should take everyone off for now, so maybe that isn’t so special. You’ll be at the top of the list of people who aren’t on my list though. That’s the best I can do for now.”

Chloé’s limo pulled up outside. Chloé tried the door, then Marinette unlocked it for her. “It’s a start.” Marinette had a flash of inspiration and added, “I’ll tell you a secret. It’s not losing if your new self is the one to take down your old self.”

They exchanged another look, then Chloé stepped out into the evening. Marinette locked the door behind her and watched years of problems get into a limo and ride away, maybe for the last time.

“That was the Chloé, right?” her mother’s voice startled her, even being soft.

Her mother knew the answer, she wasn’t really asking, she was prompting again. “Yeah.” Marinette touched the window, “It was.”

“You’re not going to New York, then?”

“No, even before all this I had decided. I have too much to do here to run away around the world. Then I saw… I don’t understand it, Mom.”

“You weren’t raised to understand cruelty. Maybe I should have shared more of what is out there sooner, but I never wanted to add too many shadows to your world of color.”

“Does this mean I can’t be mad for all the things she did?”

“Of course you can. Pain is pain, and it hurts. This just means there might be a way to stop the pain and heal, rather than having to cut off that wounded part of you, like so many do.”

Marinette thought about that. The idea made her smile. She wasn’t sure, but she was hopeful. “Thanks, Mom.”

“I’m proud of you, ma choue.”

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End Note:

Sabine uses the phrases on purpose. Mandarin for Chloe so she won't necessarily understand it. It's more for the tone and the action. It could easily have been 'there there' but Sabine's a mom and her heart also goes out to a child, so she uses the term of endearment.

For Marinette she switches, so that it's not the same phrase she used for Chloé so close. Each child should feel special.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #Rewriting the end of Queen Wasp #marinette dupain cheng #chloe bourgeois #sabine cheng #Audrey Bourgeois #Tom Dupain #emotions!!! #ml fic #ML Queen Wasp #ML season 2 #badass Marinette #Good Parent Sabine

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

How would you rewrite Chloé without redeeming her? Just curious.

Well, for one thing, it would involve taking Lila and just...

Doing that to her.

One of the biggest problems with Chloe being an full-time antagonist from Season 4 and onwards is how often she and Lila fight for screentime when they're basically the same character, a high school mean girl with an irrational hatred of Marinette. Cutting her would make it much easier to give Chloe more screentime and focus as an antagonist.

With that being said, I wouldn't really change much about Chloe's appearances for the first season. She's still snobby, egotistical, and throws around her father's name like it's a boomerang. The first half of Season 2 would also be the same until "Queen Wasp". The attempted train-heculiar manslaughter still happens, only Chloe doesn't transform in public, and she faces a lot more backlash for what she did from the heroes, with Ladybug being especially furious because her parents were on board.

If you want, you could have Ladybug and Cat Noir argue about how to treat Chloe after this, with both sides making points about how she's capable of becoming better or worse, each side citing their experiences with her in their civilian lives. That way, it places more ambiguity over Chloe's arc, establishing that nobody knows how her development could go.

Queen Wasp happens the same way, only you can throw in something about the Miraculous making it hard for Hawkmoth to determine who's underneath the mask. For now, Ladybug isn't sure how to really punish Chloe other than taking away the Bee Miraculous, because as much as she hates her, she doesn't want to use her influence to make anyone's life miserable.

It wouldn't matter anyway, as in "Malediktator", the public now has a low opinion of Queen Bee, which helps drive Chloe to want to move out of Paris with her mother, attempting to make up with her the best she can. It's not perfect, but Chloe is so upset, she wants to get out any way she can. Malediktator still attacks, but Ladybug only chooses Chloe because of how desperate the situation is and she doesn't have time to find a new candidate and give them the basic rundown with Cat Noir being captured. Queen Bee of course saves the day, which helps public perception of her, they still have the party, and she helps out in "Heroes Day" too, becoming almost as beloved as the other heroes.

This leads into Season 3, which shows Chloe starting to act more like a hero in public, partially because she likes the attention, but also because she is opening up to the whole "helping people" thing. This shows her starting to get better, with fragments of her older self motivating it. We see her helping out a few times like the other temp heroes, only her cover is blown by Gabriel or Nathalie, who choose to target her during "Miraculer". Once again, that episode is basically the same, with Chloe rejecting an Akuma, Mayura attempting to get Queen Bee to join the dark side, and Ladybug benching Queen Bee for now.

This seems to have a negative effect on Chloe, as rather than see it as being for her own safety, she sees it as Ladybug taking away her chance to be liked. Chloe seems to be aware that people hate her, and as far as she sees it, compared to her civilian life, people seem to care more about her as Queen Bee than Chloe Bourgeois. The ironic thing is that Chloe believes that she needs the Bee Miraculous to be a hero, not seeing how simply doing good things in her civilian life counts too.

The second half of Season 3 is also the same, with Ladybug recruiting new temp heroes, only with Chloe slowly growing more jealous at other people getting to be heroes and not her. It's clear that while she initially means well, Chloe is starting to lean more into the idea that the best part of being a hero is the attention, not helping people.

The context behind "Miracle Queen" changes a bit, as instead of whatever the hell Heart Hunter was supposed to be, it's just Malediktator, the first Akuma Queen Bee ever fought. Chloe gets excited, as this means Ladybug has to help her, right? Nope. In an echo of the last time, Ladybug only recruited Ryuko because she was easily available, not just to ruin Kagami's date with Adrien.

This sends Chloe over the edge, as she now believes that Ladybug never valued her as a hero, making it easy for Hawkmoth to temp her with the Bee Miraculous. Chloe then becomes Miracle Queen, essentially saying "If Ladybug thinks I can't be a hero because of that ridiculous identity rule, then nobody else gets to be a hero either!"

When things are all resolved in a similar manner to canon, Ladybug and Cat Noir are disappointed with Chloe, as they actually thought she was getting better, only for her own impulsive actions to endanger her own allies' identities and forcing Ladybug to become the Guardian. Ladybug tells Chloe's parents what happens, and Andre grounds Chloe, meaning she can't use her Daddy to get out of trouble next season. Not even Adrien and Sabrina are willing to stand by her side after what she did.

From then on, Season 4 shows Chloe needing to become more resourceful, coming up with convincing lies and plans to get her revenge on Ladybug for supposedly ruining her life (when she doesn't get that it was her own fault this happened to her), and to generally go back to bullying her classmates. Eventually, she becomes a confidant of Gabriel because he recognizes how smart she can be when she puts her mind to things. The whole idea is that after being one of her greatest supporters, Chloe becomes one of Ladybug's greatest enemies.

There. With that, I put more focus into Chloe becoming better, showing her slipping into a darker mindset, and setting up how she would act after facing consequences for her actions in addition to providing a different form of character development by showing her becoming smarter as a result of her setbacks and embracing her new role as a villain. It's not perfect, but I think I put more thought into the betrayal than the writers did.

What did you all think? If you have any ideas for how an irredeemable Chloe could work, I'd be open to hearing it.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #mirculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #chloe bourgeois #queen bee #queen b

[lunaris-the-hummingbird]

Just some random thoughts on the 3rd Arc (Spoilers Below, Swearing)

Honestly, I think the 3rd Arc would have been better if it was a self-contained story.

No traveling to Pyrrhia, no characters from the 2nd or 1st Arc. Animus magic wouldn't be taken away (Boa might still have done that, but since we never travel back to Pyrrhia, we never know).

I mean, it feels like the main characters of the 1st and 2nd Arc had their time to shine, and with their addition to the 3rd Arc... I can't help but think that they take precious time away from the characters we're supposed to follow. Sure, it's nice to see them again, but personally, I'm just here for the Pantalan dragons.

There were so many things that were set up and NEVER resolved or utilized.

The Chrysalis? Just a couple chapters in a book, then NOTHING. Where's the big uprising? Where's the part where SilkWing slaves gain the courage to fight off their masters? "Oh, SilkWings are so helpless they need help from Pyrrhia dragons to save them!" I call bullshit.

Flamesilks in the cavern? Forgotten.

Queen Wasp? Surprise! She got kicked out of the big baddie role for fucking scavenger, and then she just got a slap on the wrist for all the shit she did. We don't even have the satisfaction of watching her be defeated, we were told. She was an amazing villain, and it's such a shame she was swept under the rug.

Don't get me started on scavengers suddenly becoming a big part of the story for... some reason? Honestly, they should have just stayed unintelligible rats, IMO. Humans are always a big part of basically every dragon book in existence, and it grinds my gears SO MUCH that WoF did the same. I'm here for the DRAGONS, I don't want to read about humans! I thought you were different 😩!

The ending of TFoH was so goddamn rushed, I kept looking at the pages, thinking, "What? That's the end of the book???? Where's the rest of it?"

It's just... the canon story is a clusterfuck. I love The Lost Continent, The Hive Queen, and The Poison Jungle (mostly), but the lackluster ending really soured my experience. I don't know if I could ever read it again because the ending is just so disappointing.

It's such a shame. Because I really do LOVE the dragons of Pantala. HiveWings, SilkWings, and LeafWings. The designs of Pantalan dragons are so interesting and fun! I can't help myself but keep drawing them. That won't ever change.

#i haven't read the 3rd arc in forever #so please take it with a grain of salt #wof arc 3 #wings of fire #wof #the lost continent #the hive queen #the poison jungle #the dangerous gift #the flames of hope

[onesaltyerik]

Deranged Ramblings of A Technoblade fan

Ok I don't know how to blog for shit and I've not slept in two days so yall are now gonna suffer as I throw out my thoughts to the universe.

Technoblade, the character, is often depicted as wearing a corset and while I've not seen anyone complain about it being "unrealistic" because lets be real here the SBI is made up of a perpetually tired bird man, a bard with a habit of destroying countries, a vaguely anthropormorphised to straight up anime elf prince pig depending on the artist, and a Tommy; a corset is the LEAST of one's worries ya know?

Anywho, corsets on a warrior. Being a semi-qualified art historian and an enthusiast in fashion and medieval armour, it is ACTUALLY plausible!

As the common discourse goes, a PROPERLY FITTED and NON-TIGHTLACED corset is actually very comfortable to wear. They were literally designed to support the chest and help with posture despite the common modern idea of the corset being cruel and blah blah blah literally everyone who's worn a proper corset can vouch that it's actually quite comfy. (Myself included, shut up men can wear corsets too.) And depending on the type of corset, they can be very flexible to allow for movement. The type of corset would be the one to look at when determining realism, in this case we got full corsets that are kinda like vests, underbust corsets, and mid corsets. Your full size corset provides the most support as it distributes the weight of the bust around your waist and shoulders, with some types of underbusts doing similar. Seeing as unless c/Techno has a bust size in need of support, this probably isn't gonna be the one worn most in battle as, while corsets can be moved pretty easily in, they were not made in the intention to be worn into battle.

An underbust would be more flexible and still provide any sort of support, and a mid-torso corset probably wouldn't provide the same amount of support but would still help with supporting one's back, especially when riding a horse or walking for a long time and trust me good back support is a BOON when you're wearing armour. On that front, while a corset that has boning made of baleen, metal, or bone might provide some protection to slashing attacks, and distribution of impact to an extent, against an arrow/axe/well placed sword strike, not great. That's the point of wearing a gambison and armour in general. A gambeson acts as a means of keeping armour from touching the skin and chaffing, as well as providing an extra layer of squish between the body and the weapon. You can actually just wear a gembeson when fighting in a pinch, it won't exactly protect against an axe or flail or mace or arrow, but much like a corset slashing damage will be diminished.

So, as for wearing a corset while also wearing armour, to look fashionable but still provide protection, I would say the best way to do so would be to wear a mid-torso corset with a gambeson style interior, and a crop top style gambeson over the top and half-breast plate over that. Would I wear it into battle? Absolutly not. Would it provide protection during a display of power in a parade? Yes. Is it better than nothing? Also yes. Am I going to draw this at some point? Absofuckinlutely! The more likely form, and one that would be very interesting to see that I have yet to see any artist (so far) make, would be a wasp-waist style of breastplate armour. At that point you basically have a full on metal corset that's way more effective than just wearing the weirdly layered bits of corsetry and armour that was previously mentioned. Anyways, I am sleep deprived and have definitley missed a few points but I hope whoever has read this enjoyed the ramblings ok goodnight.

#dsmp #technoblade #please don't hate me I'm very tired #i need to draw that description cause I don't think any of that made sense #sleepy bois inc

[dragynkeep]

Y'know Miles how easy it would be to transition from blacksun to bees without all the ship wars? All you had to do was end blacksun in start of v3. Just a quip from Blake to Yang that she dated Sun in the interim between v2-3 after the dance. They had their fun but broke things off as it was a one off fling and with Sun going back to Vacuo after the tournament and both agreeing maintaining a long distance relationship wouldn't work out. They separate mutually as friends and that was that. Also don't have Sun follow Blake but Yang instead or just have Blake on a solo journey. Could've avoided all that pointless build up for nothing and pulling things out of your ass to retroactively justify the shitty romance that you pretend was a slow burn but was in fact just terribly written and admitting it would incriminate yourself and cause the wasps to sting harder than they already do.

As much as I love Sun, his inclusion in the Menagerie arc was tedious at best because he was just there to push Blake through her development so that there wasn't anything that would impact BB when she returned to Yang.

If anything, I'd have accepted this route more than just dragging Blacksun around for 6 Volumes, giving them the development with each other while Yang developed better relationships with other people, and then shove them together with nothing actually working for the ship.

Or, just maybe, don't have such romantic scenes where Blake literally kissed Sun goodbye, something she has never done with anyone else, and then deciding that because BB is more popular, that's the ship that's gonna happen.

#rwby #rwde #blake belladonna #sun wukong #yang xiao long #anti blacksun #anti bb #answered #luke.txt

[terry-perry]

Hey you can Peter balled x reader ? Reader Is ghost( no ghost dead ghost like ant-man and wasp) and she’s scared and feel pain but Peter is alway for help ?

Reader is over 18

Her pained moans were all he heard in the haunting halls of Hawkins Labs. Like everything else that goes on in that place, mostly everyone turned a deaf ear to it.

Everyone but him.

He couldn't explain it, but his heart broke at the sound of her whimpers. Looking at his surroundings, he saw the coast was clear and slipped into her room where she was recovering. At least Papa had the decency to let her have some rest after she tested out her powers for the day.

"How are you feeling? Any better?"

She sat up from her bed. Even in the state she was in, he could see hers had widened slightly upon seeing him enter. They softened then once she realized it was him and did her best to smile.

"It still hurts," she admitted, her voice croaked. She hoped she was phasing enough so that he wouldn't be able to see her tears.

Her molecular instability was something she had to deal with her whole life. Her family couldn't find any real answers to it, which led them to leave her at Hawkins Lab. They did nothing but train her and force her to fight through the pain as they watched in amazement how she could phase through objects.

Peter himself gave up who he was a long time ago. His new identity as an orderly still needed work, but at least it came with knowing her.

With cautious steps, he approached her. His hands reached out to her, silently asking her to take them. She was hesitant, already expecting the worst. She seemed to be right about worrying since when she did decide to reach out, her hands went right through his. The disappointment clearer on her face than before.

"It's all right," and yet he kept on smiling at her. "Try again. Relax."

She looked up at that sweet face she'd grown so fond of. He was one of the very few in that place who saw her as so much more than an experiment. Giving a small smile back, she focused on her hands and relaxed. Concentrating on them enough, they took more of a solid form as she placed them over his.

She gasped in disbelief at the sight. But he just kept smiling, he knew she could do it.

#henry creel #x reader #peter ballard #001 x reader #imagine #henry creel imagine #request #001 stranger things #drabble #oneshot #001 #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader #stranger things #one stranger things #stranger things fanfic #peter ballard x y/n #peter ballard imagine #peter ballard x you #peter ballard angst #henry creel fanfic #henry creel x you #henry creel x y/n

[a-silver-dragoness]

Hey, wouldn't be cool if Wasp was the big bad villain of TFOH instead of Cottonmouth?

Instead of being stuck in the Abyss for half the book, instead of experiencing things that happen second hand (through visions), we could experience them first hand?

"Face a great evil with talons united

Or none of the tribes will survive."

Could certainly apply to Wasp! She now has control of all HiveWings, and a good chunk of LeafWings. There could have been this awesome stealth operation, or a huge battle, or both.

"A secret far below

May save those brave enough to look."

A very weird thing to say when the Abyss is literally trying to control every dragon species. Makes me think that the last two books of Arc 3 didn't have much planning. I'm trying to understand how "save those brave enough to look" and the Abyss go together.

But anyways, I think defeating Wasp would've been a better ending than a villain that hasn't been present most of the arc (were there any hints of Cottonmouth in the books before TFOH?).

#wof spoilers #wings of fire spoilers #wof #wings of fire #the flames of hope #the flames of hope spoilers #queen wasp

[theelast-straw]

Get To Know Me Tag

tagged by @befuddledcinnamonroll & @infinitelyprecious ty <3

Do you make your bed?

Only if visitors are coming over lol. My sleep schedule is kinda very fucked so you never know when I'm just gonna fall into bed and pass out anyway

What’s your favorite number?

I don't think I really have a favorite number? 13 maybe?

What is your job?

Uni student. Communication and media studies with a minor in musicology. Though I'm not taking any musicology classes rn and plan to change that to art-media-aesthetic education next semester

If you could go back to school, would you?

Depends. If it's the school I went to from grade 5-10? Hell no. Some of my experiences there were funny looking back but the place was kind of a hellhole. But the school I did my Abitur at? Sure, why not. It was very art and design oriented so the people there were pretty chill and I had some fun classes.

Can you parallel park?

I can't even drive lmao

A job you had that would surprise people?

Well the only job I ever really had was a minijob at a distribution center where I packed boxes for about three years. Which I'd say is a pretty basic job for a uni student so there's nothing really surprising on my resume yet

Though I guess some people might be surprised that I studied biology for a bit before switching to something more media related?

Do you think aliens are real?

That kind of depends on the definition of "aliens" here. Do I think there's life on other planets, however small it may be? Absolutely. I think it'd be more unrealistic to expect that there is not a single other planet with at least some microorganisms in the entire universe. Intelligent life though? Not sure. The universe is huge so I wouldn't count it out but if other intelligent life is out there, I don't think we'll ever find it.

Can you drive a manual car?

Again: I can't even drive haha

What’s your guilty pleasure?

I don't really have one. If I like something, I like it, nothing guilty about that. I think with the kinda hellhole school I went to, I learned pretty quickly that sometimes you just have to be yourself and the people who don't like that can just stay the hell away from you lol

Tattoos?

None. I'd love to get some but I'm kinda afraid of that commitment (and also I don't have that kinda money lmao)

Favorite color?

Black, purples, light blues & greens, pink and anything pastel, really

Favorite type of music?

Ohhh if you've seen me talk about music on here before, you likely know that most of my playlists are pretty whiplash inducing lmao. I'm not really picky about genres so I kinda just listen to anything? If I vibe with it, it goes in the playlist so sometimes you end up jumping from metal to a ballad to dubstep lol. I guess my favorite genres would be kpop, metal & rock?

My favorite band ever is BMTH, my current #1 kpop group is Ateez and my favorite singers are DPR Ian and Crywolf and I actually think that sums up my taste in music pretty well haha

Do you like puzzles?

Used to love 'em as a kid but haven't really done one in ages. I did actually consider buying one just a couple of days ago but I promised myself to keep my spending that day below 20€ and I ended up buying a book about Caspar David Friedrich instead... maybe next time haha

Any phobias?

Heights. And wasps, kind of, but I've gotten much better at dealing weith those. Heights though, I absolutely can not deal with. I guess a fear of falling is also a big part of that bc ladders are too much for me already but I'm fine on airplanes lol

Favorite childhood sport?

I was the "I'll take the bad grade for forgetting my sports clothes again if it keeps me away from any kind of ball" kinda kid so.. none haha. Unless you count Just Dance as a sport

Do you talk to yourself?

All the time

What movies do you adore?

Movies are much like music for me, I'm not really picky about genres. If it keeps me entertained I like it and I'm pretty easily entertained haha. But I'd have to say my favorite movies are The Fifth Element and Scream (the 1996 one ofc). I'm also a big fan of the Halloween movies but I don't think I really have a favorite one out of those.

Coffee or tea?

Tea all the way. I like coffee too but if I had to choose I'd pick tea every time.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

Hmm, I went through a couple of different dream jobs as a kid but the first thing I remember wanting to be was a fashion designer haha

Idk who's been tagged in this yet so... no pressure and feel free to ignore this if you've done it already lol @sparklyeyedhimbo @buddhamethods @supanuts @aylinaliens @nozunhinged @bunnakit @zoinkssc00b @lukaherehelp

#tagged #tag game #get to know me #about me

[lunarspiral1127]

So, my best friend and I saw Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania for free thanks to a buddy who got us free admission vouchers. After some processing, I'd give it a 6/10 and it being a meh start to Phase 5. But there's a character that I wanna talk and that's MODOK.

*SPOILERS FOR ANT-MAN 3*

Let's be real here. MODOK wasn't gonna work in live action. At least, not in CGI. Cause dear lord, we laughed so hard when he was revealed without his mask on. My best friend said that he looked like Humpty Dumpty! I can't unsee that!😆 Like, MODOK in the Marvel's Avengers game was done better than the MCU version.

But, despite how goofy he looked, I hate that MODOK was Darren Cross from the first Ant-Man movie. He could've just died in that movie as Yellowjacket, but instead the Quantumania had him be found by Kang and remade him to be MODOK when he was all mangled up. Which is bullcrap cause it's supposed to be George Tarleton, leader of AIM(which I don't even know if t he MCU ever touched upon that criminal orginization). I don't know why this decision was made, nor do I know why he was even in this movie, cause you can replace him with someone else and there'd be no difference.

MODOK can be a threat in the comics and in some animated shows, despite how he looks. Here, he's just a minion and at times a punching bag and you can't really take him seriously, especially with his stretched out CGI'd face.

MODOK's butt.....why did that have to be shown? That didn't need to be seen.

Why does he keep taking his mask off nearly every time he's on screen?! He looked more menacing with it on than without it. Hell his voice module sounded more serious than his normal voice. Seriously, I keep laughing at how goofy he looks with that face.

In the movie, MODOK has a really bad redemption because Cassie told him to stop being a dick....I'm not kidding, that's how he's convinced to betray Kang. By not being a dick. 😆 I get that the movie was trying to have him be Darren again, his own person and not be a servant to a conqueror who didn't treat him well, but it could've been written better than "Don't be a dick, Darren!"

MODOK dies....yep. And, it's really really awkward. Cause he was saying stuff like he saw Scott as a brother to him and that he'll die as an Avenger before he died. And Scott, Hank, and Hope had to go along with it cause I think they feel sorry for them? It was really weird. Like, no way in hell that those things are true, especially all things he did before. Darren was gonna sell the Yellowjacket and the Ant-Man suits to Hydra and the Ten Rings, and he threatened to kill Cassie, Paxton (whose not in this movie for some reason), and other innocent people before he became MODOK. Hell, he tried to kill Cassie and Hank in this movie as well as helping Kang kill even more people in the Quantum realm! Why the hell would I feel sad for him dying when his redemption was poorly executed? Sorry, but I wasn't sad that he died.

But, yeah, MODOK was....that. And so much for him. This is one of those characters that wouldn't work in live action and should've stayed in the comics and animated shows. If you like this version of MODOK, that's fine, but I'm not a fan of this version.

#mcu modok #mcu criticism #mcu critical #marvel critical #marvel criticism #ant-man and the wasp quantumania spoilers #anti mcu #anti marvel #anti marvel cinematic universe

[blueguydraws]

While designing them I wanted to go for a cuckoo wasp meets tropical plants vibe, since  most people think of butterflies when thinking of vivid insects, but wasps and other less pleasant ones can be just as colorful. 

Their size on average is between a wolf and a tiger. The black dot above its shoulder is one of its eyes. Its brain is also in its bust/chest. The “head” is just the mouth with a single large closable nostril above it. The mouth is hidden between two folded arm-like mandibles with clawed hands at the end, each hand has 3 fingers. They use these to grab smaller prey and bring it to the mouth which looks like something between a beak and teeth. It can turn its eyes inside (similarly to sharks) to protect them and also bring a harder shell over it. 

The two spike-like appendages are actually soft and bendable, but still stiff, kinda like the tail of a dromaeosaur, they are also easily movable to any position . For their much smaller ancestors these functioned like the whiskers of cats to feel their surroundings, but they use them now to balance and help at sharp turns while running so they essentially function as the tail of big cats. These are also covered in small pores through which they can smell the air like how snakes do it with their tongue, they have an excellent smell. 

The two foldable fingers on their single back leg can be used to give better traction while running or to give a more stable support. The foldable fingers on the front can also give better traction, but are mainly for latching onto larger prey and to cause injuries.

Their ears are just before the back leg.

They are very social and live in packs of 6-7 on average. 

Reproduction: to choose who is the strongest, most ideal, they have rituals in which they stand up on their back leg and display their bright iridescent colors on their stomach and also showing off their whole body by opening up their talons making themselves as wide with their “tails” as possible. All of this usually includes a bit of roughhousing but rarely an actual fight. When one of them gets chosen after this, they use a long organ similar to the proboscis of butterflies, expandable from under their mouth to plant an egg/seed into the ground.

Which grows into something that resembles a tree but has more in common with corrals in their function. They will start to bring prey to it and put them at the base of it, after a few hours the “tree” grows and moves its roots into it and starts to digest the prey. The lifespan of a tree like this is anywhere between 2-4 years. When the tree dies they quickly plant a new one.

The body of these animals is cyclically producing 2 small flying creatures that carry the genetic material of their “parent”, they are born from behind a membrane under their tails and above the ears. These creatures have no mouth nor digestive systems so they have to be quick, their mission is to find one of those trees and fertilize it. The part wich resembles a beak has many holes in it and is actually used for smelling, their eyes are great but smell and pheromones play a big part in finding and choosing the right tree, from smell it can tell how good is the soil it was planted in, how much food it gets or how fit was the animal that planted it (they also avoid accidental incest this way). Once they found the ideal tree they use their long tongue-like appendage released from their beak-like structure to fertilize the tree through its flowers (not included in the drawing) that they grow when they grow large enough and not yet “pregnant”. After this the tree start to grow 2-3 animals in its underground “wombs”, it takes about a year but when they hatch they are already half the size of the adults, can walk, eat solid food and could even hunt in a few days if they wouldn't have to get practice in like, walking in the forest and stuff. But in a few weeks they are fully productive members of the pack once they get strong enough. They can afford to have even only 2 cubs a year because infant mortality is almost nonexistent and the young ones can serve the group very quickly.

Their colors on the stomach can be “turned off” like the skin of chameleons to not make prey animals notice them. Changes in them can also indicate health, mood and can be used for limited communication.

The inspiration for their anatomy, mainly for their eye, brain and mouth placement, was by how many fish have very expandable jaws, while their head is basically in one piece with their body. The fishes that we derived from evolved necks to have more mobility to the jaw, but what if some other fish would rather just made the jaw more and more flexible while it could leave the head still in one piece with the body.

Of course males and females are not a thing for them.

#alien #creature design #speculative biology #speculative zoology #creature #monster #design #biology #alien creature