#oh god i'm terrified of putting this in the main tag

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! Mom anon here! After playing through Chapter 6, my mom is terrified for Yuu's well-being.

First off, she was scared for life and crying her eyes out when Grim, Vil and Jamil were taken away. She especially felt bad for Kalim and Trey throughout the chapter. She also got deeply concerned because Ramshackle was destroyed.

As each boy was taken away, my mother got more scared and was pissed at Idia. She did understand he didn't want to do this though. She also refused to believe Ortho could do any harm.

When Crowley got taken away, she legit didn't even feel bad for him.

When the boys were being taken away, she thought Leona letting Riddle nap on his lap was kinda cute. She was shook at the reveal that Idia was from a famous family. "Still a capitalist I see" was what she said about Azul.

She was crying about Deuce and Ace. Crewel is now her favorite teacher.

She found it sweet that Epel and Rook wanted to save Vil but pitied Yuu.

She thought the whole gaming part was hilarious as well as her favorite.

Now Rook is her second favorite character.

She was crying for Ortho and Grim the whole chapter.

She felt really bad for Malleus because it reminded her of when she was a teenager. Let's just say my mom used to think she didn't need friends bit it all changed when she started warming up to people.

She was so proud of Epel for getting his unique magic.

Vil kissing Epel, Rook and Yuu was so sweet.

She thought the team ups were interesting especially Jamil and Leona.

Lol she thought the monsters were a fuss.

The Shroud brothers' backstory made her BAWL her eyes out but she was also angrily wondering where the parents were.

She felt bad for Vil turning old and was happy to see him get his young self back.

White haired Riddle is her new favorite thing.

The reunion was sweet to her, especially with ADeuce, Grim and Yuu.

She now calls Malleus "Our Lord and Savior, MalMal"

She's happy that Ramshackle got fixed.

Mama legit bursted into tears of joy when she saw Ortho again. "OH MY GOD!! He's a part of the first years! I'm so happy!"

Overall, she's glad that everything's fine for now.

Now she's worried for Malleus and all of Diasomnia. The trailer for Chapter 7 made her shout "Don't you dare try to put everyone to sleep, Tsunotaro!!"

Crowley is still on her hit list 😂.

[Here’s the other installments for the Mom Anon: Ep 2 / Ep 3 / Ep 4 / Ep 5]

There’s no Ep 1 for Heartslabyul—

Hello again and welcome back!

While I do enjoy chatting about TWST 😅 I ask that you try to cut down on the size of your asks for the future; this one and the episode 5 one have been particularly bulky. I understand that this is likely a function of the main story getting progressively longer, but please try to do your best to summarize the most relevant points.

Making each line is a new point doesn’t leave me with a lot that is meaningful to comment on, so parts of my response may be short or skip over some sections altogether 💦

Thank you for understanding! 🙏 I’m going to spoiler tag this response since 6 is just starting to be released for EN and I don’t want to spoil anyone that wants to go in blind.

I think episode 6 definitely has one of the most bombastic starts of all the main story episodes, and it manages to maintain that momentum for quite a bit. No one was quite expecting the mass raid and kidnapping 😂 we were just joking around about Vil kicking down the door and dragging Idia away from his video games kicking and screaming. 6 is when we get a lot of payoff for all of the OBs that have already transpired earlier in the plot, so the fear really kicks in. It also gives an opportunity for the non-OB boys to step up and do something in the absence of key members of their respective dorms (ie maintain order and keep the mob students from panicking).

There was an initial outcry when the first part of episode 6 released, with the rage being directed at Idia. A lot of people believed that he was the one responsible for the kidnappings and that he would subject the OB boys to unspeakable horrors as test subjects 😔 but it later turns out he’s an unwilling participant (his parents ordered him to), and the experiments mainly consist of simulated battles and playing video games. The test subjects also torment Idia as much as he torments them sooo I guess it’s even?? I just wish people hadn’t jumped to conclusions or had been so reactionary. I understand feeling worried for the safety of the characters, but some of the things being said at the time definitely weren’t warranted and went too far 💦

Something that episode 6 does well is demonstrating the bonds that have been built between the various characters in the core cast. There’s determination in Ace and Deuce rushing in to protect their friends, Pomefiore and Yuu going out of their way to rescue Vil and Grim, the strength of the vices (+ Kalim) and the NRC staff staying behind to keep the school together, and the various OB boys teaming up to venture into S.T.Y.X.’s headquarters. Everyone bands together and tries working things out in their own ways. Yeah, they hit a few (okay, a LOT of) bumps in the road, but they’re able to pull it off in the end. 6 definitely gave me a lot of food for thought, especially on the OB boys and how they have changed since their initial appearances. (I wrote this analysis of the various groupings!) I’m looking forward to rereading the localization of 6 in EN just to experience the magic again 😤

dbjssbkwns It’s good to know that Rook’s getting some appreciation 😂 He’s really the one driving this whole rescue mission with his unique magic/signature spell, so he deserves the praise!

I was in the same boat as Rook, Epel, and Yuu when Vil asked if he could hug and kiss them! I was shocked that he could be so affectionate bfjsbsksns and even funnier, that means Vil’s the first of the TWST cast to canonically kiss the player (most likely on the cheek). The TWST OC/TWSTsona community likes to romantically ship their own Yuus with various boys in the cast (and a lot of us initially got into TWST thinking it was a dating sim), so Vil giving a kiss of thanks is kind of a funny (but probably unintentional) subversion of that.

First it was Deuce in 5, then it’s Epel getting his unique magic/signature spell in 6! (I’m hoping this means Ace discovers his in 7 😭) I really liked that Rook served as a mentor figure to Epel and helped to guide him in stilling his nerves and directing his newly discovered magic! He’s like a proud parent…

Episode 6 is notorious for its time-gating snd restrictive battles (which were not seen in previous episodes). This can be very frustrating so 💦 I hope the EN players are prepared to deal with it! Some of the battles are super tough and will require a diverse card pool to achieve victory. Luckily though, some time can be saved because the JP players have already figured out and posted the answers to some of the puzzles online.

I think the Shroud brothers’ backstory was the only one of the OB boys that made me cry 🥲 It was just so emotionally resonant in a way that the others weren’t. (I also wrote an analysis about Idia, Ortho, and coping with loss, if you’re interested in that!) I believe the commonly accepted theory is that the Shroud parents are absent or hands-off when it comes to child rearing; there’s subtle hints of it throughout 6, such as Idia saying his parents care more about getting results than their son’s feelings and how it is the researchers that check on Idia a few years after Ortho’s passing rather than the Shroud parents.

Vil turning old in his selfless effort to save Idia was a clever way to incorporate the “hag” form of the Evil Queen for whom he is twisted from. It also helps his character arc come full circle 🥺 when he repeats the same words Rook spoke to him at the end of episode 5… “In this moment, I am the fairest of them all”, while looking old and decrepit… It shows that Vil has come to truly love himself in spite of how others may perceive him.

dbksbwjxnsk?vdhw Albino hair goldfishie is cute 🥰

The reunion of everyone at the end was one of the best parts of 6 (though let’s be fair, 6 had a LOT of really bangin’ parts), especially considering that this is happening so close to “the end”. You come to see and appreciate just how far you—and, by extension—all of these characters have come, the genuine friendships they’ve formed… and how that’s all going to go away very, VERY soon (due to Lilia and Malleus’s ominous conversation about the brevity of human life, and how the bonds they form make them stronger). You just KNOW the next episode will tackle mortality, loneliness, and losing the ones you love most (particularly because Yuu finding a way home will become relevant again). It makes 6’s ending super bittersweet.

Ramshackle gets fixed and we get to enjoy that luxury for all of 5 seconds before heading home—

I was so pumped seeing Ortho finally being realized as his own person and a student independent of Idia 😭 He’s the robot that was able to turn into a “real boy”, against all odds. He was able to take that 0.01% and turn that slim possibility into 100%. Ortho has definitely earned his spot at school and in all of our hearts!!

I didn’t really care what happened to Crowley when I was actually playing 6, but now I want 7 to explain what he was up to during that time 🤔 Like, we never know what he was being asked about or if he was actually being interviewed at all??? I just think it’s suspicious that we’re being left in the dark about those details.

On a final note, let’s talk Malleus! I think his general struggle is something many people can relate to. Loneliness is something we’ve all experienced one way or another. Even if we’re surrounded by tons and tons of people, we can still feel isolated and alone because there’s a component of loneliness that comes from doubt, and self-imposed circumstances. In Malleus’s case, he’s so used to loneliness that it has become his status quo, and this isolation is not only perpetuated by others but also unknowingly by himself in the little ways he acts—the arrogance, the standoffishness, etc. It can even difficult to be the one to reach out, because it involves a degree of being vulnerable yourself, of letting others “see” you as you are, rather than as the front you put up for the sake of saving grace or upholding a particular image. I hope that anyone who has ever felt like this is able to overcome it and find good company as your mom has 🙏

Episode 7 ahoy! If part 1 is of any indication, we’re in for a very… exciting ride 😇 in which Malleus may or may not take any means necessary to prevent his friends and family from leaving him—

#Vil Schoenheit #Pomefiore #Rook Hunt #Malleus Draconia #Idia Shroud #Ortho Shroud #Ignihyde #Epel Felmier #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #advice #Deuce Spade #Dire Crowley #Yuu #Grim

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

Re: analysing Ryan: he's the "love to hate" character in the best possible way (for me, at least). So far he comes across as the most competent in his family and it makes him such a great antagonist; like, his mother is fixated on superficial details(whether Onyx acts graceful or not) over matter(whether he completes tasks or not) and his brother is basically a rich kid bully: the moment he realises he's on equal footing with someone or that confrontation may not end in his favour, Cadran folds like a wet newspaper(at least that's the vibe I'm getting so far). So far, Ryan feels like someone who would be just as functional out of the lap of luxury as he is in one; he can work(or quickly learn to work) his way if not back into lap of luxury, then to being seen as(mostly) a reasonable authority figure position and resources that come with this - and this is what makes him terrifying in a very grounded way (unlike his brother or mother, who seem more set in their ways as rich assholes). Also, we already have indirect proof of Ryan's competence as a whumper - Onyx's behaviour. He's the guy who conditioned him to behave as the perfect servant and supressed Onyx's memories of whatever life he had before serving the royal family. Ryan is ruthless and competent, and this is a very scary combo when established through his actions (as opposed to establishing it through narration - "show, don't tell" at its best). He's not unlikable just because its a genre convention, you written him as a genuinely scary antagonist, and I love this so much i struggle to put it into words. I want to hit him with a chair but I also want to see what schemes he's up to😈😈 also, I love the "every time I write Ryan, he thinks its okay to monologue" tags - he is the antagonist who earned his right to monologue. He's very pragmatic in his vileness(at least so far; based on your tags, he has some major trouble coming his way), and I really like the way it plays out in the story so far.

Tl;dr: I love the way you edit and write those characters so freaking much :3 :3

OH MY GOD. HI. OKAY. THIS ASK HAS MADE MY WHOLE WEEK. I HAVE REREAD THIS ASK LIKE FOUR TIMES JUST GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET.

I feel like you know these characters even better than I do, which is maybe a sign that I've done well writing them but also kind of intimidating?? but yeah. let's talk about Ryan.

The first time I tried to write this story was about a year and a half ago. I stopped for a few different reasons, but I still wanted to rewrite it on my new blog. And when I was rereading my old work, one of the things I got frustrated with was that I was excited to write multiple whumpers, but all of the whumpers sort of blended together. They didn't have any personality, if that makes sense? They were just a bunch of people who wanted to torture a guy. Which is fine but I really wanted them to be more individual, so that's when I started assigning them actual motivations.

And yeah, you pretty much nailed their main motivations. Lucia (the queen—I don't think I've ever mentioned her name but it's Lucia) is very superficial because she is very driven by how she thinks other people see her (she thinks that holding onto the title of royalty is more about popularity than anything else) and it reflects in the way she sees other people, especially the ones who work for her. Cardan is driven by entertainment because he thinks he can get away with anything (hence the surprised folding like a wet newspaper anytime something doesn't go his way). Ryan, on the other hand, is driven by something like productivity? He also sees himself as the most competent person in the family.

I've honestly never considered how well Ryan would do in, like, a job that didn't already come with authority. But he is very... put together, in a way that intimidates everyone around him. He is the type of guy who people praise by saying "They can make the hard but necessary decisions" the way people say about historical figures. Ryan can be super ruthless whenever he thinks he needs to be, whereas if we see Cardan being cruel, it's out of boredom or curiosity.

(On a somewhat separate note, the twins are more or less supposed to be literary foils. Foils are two characters designed to contrast each other, usually to highlight good qualities in the protag of a story, and the twins are meant to highlight how horrible the other one is. cuz they're both horrible.)

Also, it means SO much to me that you included the part about show vs tell because Onyx is not a reliable narrator whatsoever when it comes to the morality of the royal family, due to this conditioning. And I've been kinda nervous about the way it's written because I was worried that the narrator saying "oh yeah this is normal :) they're the royal family they can do whatever they want" might make people think that it's not as bad as it is or something? Especially in spots like chapter three where Onyx is like "oh yeah Ryan hates his brother more than he hates me." But like. I'm glad we can all agree that Ryan is a dick anyway

#I have been writing my answer to this off and on for two hours because I kept getting too excited and having to put my computer down #happy stims are great until the point where you can't be trusted to get excited with valuable things in your hands 😭 #rainbow's asks #rainbow's ocs #the winged servant #ryan tag #onyx tag #lucia tag #cardan tag #this is barely about any character besides ryan but ehhh the others can be tagged #i will admit that i googled the definition of pragmatic for this ask #it was a new word but that's a pretty good descriptor for ryan #he also is pretentious (despite the actual quote of “i am not pretentious”) and does like big vocab words. he'd like pragmatic

[d--dandelions]

tagged by @chaos-monkeyy and @cordeliaperry for what i didn't initially realise were two separate ask memes 😂 thank you 💛

i'm gonna merge them both into one big list so this is going to be enormous, sorry in advance 😂🙈🙈 edit: it's horrifyingly big, i had to hide it behind the cut for everyone's good

1. when did you post your first ever fanfic?

july of 2020

2. first character you wrote for:

jaskier XD who i have since written. lots. for. 🙈

3. main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

i feel very unequipped to answer this one XD

4. character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

....same with this one XD i have a couple of thronebreaker wips and haven't written for that before so let's go with that

5. fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

picture me looking awkwardly between my quiet ao3 and my tangled jungle of google docs in bafflement

6. platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

i simply Have Not done that XDD 🙈 i don't tend to read/watch a lot of romance-heavy stuff outside of fanfic and so fic is basically my one outrageously sappy outlet and i take full advantage of that

7. romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

...see previous fandom question 🙈

8. your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

watersports

omorashi

wetting

can we all just pretend we're shocked? XD

9. your current platform where you post your works

'tis i

10. snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

oh no, the thing i'm bad at 🙈 have a unpolished bit of radskier from right at the beginning of that free-use fic

He felt loose and liquid. Something in the wine, maybe. Or, more likely, in the time spent beforehand, with Radovid laying him down on the cushioned table and readying him. Loops of soft rope, wrapped to display rather than confine and, finally, a band of thin leather wrapped around the base of his cock, enchanted so his own pleasure didn’t get the better of him too early.

meme the second:

How many works do you have on AO3?

i've got 15

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

47,634

3. What fandoms do you write for?

so far i've only written for the witcher and sga but who knows what the future holds 👀

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

poached, reunion, got you on my mind, hold that thought, distractions

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh absolutely every time!! putting fic out there is vulnerable and terrifying and it means the world to me when someone takes the time to comment 💛 and, having been on the other side of it, i know how nerve-racking it can be to leave a comment 🙈 so even if it takes me ages, i like to say something back and let them know they're appreciated

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh god XD maybe this one? i'm a sappy fuck

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

....pretty much all the others XDD due to aforementioned sappy fuckiness

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think so, at least, no one's ever put any where i could see it. i think i tend to fly pretty under the radar in fandom spaces and i normally stay in my nice damp niche

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

fuck yeah 😏😏 although i often lean more into kink than outright smut 🤔 it's all horny shit, which is what counts XD

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i haven't yet!! maybe someday, although i think i lean more fusion than crossover (disclaimer: i have written neither XD)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as i know

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

that's another no

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

i have not, i'm not sure i'd be any good at that XD

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i have never and could never be able to choose 🙈

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

hmmm, i try to leave my options open and never fully count out a fic 🤔 but there's more than one i kind of lost confidence in and am now too scared to open the google doc for 🙈 sigh

16. What are your writing strengths?

i don't think i can answer that

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i sort of mentioned this before but i think a lack of confidence? sometimes, often, i talk myself out of a fic before i've really given it a try, or i get too bogged down in self-doubt and end up struggling to get any of the actual writing done. double sigh

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

hmm, it's never really come up for me. i would say, unless it's a fictional language or a super common, easily translatable phrase i'd probably avoid outright writing in another language unless i could check it with a native speaker. just in case 🙈

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the witcher <3

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

i think i'm a little biased towards my first published fic? just because it was huge for me to finish and post something and i'm still amazed i pulled it off XD🙈🙈

#whoof that's a lot of dd thoughts #thanks for tagging <333

[justahappycloud]

i was tagged by @duquesademiel to share the current first lines of my wips so you are once again forced to take a look at what I'm writing, #sorrynotsorry

so here we go!

star-crossed

Our story begins with a world. It’s not a new world, but it isn’t old either. Its history books count with a considerable amount of pages, its entries recalling generations and generations of human lives who’ve left their mark in this world’s ground.

halloweentown

Harry has the worst friends in the entire world. Alright, maybe that’s not right. But oh, boy; don’t they try to earn the title.

reputation

The December ice-coloured sky hides behind a wall of cinderblock clouds. Outside, the tops of the trees shudder violently, a whistle audible even through the double glass. A dull thought strolls past his mind. 'The wind must be fierce outside.' Harry tries to hold onto those words, even if they don't mean anything, perhaps because they don't mean anything. Either way, it's useless. They're gone as soon as he reaches out to grab them.

thank you future ex

Winter in London is a beautiful sight. Snow glistens while it falls from the sky in cotton tufts similar to white bunny tails. On-walkers get their hats blown by cold breezes of air, the sound of chatter and laughter carrying them away. The city comes alive under the lights of a Christmas that comes early when businesses put up the first decorations to prompt passersby to consider walking in.

Table for Two

“Fucking hell,” Louis mutters under his breath, the curse muffled by the cigarette dangling from his lips. It’s a cold night out. The people who walk past him chat amicably with each other, bundled in coats and scarfs that they take off as soon as they cross the restaurant’s double doors. Louis isn’t so lucky.

Not the Jealous Kind

Laughter fills the dressing room as soon as the main doors open. A bunch of security guards and management interns come in first with a rush. ‘Oh, Simon is gonna be so cross about this,’ they say. ‘We need to call the PR team to make sure this is nothing but a small mistake.’ ‘Look, I know this job is supposed to be hard, but these guys, I swear…’ After them, and with much less stiffness in their bodies, four men enter the room cackling.

take what's broken (make it whole)

“And you’re really, really sure you can’t come even for a few months? Not even one?” Harry grimaces while he waits for an answer. “Yes, Gemma, of course I’m being serious!” He stands up from the couch, running a hand through his tangled hair. The tips tickle his shoulders when he releases it, and Harry frowns a little. He needs to get it trimmed soon. “Okay, but surely the company understands you aren’t leaving for no reason. This is an emergency, an important part of your life is in danger here.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “What do you mean which part? Me! Your little brother!”

and because of who tagged me, here's a bonus snippet

the Divine Series long fic (From the Vault)

Look, Charles wanted to be a demigod. In fact, not only did he want to be a demigod—he wanted to be the demigod, like the figures that were at the front of the legends that passed from mouth to mouth at Camp Half-Blood. Legends, that’s what they were: heroes who fought against terrifying monsters, overcame impossible missions and defied the Gods with a powerful look that seemed to say ‘Come on, try to kill me. I’m not afraid of you.’

oof! there we go. so many projects, so little time to write them. as usual, i'll tag @nooradeservedbetter, @enchantedlandcoffee (if you want to participate), @larrysballetslippers, @red-pandaaa and @hellolovers13. have fun with this! can't wait to see what you're working on

#tag game #writing game #first lines #the one who says first lines says first paragraph #ajsdhajsd #also apparently i like winter too much #so many cold weather mentions

[thedawningofthehour]

Then we can say that in less than 12 Chapters the Draxum war will begin.

It's okay, I'm fine, I'm not terrified at all.

I'd like to think that things won't get too graphic, but knowing you, maybe I should go get a paper bag for when the time comes.

I still haven't forgotten about that comment about Leo going into a coma, my god I can just imagine the end of this arc with Leo getting hit by Gale, leaving him in a coma and in limbo between life and death he meets his grandmother Atsuko who teaches him how to master his ninpo and when he wakes up they are already in the middle of the war.

Those are my predictions, and I will take any silence as a confession.

If Bella does die, promise me she will die in the most God-awesome Valkyrie way! Protecting leo and giving Draxum the most insulting gesture you can think of 👊😤

God, don't remind me how many chapters I have left to fit this much plot in. For fuck's sake, how did it get this long already?

I'm over here with the next chapter and I'm like "is it too fast to do X right away? Maybe I should put it off for another chapter, give it time to breathe." But that's how we got into this mess in the first place.

I will probably add extra warnings to chapters if they get really graphic, but I do have the 'graphic depictions of violence' tag already on there. I probably should update it with a minor character death tag.

Wait, when did we talk about Leo being in a coma? Oh, was it when he went through a window? I still haven't decided if I'm going to throw him through another one.

So I'd say there's about five different predictions in that paragraph...at least one is correct. Maybe more. I will say no more on the subject.

(but seriously, I'm starting to get nervous about the finale because it is going to be LIT but also I'm scared I won't do it justice)

I consider Bella a supporting character, and as of right now no main or supporting characters die. No, wait...no supporting characters on Leo's side die. But Bella is safe, I changed my mind about killing her off. ✌💕

Oh, she definitely went out like a Valkyrie in the canon Krang future. If she survived D-Day she probably would have become some high-ranker in the resistance. She and Donnie would have built all the tech and then gone out to commit war crimes against the Krang. Acts of violence are their love language. I like to think she died protecting him. Probably from something stupid, because they both have very little self-preservation and are completely unhinged, but worth it for her little cousin.

(yes, she still calls them her little cousins even after they grow to be two-three feet taller than her)

#doth #doth asks

[she-toadmask]

I'm trying to check my academic progress because I'm hoping to graduate this semester

And the site isn't working and giving an error that looks more like an error from code issues than anything on the user end

So I view page source, not expecting to find anything since best practice is to have all your Javascript in a separate file from your HTML

(I decided to livetype my reaction to the source and it got long and heated so cut)

But NOPE. ALL THE JAVASCRIPT IS INSIDE THE HTML. AND THE VARIABLE NAMES ARE LONG AS SHIT LIKE SOME ARE LONGER THAN THE STRING THEY CONTAIN.

And ok this makes some sense since it's a lot of specific stuff regarding course registration but why is there a dictionary with one item with the key bankingInformationCloseButtonLabel and the value 'Close'

IT'S ONE FUCKING ITEM WHY USE A DICTIONARY

Why is the Javascript split into multiple sections. Like multiple <script></script> chunks.

ANOTHER SINGLE-ITEM DICTIONARY WHY

Oh there's the links to external Javascript files. Why are some of them inside the html and some not.

AND NOW BACK TO INTERNAL JAVASCRIPT FOR WHAT PURPOSE DO YOU DO THIS

This violates readability, jesus. Most of these are just masses of variable assignments. I guess the software that runs the back end does a lot of it but jesus this is a nightmare to look at. Not that my code is necessarily better, but im a student and this was presumably done by professionals who got paid

I mean I guess if you just needed to update a few variables and know what they were this wouldn't be too bad but this is suffering to look at

I would scream about this chunk being confusing and 'what do you mean you have to have this isolated string without quotes or the tests fail with invalid JS' but this is probably what real-world code looks like

At least the variable chunks are labeled with comments as to what they are

2600 lines in and we now have internal Javascript that isn't just lists of variables, oh god

And there's that isolated string without quotes so things work. Joy. Why did my phone try to correct work to worm

This code at least looks fine, logical function names and not doing more than one thing. Still shouldn't be in the main page but at least it's decent code

And almost 2700 lines in we finally get to the body element, the actual html in this file

I have now learned what a vector image looks like in html and I am terrified

AND WE'RE BACK TO JAVASCRIPT THIS TIME INSIDE THE BODY. THIS IS NOT HOW YOU PROGRAM.

Those class names are awful why are they two parts and long

This html is also awful to read but I just don't like working with html in general so that's probably the issue. Scrolling through a lot of it. More inline Javascript.

I FOUND THE SOURCE OF THE FUCKING ERROR THEY FORGOT TO CLOSE ONE FUCKING COMMENT USED IN A JAVASCRIPT LIBRARY

3600 LINES IN

This is equivalent to when my tests kept failing because I forgot to put a quarter of my code into an else statement and it ran every time except worse because i eventually fixed that before submitting my assignment but this is live code on the internet

Ok this is interesting some of this code may have come from the company this is licensed from or whatever and maybe that's why the variable names are garbage. This might be unrelated to anything my college does.

Source: a comment like

[College] customization: student services requested this message be displayed. I did [explanation]. Ben ([college - date])

Now that's good practice. Thank you Ben for being smart.

In any case this file is almost 5000 lines long and most of that was Javascript and one missing comment tag ruined everything

#i realize this is largely incomprehensible after the first paragraph but i feel like bitching to everyone #correction this is entirely incomprehensible but i still want to bitch

[rainbowbutterfrosting]

Oh my gosh guyssss 🥺🥺🥺

100 followers! (And on Halloween that’s pretty rad lsdfjls)

To celebrate,,, I’m gonna be taking writing requests for fluffy one-shots! I’ll do any ship (platonic or romantic), and you can feel free to give a lil scenerio if you want (like cuddling or first dates) but it’s definitely not required. 

Anon is on :)

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[writeouswriter]

This or That Writer Edition

Tagged by: @drabbleitout, (thank you for all the recent tags by the way even if I haven't gotten around to many, I love being tagged and this one I think I can do!) Tagging: @writting-in-blood, @karolinarodrigueswrites, @amanita-cynth, @rainbowcoloreddays, @anyone who wants to do this!

1. Historical or Futuristic

Let's face it, the most "historical" I get in my writing is the 80s or 90s. Other than the fact that half my "modern day" WIPs take place in my skewed sense of time and thus resemble an eternal 2006-2012 at the latest, I really like the sci-fi vibes of a near future just within/not quite within our reach, like the human experience remaining fairly the same save for a new or fantastical piece of technology or innovation or the like that sets it firmly not quite in our time. That and space, I became hyperfixated on nothing but Star Trek for several months a few years back and spawned a couple far off future space exploration or space station WIPs.

2. The Opening or Closing Chapter

Seeing as I have yet to write a closing chapter, I'm gonna go with opening. Though, in all seriousness, I do adore writing beginnings when I know exactly how I want to begin them. I am actually exceedingly proud of some of the opening chapters I've written, now it's just to get the rest of the chapters written.

3. Light + Fluffy or Dark + Gritty

You're gonna make me choose? Personally, I always strive for a balance or it becomes suffocating to me, but what can I say, I'm a sucker for angst and putting my characters through physical and emotional Hell <3 Gives them flavour and makes the happy scenes that much better when they happen and vice versa.

4. Animal Companion or Found Family

If I had a nickel for every time I added found family to one of my projects, I wouldn't be rich, but I'd have a really large amount of nickels. I mean, I love animals as much as the next guy, but I don't often think to add them in my writing. *Stares into space as I try to recall the last time I gave an OC a pet, oh God have I ever given them a pet?*

There's lot's of questions, so I'll put a read more to spare you but I do enjoy rambling <3

5. Horror or Romance

Love me some ominous shadowy beings, ghostly happenings, terrifying encounters and eerie sensations all around, and by love I mean hate personally experiencing but love to write and subject my OCs to. I have a lot of WIPs with horror elements, usually of the paranormal variety. Romance on the other hand, I'm not really big on reading it so I'm not too big on writing it either, I mean I will add a little romance to some of my WIPs, usually in a more subtle way than most, and I do like a smidge of romance at times in things, but I've never written something with romance as the main focus.

6. Hard or Soft Magic System

I'm not really sure the exact definition of what a hard vs soft magic system is... but I like magic that kind of fits into our current world as we know it without changing much, like subtle little things like psychic powers and ghosts and the like, so I don't often go into too many details about exactly how they work, I just kind of have them, with some exceptions.

7. Standalone or Series

My brain says standalone, my heart says series, I enjoy staying with familiar characters and being able to build a bigger world and brainstorm new adventures with them, often against my will.

8. One Project at a Time or Always Juggling 2+

I am cursed with a million ideas a minute and I will juggle between every single one at once, adding a new chainsaw or flaming torch to the mix every other week or so and I love all of them but the ability to focus would be nice. When I was younger though, I had my one main one, Eye of the Unknown, my beloved, and I yearn for those days.

10. Fantasy or Sci-fi

This is a tough one because I love both, but I'm going to have to go with fantasy because ghosts, demons, angels, fae, shadow beings, monsters, psychic and other various powers, rituals, prophecies, gods, werewolves, and other various magical or mystical elements show up in my work way too often to say otherwise.

Edit: I do love my aliens and shadowy experiments though 🤔

11. Character or Setting Description

I cannot describe a character to save my life, I also cannot describe a setting to save my life, yet I desperately need the reader to see exactly what I'm seeing in my head at any given point, you see my dilemma? Can I say neither and choose dialogue instead? No? Fine, I'll say... setting, I think I have described a setting once or twice in a way I found acceptable.

12. First or Final Draft

This is a tough one, I'm a perfectionist so I'm tempted to make my first my final draft at times, though I know that's not exactly practical. I have yet to actually have a final draft though, so I'm going with first because at least it means it exists in some form.

13. Literary or ‘Commercial’ Genre

I'm not sure what exactly this means so I don't think I'll choose... both I suppose, depending on the project.

14. Love Triangle in Everything or No Romantic Arcs

I'm not a fan of the love triangle, I'm not sure if I've ever actually seen a love triangle executed well or executed in a way where I didn't already make my choice from the get go. I am also really not a fan of love triangles getting in the way of the plot, though I will begrudgingly or even happily accept a tiny smidge of regular love-triangle free romance, it never takes priority for me. Not to say I've never written a love triangle, in a sense, but r.i.p. to other authors but I'm different, (jk jk), but seriously.

15. Constant Sandstorm or Rainstorm

Rainy days and grey skies, my absolute beloved. I don't have a WIP titled In the Eye of the Storm for nothing.

Edit: I just realized a number is missing and idk what the question was there, whoops

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[munstysmind]

OPENING UP - Maddison - An Original Story

WARNING/S: Mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, nightmares, legal stuff

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

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Maddie rolls her eyes as she reads the stupid Tweet, they seriously have nothing better to do with their time than continue to push the rumours about her and Sebastian. God, Travis must be eating this up. It’s from over a week ago so she’s surprised she didn't come across it earlier.

She looks up from her corner of the couch when she hears Sebastian laugh. She's had a rough few days so he dragged her along to Chris' for game night with a few of the cast hoping it might help her feel better. It has, she's actually had a great time but she’s tired, both physically and mentally.

Putting her phone down, she lets her mind drift and she zones out. So much so that she doesn't even realise when Chris sits down next to her and starts talking.

"Earth to Maddie" he says, waving his hand in front of her face.

"Huh... what... sorry?!" she says, snapping out of her bubble and looking at him.

"Wow, you really were in your own little world there" he says, handing her a beer. She takes a mouthful and frowns before letting out a sigh.

"Oh god, I miss Australian beer. Some of my best memories from home are around a campfire with a stubby" she tells him, skimping back against the couch.

"You're only 22, just how long have you been drinking?" he asks, frowning a little.

"Drinking age is 18 back home so since then" she says, remembering the drinking age is different here

"Fair enough" he says with a nod

"And then some" she mumbles under her breath as she takes another mouthful

"Maddison!" he jokingly scolds, making her smile

"Are you seriously trying to tell me that you never drunk underage, ever?!" she asks, looking at him with raised brows

"I... mmmm" he groans, unable to come up with a rebuttal

"That's what I thought Evans" she says with a grin as she brings has another mouthful of her drink. He can’t help but laugh, she has a point. He once woke up on the neighbours lawn after a night of underage drinking. 

"So, what were you thinking about?"

"Huh?"

"Just before, when you were zoned out"

"I was in my own head. Trust me, it's not a good place to be"

"It can't be all bad"

"Can I be honest?"

"Yeah, of course"

"It terrifies me. You know, I go to bed every single night praying that I won't have a nightmare. I can't tell you how many nights I've woken Seb up screaming. And the panic attacks. You know I never had them before him and now I... oh god. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump on you" she says, putting her head in her hands

"No, no. It's ok. You gotta be able to talk about this sort of stuff. I mean it's healthy right?" he tells her, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. She looks up at him and sighs.

"You've been talking to my therapist, she says that all the time"

"Your therapist sounds like a smart woman"

How does he always do that? She can't help but shake her head slightly, scrunching her nose at him in the process

"What?"

"You"

"What about me?"

"It's just... never mind"

"Come on"

She looks at him and sighs. She might as well say it.

"I feel comfortable with you" she admits

"I hope so"

"No I... that's not what I mean, ummm... I can talk to you, like really talk to you. I don't know what it is about you but I feel like I can tell you anything and you're not going to judge"

"You know, I think it's the Boston charm" he jokes, trying to lighten he mood

"Oh god" she laughs, shaking her head at him. He can't help but smile at her. There’s something about her that he’s drawn to. He knows that whatever she had gone through, it was traumatic. So the fact that she fells comfortable enough with him to talk about it, even a little, was big.

"No, but seriously Maddie. I don't know what you've been through, I know it was bad and you don't have to tell me but I want you to know that if you ever want to talk, about anything, I'm happy to listen" he tells her gently.

"Thank you" she says, smiling softly at him. She knows he's being genuine which means a lot. She’s about to say something else to him but her phones rings. She doesn't recognise the number but she answers it anyway. She really needs to screen her calls.

"Hello?"

"maddison holden?"

"Uh yeah"

"my name is colin howell, i'm representing travis delaney"

"How did you get this number?"

"my client provided me with your information"

"What does he want?"

"he wants to a formal sit down with you"

"Not happening"

"he's facing serious charges that could result in years of jail time"

"Good"

"he's not upset with you about the charges, this whole situation is just one big misunderstanding"

"There's been no misunderstanding. He put me in the hospital. He is NOT the victim here"

"he claims you were pressured by someone close to you into making a false report against him"

"Of course he does, because he's gutless. Sebastian has nothing to do with me pressing charges"

"look, he just wants to talk, work something out, avoid the mess of a trial"

"This conversation is over. You can tell Travis to get fucked. Don't ever contact me again" she snaps before hanging up and fighting the urge to throw her phone across the room as her anger starts bubbling to the surface.

Her ears start to ringing, something she’s learnt was a warning sign for a panic attack. She closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths, trying to keep all her emotions at bay but all she wanted to scream.

"Are you OK?" Chris asks worried, he had faintly heard the other end of the call.

"No, um, pretty far from it" she tells him, downing the rest of her drink in a few mouthfuls before standing up "I'm uhh... I need some air"

As she walks outside Chris kicks Sebastian's foot to get his attention, motioning to Maddie with his head when he looks at him.

Letting out a growl of frustration she leans against the wall, her arms outstretched, letting her head fall forward as she focuses on her breathing to try to calm herself down.

She looks up when she hears the door open and relaxes when she sees it's Sebastian. She lets out a shaky sigh as he stands next to her and starts rubbing her back.

"What's going on?" he asks, worry all over his face.

"I just got a call, from his lawyer. Travis gave him my number" she tells him, quickly wiping away the tears in her eyes.

"What the fuck does he want?"

"To talk"

"What?!"

"He wants me to sit in the same fucking room as him, after what he did, and work something out, avoid the mess of a trial. According to him, it's all just a big misunderstanding, that someone close to me pressured me into making a false police report"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Apparently he's the victim because I had him charged. Never mind the fact that he beat me, choked me, held a knife to my throat. That doesn't matter. No, he's the victim because he's facing jail time for what he did" she says as she angrily wipes tears from her eyes. She was finally, finally starting to move on, to open up and it’ like the universe is laughing at her. She just wants him out of her life.

"We can go"

"No, no. I'm OK"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just... I needed a minute"

"OK"

She tries to walk past him to go back inside but her stops her and pulls her in for a hug. She sighs and wraps her arms around him, resting her head on his chest.

"Thank you" she whispers. His hugs always made her feel better.

"Come on" he says, releasing her from his grip and they head back inside.

Chris gives her a small smile as she sits back down on the couch next to him. She leans into him for a few seconds before shifting and leaning into Sebastian who was sat on the other side of her.

While they were outside, Mackie and Scott seem to have started a debate over what's worse, snakes or spiders.

"Yeah, but spiders are experts at hiding. They're there one second and the next they've disappeared, it's creepy" Mackie tells Scott. It makes Maddie laugh which gets his attention

"Thank god your back. Maddie, help us out here" Mackie says, his hands gesturing to himself then Scott

"Wait, what... why me?" she asks, frowning

"Because you're Australian"

"Really, that's your reason?"

"I mean, that's a pretty good reason"

"Fine, go on then"

"So what's worse, Snakes or Spiders"

"Neither"

"What?"

"I grew up in the country, there's things we fear much more than snakes or spiders"

"Like what"

"Firstly there's Kangaroos. They look all nice and friendly but they will rip you apart if they get the chance. And if you hit one in your car. Bye bye car. Then there's centipedes, rather deal with a Brown than a centipede. I've been bitten by one before. Put me in the hospital. I would not recommend it. And then... there's fucking Magpies"

Sebastian burst out laughing, he knows exactly what she's talking about. He'd been victim to one a few years back when he was in Australia with Maddie. They were evil things.

"What the fuck is a Magpie?" Mackie asks, completely confused.

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[buttercandy16]

Desert Rose

Pairings: Sam (Desierto) x reader

Genre: Dark, Thriller

Summary: 

While trying to pass through the US border you and your sickly little brother along with a group of Mexican migrants encounter a deadly fate in the hands of a merciless, deranged vigilante and his faithful but vicious Malinois dog. What happens when the said vigilante took a sinister interest in you and decided to spare you and your brother in exchange for your surrender and obedience, and maybe more.

Warning(s): DARK, angsts, sinister intentions, violence, explicit language, obsession, possessiveness, Dub-Con, manipulation, death, mental illness, hurt/comfort, smut(?)

(y/n) - your name

(b/n) - brother’s name

A/N: Be warned I’m not an expert writer and mostly just writing this fic down for my own pleasure. This is probably my second-ish published fanfiction and it’s 100% shitty (for me). So please bear with me and I hope that you’ll still find this enjoyable to read. *fingers crossed*

Also, special thanks to my creepy soulsister @negans-attagirl for being an awesome beta reader, lots of love 😘

Part 1 || (Y/N) P.O.V

It had been an hour ago since our truck broke down in the middle of the US borders and now I'm currently sweating like a dog under the desert sun while trying to keep up with the rest of the group that my brother and I came along with.

"(y/n)? Are we there yet? I feel so tired"

My eyes went down to the little boy looking at me with tired eyes while trying his best to continue holding on to the end of my jacket.

"Nope, but don't worry buddy we'll get there soon, just hold on for a bit, okay?" Smiling to him reassuringly.

To be honest, I have no idea how long it will take for us to get there, and I'm beginning to feel worried for my little brother since I know that it wouldn't be long till his lungs decide to work itself up. My brother is suffering from a serious illness called Chronic Bronchitis and that is the main reason why we need to migrate to America. Back home I have an on/off job that can barely feed us, the doctors I can afford for (b/n) aren't that good either and I know that the only way I can help my brother is to cross the border and do everything that’s needed to make him eligible for the treatment. So here we are, illegally crossing...

BANG!

A loud gunshot echoed throughout the desert stopping us from our tracks. I held onto my brother’s hand tightly preparing myself to run when needed. Once our guide Lobo called out to us the next thing I know we were sprinting to the fields.

Minutes of running we finally stopped giving us some time to rest while Lobo and Mechas, another guide of ours, surveys the area for any signs of danger. Looking down at (b/n) I could clearly see that he was trying his best to control his breathing. I quickly reached for his inhaler and gave it to him. Once done inhaling the medicine his breathing was beginning to normalize, and so was mine.

“Hey bud, you good?” I asked while putting his inhaler back in his backpack.

“Yup! All good. Umm (y/n) what was that gunshot about? Are they gonna shoot at us?” (b/n) asked thoughtfully. Thinking about what to say I finally settled to a somewhat more comforting answer, “Of course not, must be something else. No need to worry okay? I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you”

“You promise?” holding out his pinky for me to take.

“Promise. I’ll do anything for you” and I know that I will, no matter what.

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(A few moments later)

Resuming our journey once again, (b/n) and I were trying our best to keep up but we ended up getting left behind along with a teenage girl which I came to know as Adela, Ramiro her sleazy guardian, a lanky man named Moises, Mechas who’s currently berating us to move our ass, and another male migrant which I forgot his name.

Lobo and the rest were already way ahead of us and as much as we tried to get their attention, we ended up getting ignored.

Letting out a frustrated sigh I averted my attention below and what I saw made me freeze on the spot. It’s a truck, SHIT!

“Everybody, get down now!”

Everyone immediately complied. I pointed down to the truck just a couple of miles away from us, as a man stepped outside the car. Moments later a dog jumped out of it and it seems like the man was giving it something he found on the ground to smell on. The dog ran in the direction of the rest of our group and I know from that moment that something bad is about to happen. He ordered his dog to get in the truck while he retrieved something deadly... Oh lord! That looks like...

“A sniper” Moises shakily stated, finishing my terrified thoughts.

I held onto my brother preparing for the worst.

The man positioned himself near a cliff while aiming his gun towards our fellow migrants. And then the first shot was fired…

BANG! BANG! BANG! The gunshot continued while we shockingly watched what was happening in front of us...One by one, our fellow migrants were crashing to the ground painting the desert floor with the blood of the innocent.

Covering my brother’s eyes and ears with tears welling up in the corner of my eye.

I was so terrified that I didn’t even realize that the gunshots stopped. I was pulled back to reality when Adela was frantically pulling my arm while telling me that we need to go. Getting back to my senses I pulled my brother with me while we dashed to where we came from. Sweat falling from my forehead while my breathing became labored and still, I didn’t stop running. I’ve only paused for a moment when I heard (b/n) breathlessly say that he can’t breathe.

No no no please not now. Crouching down to my brother’s level, I took his bag while in search of his inhaler. That’s when I noticed a rip from the bottom. No this can't be happening. I tried to search for it but it’s gone. Looking at my brother his breathing was becoming erratic. So I held him in my arms while I rocked him back and forth “Hey bud, look at me. (b/n) look at me and listen to my breathing okay? Your alright buddy”

“What on earth are you doing?! You have to get up now or else they will catch up!!” Moises yelled at me.

“I can’t. We lost his inhaler somewhere and he’s having an asthma attack. I need to calm him down or else he won’t be able to breathe!” my voice filled with desperation as I just yet noticed Moises terrified expression. Something was behind us...

When I followed his gaze I saw the dog running towards us. Oh, god!

Moises’s eyes were full of guilt as he turned away from us and started running. “ No! Please don’t leave us please!!!” I cried desperately but to no avail. When I returned my gaze to the dog I can see that it was getting closer and closer. I know that we wouldn’t be able to outrun it no matter how much I tried. Looking down at my brother who was still having a hard time controlling his breathing. Time to deliver a promise… I gently placed him right behind me, standing up to my full height readying myself for what’s about to come. 

The dog immediately jumped right at me while it sinks its canines in my arm. Crying in agony from the pain that ripped right through me, my brother’s breathy cries can be heard from behind me while I tried to get the beast off, stumbling on a rock I fell down on the ground and then hit my head hard on a rock. Fighting for consciousness my vision was getting blurry, I was barely feeling my mortal wound. I even failed to realize that they were no longer any canines sinking into my arm. Lolling my hazy head to the side, with a blurry vision I could see a pair of black heavy boots slowly approaching me. The sound of dust, his heavy boots clinking with each step and my desperate cry for my brother were the only sounds in the otherwise silent desert.

blink* boots by my side blink* shadow above blink* soft caresses on my cheeks blink* I was losing my consciousness... With tears in my eyes I can barely hold on,  but before losing myself to the darkness I can hear him mumble on… the words of the devil have sealed my fate and from then on I knew I will never escape.

“Beautiful, my desert rose,” he said. 

yup, I'm fucked.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

GET IN THE RING.

Angel Reyes x Reader

Anon asked: angel reyes x reader in which a fight (you two are like frenemies) leads to sex

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: NSFW, smut.

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 💘

Author comments: This is the first part of Get In the Car. I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @angels-reyes

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You break in laughter because of one of the bad jokes that Tranq usually does. You're sitting on the couch with your legs over the next table with a beer between your hands. Taking a break from car scrapping. Bishop and Taza are playing pool talking loudly about the last trip they did, cause they almost fucked up but, as always, they safely made it home. Some motorbikes ride the front yard, parking next to the others. And you don't give it any importance listening to the boys laughing, till you hear a hard crash. Your heartbeat stops for a while. Everyone inside the clubhouse is staring at you. Your blood starts to boil, jumping off of the sofa to run towards your car.

Angel is pale. So pale, trying to cover whatever that happened. EZ, Coco and Gilly don't know where to hide themselves. You notice the strange way his motorbike is parked.

“I swear I'm gonna fix it!” Angel is terrified, and you can see it on his face.

You two have never been best friends, more like co-workers who respect each other. But sometimes, you want to kill him. For example, right now, you definitely want to kill him. The rest of the crew is behind you, shaking their heads while Bishop rubs his temple. Your car is the most precious possession you have, being the last present that your father gave you before he died. You love the car as you could love your own child. So, a tear is running down your cheek when you push him away.

On the left side of the bumper is a dent without paint and the headlight is smashed. You kneel with your trembling hands trying not to touch the bodywork. Your Mustang is an old model, so fixing it is going to cost you a lot of money and time. Especially for the painting. You could destroy his bike as payback, but even if you know it is an accident, you need some kind of revenge.

“Get in the ring.” You say in a whisper, with your eyes fills of tears and a hoarse tone of voice in your throat.

“What?” He asks, chuckling.

And that only makes everything worse. Getting up, you tangle your fingers on his shirt.

“Get. In. The. Fucking. Ring”. You repeat. Slowly. So close to him that you could touch his lips with yours.

“He said he's gonna fix it, mami.” Coco intermediates, trying to calm the situation.

“I'm not gonna fight with ya.” Angel says, removing your grip on his shirt.

You smile softly, licking your inner lip, before hitting his nose with your right fist. The oldest Reyes falls to the floor, and even if Taza and Tranq try to catch you, you're faster than them. Practically jumping on top of him to continue hitting him. And Angel tries to defend himself, punching you on your abdomen, to make you fall by his side. There's blood on his face and you can't breathe well, coughing for a second, before the Mayans manage to get you up and separate you from the other.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Reyes, I swear!”

“It was a fucking accident, you’re fucking crazy! You broke my nose!”

“‘I’m gonna break you something more! Let me go! Let me go!” You yell at him, squeezing under Tranq's strong arms.

Two shots in the air have your attention, freezing your blood and moves. You turn to Bishop, with an arm raised up and his gun in his hand. He looks upset and you understand him. But they should think about how they would feel if someone crashed their bikes. Tranq finally lets you go, fixing your shirt when he does.

“Angel you're not gonna ride till her car is fixed.” Bishop declares.

“What?”

You chuckle in silence because, at least, it's something.

“And you...” The president points at you, while you cross your arms and lift your chin with some pride on the gesture. “You're gonna fix him up.”

“What? He has two hands, what the hell, Bishop? He can do it by himself!” You claim with a frown.

“Don't yell at me again, you hear me? Shut the fuck up and do it.” His voice is so calm that it scares you more than anything.

You swallow, cleaning your tears with the back of your hands, full of anger. With a simple nod, you walk towards the clubhouse through the open door. And you can hear the heavy steps of the oldest Reyes following you cautiously, in case that you try to punch him again. Crossing the hallway to the main bathroom and opening the medical kit, you grab some cotton, two stitches and a bottle of surgical alcohol.

“Sit.” You just say, pointing to the toilet.

“Hey, I'm truly sorry.” He replies as he follows your instructions.

“Shut up.” You try to breathe, long enough not to hit him again.

Kneeling again and making you some space between his legs, you wet the cotton in alcohol breaking it into two pieces, for every hole. Angel growls closing his eyes hard, and you could have been more careful but it's part of your revenge. The nose isn't broken but, even so, you stick one of the stitches on the bridge of it pulling the skin closer, hoping that it also helps with cutting the bleeding.

After it, with some more cotton you clean his face. He sighs for a moment, grabbing your wrist to grab your attention.

“Coco pushed me and my bike fell on your car. I know, I know what it means to you, and I'm truly sorry, (Y/N).” He says then with a soft tone.

You let go of his hand, shaking your head as if you wanted to downplay it, because it doesn't have much more solution. Getting up, you clean your hands with water and soap in the sink, drying them on a towel. But, when you're about to leave the bathroom, Angel closes the door on your face.

“Could you please talk to me? Say something. Whatever.” He demands, sounding... desperate?

“Like what? Like that I'm fucking tired of all your foolishness and your actions without thinking?”

“It. Was. An. Accident.” He defended.

“Then fix it, and stop pissing me off.” You try to open the door again, but he closes it. “You're still doing it.”

“'Forgive me?” He asks, starting to make you lose the little patience you have left.

“No.”

“Then, you're not going anywhere”. Angel rests his back against the door, locking it, cross-armed.

“Fine! You got it! Now, let me go. I have work to attend to.”

“A kiss.” He says pointing at his cheek while he leans towards you.

You snort rubbing your eyes with two fingers, shaking your head for a while.

“If you turn your face, I'm gonna rip off your balls.” You threaten him, before holding his chin to press your lips over his beard. “Now, let me go.”

“Another one.”

“Angel, I am not in the mood to play one of our ga...”

He interrupts by kissing you. At first, you can't move. You don't have any reaction. Only your mouths pressed against the other. And you want to run away when your cheeks start to redden, but he locks you between his body and the closed door.

One of his hands travels to a side of your neck, with his lips tasting yours slowly, and his free arm surrounding your waist. No, you can't run away from him, and you're not even sure if you want to do it. Your mouth and your desire betray you, falling into his claws. He puts the hand on your nape wrapping your throat, straining one leg between yours. His knee pushing you to the limit, rubbing your crotch, while you fight against yourself to not moan, drowning every one.

“I bet you're fucking wet.” He whispers against your lips.

“I'm more dry than the desert, Reyes.” You say back, pushing him away with both hands on his chest.

You're trying to recover your breath, resting your weight against the door. But you're not gonna open it.

“Okay... Plan ‘b’.” He nods chuckling, before lifting you up, hitting your back to the wood and his fingers nailed on your ass.

His lips are now attacking your neck, sucking, biting and licking your skin till you finally set free a heavy gasp with a hand on his head, pushing him closer. His waist is moving between your legs, looking for more friction to satisfy his hunger. One of Angel's hands travels to the aperture of your work jumpsuit, straining it inside the clothes. Sliding his middle finger in you, making you growl, he laughs against your lips.

“You fucking liar.” He mutters fingering you faster, with the clear intention to make you scream out his name. “Don't be so fucking proud, mi dulce... Ask me to fuck' ya.”

His orbs are burning with lust, as are yours. You swallow your saliva, with your mouth next to his, looking how much he's enjoying pounding you and adding a second finger.

“Shit, Angel.” You leaned your head back against the door.

“What'? You wanna cum, huh?” He asks playing with your mind, dragging his teeth over your collarbone.

Yes, you want to cum. You need it. His hand are fucking you so hard that you can't fight against your body and every reaction he provokes on it. Devouring his lips desperate, moving your hips above his fingers feeling more needy than ever, while his tongue finds yours pressing it.

“Cum for me, mami... C'mon.” Angel begs with his forehead resting against yours, shaky breath and eyes closed. He really wants it, and you too.

“Harder, papi... Do it harder.”. You ask him, taking it as a command.

His fingers moving deeper, pounding you as hard as you ask 'cause your wishes are an order to the oldest Reyes. Your legs trembling, his darkest gaze on yours and you biting your inner lip. Moaning louder, Angel has to cover your mouth with his free hand, feeling the orgasm running all over your body.

“Oh, god, Angel!” You drown against his palm.

He laughs in silence, sinking his face on your neck, satisfied with the result. You hate him. You hate him so much, and he's gonna pay for it. Three knocks on the door push you two out of your own atmosphere, claiming for your attention.

“This is not what I meant when I said ‘fix him’. Get back to work!” Bishop says between laughters, before walking away from the bathroom.

“I'm gonna fuck you inside your car, when I fix it.”

“You better do, Reyes.”

“Fix your car, or fuck you, mi dulce?”

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[mayans-sauce]

Halloween Prank with Riz (October/Halloween Fest) 🖤🎃

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Warnings: nothing really, just a little bit spooky!

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It was Halloween night. You and Riz had decided to spend the evening watching horror movies.

Cuddle up on the couch with Halloween snacks and each other. Everything was fine until the power in the house went out. “Well that's not scary at all”. “Don't worry baby. I'll go and fix it. Just stay here. I know how much you hate the basement”. Yeah you really hated the basement so you were thankful that you didn't need to go down there. “Hurry please”. “I'll be right back”.

You took your phone out and put the flashlight on so that you weren't sitting in the complete dark. You waited a while. Why was it taking so long? Surely it couldn't be that hard to fix the lights?

Suddenly you heard a loud scream that sounded like Riz coming from the basement. In a panic you got up to your feet, phone in hand as you called out for him. “Michael! Michael are you alright?” ...... nothing. You tried again to call his name but he didn't answer. Worried that maybe he was injured you made your way to the door of the basement.

Standing at the top of the stairs you shined the light on the steps to see if you saw anything. “Michael.. is everything ok..? I swear to God Riz you better not be messing with me..”. Again nothing.

“Alright I'm coming down”. Slowly starting your descent down the stairs. The wood lightly creaking under your steps. Your heart started to pump faster. What if someone had broken into your house and turned off your lights on purpose to get you both down here to kill you? What if Riz was dead? Fuck why didn't you bring a fucking knife with you.

When you got down you stood still for a few seconds to listen to any sounds. It was quiet as a mouse down there. That made you even more terrified. Making your way to the circuit box, the light of the phone helping you navigate in the pitch dark room.

A chill suddenly ran down your spine. You couldn't shake off the feeling like something was watching you. No, no time to start imagining things. You needed to make sure Riz was ok.

You felt light breathing behind you. Your blood turned cold when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Fuck. This is how you fucking die. Someone had come to kill you. You turned around and was met with a horrifying face. A face of a demon. You screamed. Like they do in the horror movies. You didn't know what to do. So you did the only thing your mind could think of. Getting down to the ground in a fetal position. It was no point in running. You were going to die no matter what.

This had all happened so fast. Maybe only a few seconds. But for you it felt like minutes.

Laughter could be hear and you immediately recognised it as Michael... That little fucking shit. He had scared you so good and he was enjoying himself to the max.

“Are you fucking kidding me Michael?! I almost had a fucking heart attack. I really thought I was going to die. It's not fucking funny! If I brought a knife down with me I would have stabbed you”.

Taking of the demon mask he was still laughing. “Oh you should have seen your fucking face. Absolutely priceless”. “Shithead” you mumbled under your breath. He offered his hand to help you up. You looked at it a little hesitant but accepted in the end. Pulling you up and into a big hug. “I'm sorry baby. But I did prank you really good you have to admit that”. “I fucking hate you”. “I love you too”.

You both stood dead still when you hear a few cans get knocked to the floor. Looking at each other, mouth's wide open. Both of you sprinted as fast as you could out of there.

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#5

uwu? owo? No, I’m french, I èwé.

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“you attract what you fear” ooooh noooo flight rising lantern oil noooo i’m soooo scared, terrified, positively quivering in my cowboy boots

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[this one was the "new pan flag" post but it's long as shit and i'm not putting discourse in my spotify wrapped, fuck u]

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I love that bbh is really cringe all the time and yet nobody bullies him for it. They don’t even try. Dude says “muffin” instead of “fuck”, and even the sweatiest gamerboys don’t bat an eye. They killed cringe culture for him specifically.

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[khoicesbyk]

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A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 2,007 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 21.) Fractured.

Naia was rushed to the ER by Roman after being accidentally shot with a tranquilizer by Trent. But as Roman brought her to the ER something was wrong. She was exhibiting signs of a severe allergic reaction. But Roman didn't know what was causing it. He was thankful that Layla’s mother Joanna worked at the hospital. She would tell him what was wrong with Naia. But first, he had to deal with Trent and his crew being there.

It took all of the hospital security team and sheriff's department to separate Roman and the werewolves from Trent and his team. And that was before her parents showed up at the hospital and her mother raised hell with the staff about not wanting either of them there. As everyone waited in separate waiting areas, the tension and the air was thick. Rage, pain, shock, fear, and anxiety all mingled as each waited for news.

Roman and Trent kept their eyes on the hall. While Naia’s father had his eyes trained on the nurse's station. Laurie had her head resting on her husband’s shoulder with her eyes closed while holding on to her husband's hand. She was furious but more so she was terrified. Her daughter was in trouble and she didn't know how to help her.

The minutes felt like hours as they all waited for news of Naia’s condition. Laurie couldn't feel her daughter, no matter how hard she tried to tap into the bond they share. Finally, a doctor came down the hall with a chart in their hands. When Laurie looked up she and the doctor both recognized each other.

“You have got to be kidding me!”

“Well hello to you too Joey.”

“What are you doing at home after all these years?”

“A.) this isn't home. And B.) apparently my daughter was brought in by The Alpha.”

Joey shook her head.

“Well, this explains why I thought she looked familiar.”

“Whatever! Just tell me that you have news.”

“Well it’s good to see that you haven't changed one bit after all this time.”

“Joey…”

“It's Dr. Simpson, thank you.”

Laurie exhaled slowly.

“I do have news. But you’re not going to like what I have to say.”

“What is it?”

Dr. Simpson glanced over to where Roman and Trent were sitting. Shane rolled his eyes.

“Forget him! Tell me what is wrong with her.”

“It's best if we talk over here.”

She led Laurie and Shane to a corner of the waiting room out of earshot of everyone else.

“Her test results came back positive for a high-powered tranquilizer and…” she trailed off. It started to scare Laurie.

“What Joey? What else?”

The doctor sighed heavily.

“Wolfbane.”

Laurie and her husband both went pale.

“What did you just say?”

“You two heard me. When The Alpha brought her in, the Wolfbane had already begun to take effect.”

Laurie shook her head in disbelief. Shane stood there wide-eyed with his hand over his mouth.

“Because of the Wolfbane in her blood, your daughter went into anaphylactic shock.”

“Oh my God! Please don't tell me that my daughter is…”

“She’s alive. We had to put her under to save her life.”

“No. It can't be.”

“I am so sorry Laurie. But it is. And as you well know there is no cure for Wolfbane.”

“Not again…this can’t be happening.”

Laurie started shaking.

“I know more that this isn’t the news you wanted to hear. But the blood work isn’t lying.”

Shane steadied his wife before he spoke.

“Can we see her?”

“Yes. She’s just down the hall to the right. Room D17.”

Laurie ran past Trent and Roman with Shane not too far behind. When she got to the window outside of Naia’s room Laurie felt like she couldn't breathe. She felt like she was looking into a mirror at herself. Every painful memory of Hunt’s Peak that she ever had come flooding back. When they took just a few steps into Naia’s room, Laurie’s knees gave out on her, causing her to fall at the foot of the bed. Seeing her daughter like this made her inconsolably hysterical. And all her husband could do was try to help her up.

Shane was able to get her to the chair next to the bed. When she looked at Naia all she saw was herself those many years ago.

“This wasn't supposed to happen! Not to her!” she said as she cried.

“I know, baby.”

“My baby…my poor baby. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!”

“Laurie, please! It's not your fault.”

She heard him but she didn't care.

“You don't understand! This is my fault! I didn't protect her! I-I-I-I failed her…”

“Baby…”

“Naia please…wake up! You have to wake up!”

Shane knew she didn't mean it but she couldn't help but blame herself.

Meanwhile, Zane had shown up at the hospital. When he got to the front desk he ran into Dr. Simpson.

“Joey I got your call. What is it?”

She glared at him.

“Don’t you Joey me!”

“What? What did I do?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that your sister was home?!”

“Because it’s a small town and you two were bound to run into each other at some point?”

That’s when she punched him in the arm.

“OW! Geez! What was that for?”

“Zane!” she warned him.

“Look I’m sorry! She and her husband showed up a few weeks ago looking for my niece.”

“That’s another thing you failed to tell me about!”

“Now what?!”

“You didn’t tell me she had a daughter either!”

“Yeah well, you’ve been busy! And so have I!”

Joey rolled her eyes at him.

“Where is Laurie? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. Physically anyway. It’s your niece you need to be concerned about.”

Zane gave her a look that was half concerned and half confused.

“What do you mean?”

Joey took a deep breath before leading him out of earshot of everyone in the waiting areas.

“Your niece is suffering from Wolfbane poisoning. And it’s just as bad if worse than Laurie’s all those years ago.”

“That’s impossible Joey. Wolfbane was banned before Xander died.”

“You know that. I know that. And yet…”

Zane glanced over to where Roman and Trent were sitting.

“Well, that explains why they’re here.”

“Yes. The Alpha brought her in. And the Hunter…he’s the one who shot her.”

“He shot her?!”

“It was by accident. He was aiming for the Alpha when she stepped in and took the tranquilizer dart instead.”

Zane exhaled slowly.

“Does my sister know?”

“Not yet. She knows that your niece has been infected but she doesn’t know how she was infected. She and her husband are in there with your niece now.”

“It won’t take her long to figure it out. There’s only one way to be infected by Wolfbane.”

“Yes. I’m well aware. I just can’t believe this happened twice. No one here at the labs would do this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I run the ER. I know for a fact that the higher-ups are terrified of The Alpha. They think he’s just like Xander.”

Zane looked at Joanna and coughed awkwardly into his hand.

“Just so you know I haven't told her anything.”

“So you didn't tell her you’re gonna be a grandfather?”

“No, I didn't tell her. Squirt would lose her shit if she found out you and I had a kid together. So we're gonna keep it that way. And if she asks you…Peabody is Layla’s father.”

“Fine. Now go check on them. They need you.”

Zane shook his head sadly.

“You wanna tell her that?”

“What do you mean?”

“She's selling the house.”

“What?!”

“I've been staying at Toby’s for the last few weeks.”

“Why didn't you say something?”

“Because you would've asked a million and one questions that I didn't have answers to.”

Joey sighed.

“Still you could've said something to me!”

“Look, Naia called and said she was coming to town and didn't want her mother to know. And I knew if I told you…there was a slight possibility that you would've told Laurie.”

“And yet here we are.”

“Yup. Laurie showed up and all hell nearly broke loose.”

“What do you mean?”

“Squirt went toe to toe with The Alpha.”

Joey’s eyes went wide.

“Just like she did with his father.”

“She's gonna get herself killed one day.”

“I know.”

Zane looked over at Roman.

“Does he know about Naia?”

“No. Not yet. I’ll tell him. ”

“Okay. I'm gonna go check on them.”

“Good. They're down the hall to the right. Room D17.”

“Thank you Joey.”

As Zane went to walk past the waiting area, Roman caught his wrist. Zane swallowed hard before turning to face Roman.

“Do you know what's wrong?”

Before Zane could answer, Dr. Simpson spoke up.

“Come with me Alpha.”

Roman cocked an eyebrow at Zane before quietly following the doctor away from him.

When Zane got to the room Naia was in he stopped outside the door. He looked through the window and saw his sister huddled over Naia. It broke his heart to see her so distraught. It reminded him of the night she was here years ago. And that he didn't listen to her, that he didn't believe her then. He quietly opened the door and stepped inside. When he walked in, Laurie looked up at him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Joey called. She said you were here and I thought—”

He trailed off when he looked at Naia.

“You thought what? That I was here in a bed again just like I was all those years ago?”

“I—”

That's when Shane cut him off.

“Well, you’re here. Are you happy?”

“I didn't know Naia was here until I got here and got punched in the arm.”

“Sounds like Joey.”

“She told me that—”

“It was Wolfbane poisoning?”

“Yes. I just can't believe that it happened again.”

Laurie scoffed and Zane looked down at the floor.

“The Alpha is out in the waiting area. So is Trent. I don't think they know.”

“They were here when we got here.”

That's when they heard shouting between both sides coming from up the hall. And Laurie had heard enough.

Something inside her snapped.

It felt like a dam had broken within her when she stood up.

“You two stay here.”

“Where are you going?”

“There's something that I have to take care of.”

Zane and Shane shared a worried look as Laurie stormed out of the room. When she got towards the end of the hall, the shouting and accusations between Trent and Roman grew louder.

“This is your fault!”

“Don't blame me!”

“Fine! How about I rip your head off? Would you like that?”

Trent scoffed.

“I’d love to see you try Balto.”

They stopped arguing when Laurie turned the corner.

“Oh please don’t stop bickering on my account.”

The look on her face was a mix of rage and pain. She glared at them both with her arms crossed.

“It shouldn’t surprise me that you two are at each other’s throats. Because in all honesty you idiots are the reason why my daughter is currently fighting for her life!”

“What?!”

“Let me summarize: Naia is in a coma, because of Wolfbane.”

Roman and Trent looked at each other then looked at her.

“What is that?”

“I’m glad you asked Alpha. If you must know, Wolfbane is a poison that your father had created.”

Roman looked at her incredulously.

“Did I mention that he created it with Bernard Sayre?”

Both men were stunned.

“Judging by the looks that you both have, I assume that neither of you know what I’m talking about. So here’s a little project for you: why would Xander and Bernard Sayre work together on anything?”

“Impossible!”

“Far be it from me to agree with the mutt but he’s right.”

Laurie issued one last declaration to them.

“One more thing, as of right now both of you will NOT step foot into this hospital!”

She then turned on her heel walking down the hall. Leaving them in shock.

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[s-and-n-writes]

scarred, broken, and mended

summary: She felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No, she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later. 

So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

pairing: jason todd x marinette dupain cheng, red hood x ladybug, red hood x multimouse

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warnings:

trigger warnings, abuse, mentions of abuse, angst, evil! adrien

a/n: Maribat Jasonette Fic. violence and bullying. there might be another tw but i don't know. the possible tw will start at ~~ and end at ~~. the definite tw will start from the first word and end at ~:~.normal intro notes. i'm s of s and n. also this is going to be angsty for a long time. also I've never read the comics or watched the movies for batman but i've read almost every maribat fic so plz come at me. thank u

Crack .

Marinette sunk down against the wall, holding her, now broken, wrist. Tears were streaming down her face as she held in a sob.

“Stop bullying Lila, you filthy bitch! God, why was I ever friends with you,” Alya whisper-yelled at her. They were in an empty classroom after school ended and nobody was around. Still, Alya took care to be quiet. Lila was standing behind her, complete with fake tear tracks and a massive smirk.

As Alya slapped her again, leaving her cheek red, Lila continued to fake sob about how she “couldn’t believe Marinette would act like this” and how she “makes it so hard to forgive her”.

~:~

“It’s fine, Lila. She deserves this. You are a much better person,��� Alya said, and they walked away together. Alya continued spewing out encouragement and praise until Marinette couldn’t hear them anymore. She finally let out her sobs but quickly wiped her eyes. She had to be home soon, before her shift at the bakery started.

She got up, cradling her wrist, and put up her hood to cover her red face and puffy eyes. Marinette had changed what she wore after the first time they left visible bruises. Now, she wore a black hoodie over a pink shirt, with grey pants, and kept her signature purse (I never liked writing clothes so just imagine them). She made them, and she signed everything with her signature: MAT. She had made a fashion brand online after Jagged Stone had asked for more pieces, and soon Clara Nightingale had asked for a few too. Eventually, her brand, MAT, was famous and celebrities everywhere wanted something. It stood for Marinette And Tikki, for her favorite tiny god. She knew Tikki would be there for her, no matter what.

Oh no! She was going to be late! Marinette took off, trying to rush home, when she winced and had to slow down. She had forgotten that her ankle was sprained after Alya pushed her down the stairs. She limped home quickly, entering through the back door. She didn’t need her parents realizing she wasn’t home yet.

Marinette hobbled up the steps and into her room, putting down all her books and collapsing on her bed. Tikki came out of her purse and flew near her.

“Marinette! Are you okay? Are you hurt too badly?” Tikki asked, full of concern for her favorite Ladybug.

“No. My face hurts but the main thing is my wrist. I think it’s broken,” Marinette said, trying to stuff the pain and sadness down. It was a habit even though Hawkmoth was defeated. She was just so used to pushing all her emotions down that she couldn’t stop. Blank-faced, she sat up and wiped away the tears. Her face was almost back to normal and she needed to start healing now  since her shift started in 10 minutes.

Marinette started chanting the healing spell she learned from the Grimoire. After Master Fu had passed over guardianship, she had taken it upon herself to learn the Guardians’ magic, as it would help her. Right now, she had to heal her wrist. FInishing the chant, she took a sip of the potion needed to complete the spell. Marinette scrunched her face in disgust. No matter how many times she drank it, it still tasted like a mix of broccoli, sock, and camembert. Odd combination, but what can you do?

Now that her wrist was almost fully healed, (it still hurt to move it a lot), she needed to run down for her shift. If she was late, her parents would ground her, and that would hinder her patrol schedule. Even though Hawkmoth was defeated, she and Chat Noir had kept their Miraculous. Well, that’s not completely true.

Chat Noir started out as a good partner, if not a little too flirty. As time went on, however, he started being less helpful. He would flirt aggressively and try to force Ladybug on dates, which made him useless in battles, but at least he would try. Once, he even went as far as to refuse to help defeat an akuma.

During the battle with Hawkmoth, however, when he was revealed to be Gabriel Agreste, Chat Noir fought hard , with an intensity Ladybug didn’t know he could have. It was completely new and seemingly out-of-character for the guy who would constantly get killed and controlled by akumas. Honestly, Marinette was a bit scared. She had to physically stop Chat Noir from cataclysming Hawkmoth.

After Hawkmoth was defeated, Ladybug decided not to reveal identities, since Chat Noir was kind of annoying. Not to mention, he was incompetent in fights and generally terrifying during the battle with Hawkmoth. Not a great person to know your deepest secret.

Chat Noir kept pushing for a reveal, how he deserved this for taking down Hawkmoth, and how everything would be great because they could finally date. Ladybug had no interest, and when she said so and refused the reveal, Chat Noir went crazy.

He began demanding and begging for a reveal, saying how they were ‘soulmates’ and they could ‘ finally start dating’ and how they were ‘perfect’ for each other. When that didn’t work, he was following her on patrol, trying to find out where she lived. Chat Noir and Adrien both got closer to Marinette as well. Chat Noir would stop by and vent about how Ladybug was rejecting him, and how Marinette was so similar to her. Adrien would hang out closer to her and Marinette saw him stealing glances at her during gym and lunch. Normally, this would have made her giddy, but her crush had died the day he said to ‘take the high road’.

Marinette could deal with this. She could deal with the following, the venting, and the begging. It was annoying , but not the worst. Then, it happened. Ladybug was out on patrol and Chat Noir was following her, as usual. He stopped her by yelling and caught up. Then, he grinned, and it was more animal than human.

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Ladybug could see the malice in his eyes when he pinned her on the ground. His claws traced her face, then it started. Chat Noir growled and tried to rip her suit, rip her mask, do anything to be able to identify her. He even tried to remove her Miraculous, but thankfully she had enchanted them so they couldn’t be removed by force. Then, he tried his ‘Hail Mary’.

“CATACLYSM,” Chat Noir yelled, no, growled , and Ladybug’s eyes went wide. His hand went to her left side and Ladybug screamed. She could feel the cracks on her skin, could feel the dark energy zooming across her body. She went limp, and Chat Noir jumped away, seeing how the suit cracked but didn’t come off. It left scars from the left side of her rib cage, stretching around to the right side of her stomach. The main one was on the front, but there were many smaller ones, branching from the main one and covering her back.

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After all of that, Marinette knew she had to take back the Miraculous. With a heavy heart, Ladybug called Chat Noir to the top of the Eiffel Tower and took back his Miraculous. It was hard but ultimately worth it. Even now, walking down to the bakery, she felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No , she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later . So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

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