#they have their bandages for reasons that will be shown later

[withacapitalp]

On the first day of school, Eddie had stood on their table in the cafeteria and declared that this was going to be his year. 

Well, ‘86 was going to be his year. Technically it was still ‘85 for three more months, but semantics semantics.  The rest of the club was confused, not exactly sure why he felt like this year was going to be different to the years of torture and mayhem that had proceeded it, but they appreciated Eddie’s insane amounts of optimism. 

Then two weeks later, Eddie spotted a group of lost little freshmen sheep. The one wearing a Weird Al t-shirt introduced himself as Dustin Henderson when Eddie came over to offer them refuge amongst the freaks of the school, and there was no doubt in the world that Eddie had been right. 

‘86 was going to be his year. 

Because it wasn’t like Dustin was a super rare name, but Eddie had never met a Dustin in Hawkins before that day. Meeting Dustin Henderson wasn’t just a fantastic coincidence, it was fate in action. 

Because Dustin Henderson was going to be the reason Eddie met his soulmate. 

Eddie had never shown anyone but Wayne his words. They had always been something sacred, special, no one else needed to know. There were people who showed everyone in the world, always looking for the person that might be the one to complete them, the one who would have words that matched their own. Eddie wasn’t one of those people. 

Even Gareth didn’t know.  

But, every night before bed, Eddie would carefully unwrap the bandage he always kept wound around his upper arm, looking down at the words and carefully tracing them with a single fingertip. 

Yeah. On Dust-Dustin’s mother. 

Dustin’s mother. They were so distinctive, so unique. It wasn’t the thing everyone dreaded- ‘How are you?’, ‘How can I help you?’, or even the worst, ‘Hi’. Eddie’s words were special, and that meant his soulmate was special too. 

Eddie had no idea what to expect from that first conversation, but he knew it was going to be wild. Probably some long winded crazy debate with laughter and sharp quips, and finally those words pushed out between giggles, which was the reason they would be shuttered. 

What Eddie never would have expected was to hear those words come out of Steve’s Harrington’s mouth. 

He never even thought that the words might be stuttered in fear, not laughter. Fear because of Eddie. Fear because of the broken bottle being held against his neck by his own damn soulmate.

Except no. No it couldn’t be him. Steve Harrington was not his soulmate. Steve Harrington was a jock douchebag, the kind of person Eddie had spent his entire life campaigning against. Steve Harrington was the epitome of everything Eddie wasn’t, and there was no way the universe or fate or god meant for them to be together. 

There had to be someone else in the room, someone he hadn’t seen who was going to appear out of the darkness and repeat exactly what Steve said.  

“Did you just say the words Dustin’s fucking mother to me?” Eddie growled out, desperate to be wrong, watching as Steve’s face grew impossibly whiter. There was a sharp burn on his upper arm, and he shakily dropped the bottle, hearing it shatter on the ground between the two of them. 

No doubt about it. Steve Harrington was his fucking soulmate. 

“Oh my god,” Robin Buckley said faintly from the background, but Eddie didn’t turn to face her. He couldn’t turn away from Steve, who was staring at him with the widest, most beautiful set of brown eyes Eddie had ever seen. 

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Steve offered, his voice barely more than a whisper. 

Eddie stumbled backward, the back of his thighs hitting up against the boat he had been hiding in. He roughly jerked at the right sleeve of his shirt, pulling it upward until the deep black words were visible, standing out against his pale skin. 

Steve fell back against the side of the boat house with a shaking sigh, slowly pulling off his jacket and peeling back one side of his stupid button down polo. He had left the top three buttons undone which made it easy for Steve to expose his soulmark to the rest of them. 

And there, sitting right over Steve’s heart, were the words he had just said.

Did you just say the words Dustin's fucking mother to me?

The first words Eddie Munson had ever directly said to Steve Harrington. 

#Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #steddie au #Steve and eddie #soulmate au #soulmark au #steddie soulmate au #stranger things #st #st au #st 4 #stranger things au #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

[intotheelliwoods]

This brought up a fun discussion on discord so I wanted to get some tumblr opinions as well

Reasons for having a prosthetic:

I have a design idea shown over here

There is an important story beat later that would require the prosthetic, but I can fudge it

Would have less phantom pain due tot he illusion of the arm still being there

Comic wise I have done buildup for it already (which granted would not be too hard to fall back from, people change minds and his path isnt linear)

Not sure if this is a pro or con but he knows how to maintain it and care for it

Reasons for not getting a prosthetic

Something something can fully accept the loss of the arm this way

He got used to seeing the stump, unlike Sprout, who had it bandaged and hidden up until getting a prosthetic

Gets to enjoy a metal chunk free shoulder, looks different in doing so, differentiating himself more fully from the other Leos

Would not have to worry about the potential health problems that come with ports (but dont worry, nothing bad would happen to him health wise if he did get a prosthetic)

May add some other points to these lists later

Anyways, asking this now because wheeze, he is scheduled to get his port in like, 2 updates, not to late to go back ig

#2 arms left #this probs wont decide anything especially if the results are close #but like #do toss me opinions in the comments #ok back to being on vacation I go #I will check results later

[factual-fantasy]

(post in question) @elegysonnet

Thank you! None of my ideas are really solid yet.. but I can explain the reasoning behind their designs and tell you a bit of the back stories that I've got so far! :}} (prepare for a WALL of text-YOU ASKED FOR IT--)

First, Jevil. I pictured my Jevil being locked away in a cell for many many years. Like I think canon Jevil was. The wear and tear you see on his clothes is just wear that developed overtime from being in that cell. I might update his old outfit later.. but so far the torn gloves, missing bell and worn shoe are from the years of being locked away. Now eventually he is able to break out of his cell and escape into the multiverse. I'm not sure how, but thinking its gonna have to do with mirrors. He probably wanted to go back to his AU, but if he did he'd just wind up right back in that cell. So he.. left. And just kind'a roams the multiverse now, looking for a new home I guess.

Now during his travels he was able to find bits of clothing to replace/repair his old outfit. Replacing his shirt, finding a new cape, cutting out a corner to patch his new shirt- Finding a cheap Christmas bell to replace his old one. Using standard bandages to patch his shoe- cutting a square out of the overalls to fit his tail and patch his torn hat- <XDD stuff like that.

Now turning to Grillby.. My Grillby's AU was suddenly destroyed. And Jevil saved him from being destroyed along with it. But Grillby isn't exactly grateful.. rather he's overcome with grief over the loss of his world and family, and is actually angry with Jevil for having saved him. He would have rather just been extinguished along side his wife and daughter..

Because of this emotional turmoil, Grillby tuned blue and stayed blue. (See this post for my Grillby color headcanons-) I drew him in his bartender outfit but that wont stick. He ends up wearing what ever trash clothes he can find. His uniform is the last existing thing from his AU. And he dare not let his emotional instability burn it up. So he keeps it folded up neatly in his backpack and just tosses the backpack aside when he gets upset enough to start burning things uncontrollably..

Now for the creepy one, Spamton! He comes from an AU where things function a bit differently then our usual Deltarune. One of the big differences is the acid in the queens castle is blue instead of green. And yes! I did go with the acid lake theory :00-- but instead shrinking when falling into the acid.. my Spamton just kind'a.. fell apart. Its like the structural integrity of his body just collapsed. He kind'a got Gastered- The outer layer of his face and hands got so dry that huge splits formed all over his face and knuckles. His teeth got stuck together and became one big glob of hard mass. His hair melted together, his pants and shirt became part of him.. Its pretty yucky. He was in so much pain and he didn't know what to do.. Well, that's when Jevil showed up.

I'm thinking that taking Spamton outside of his AU didn't eliminate his pain.. rather.. being away from his world effected his body and.. changed his pain. Changed how it hurts or where it hurts. In a way, Spamton is in "less pain" when he's outside of his AU, because the pain is different and more.. tolerable..? Somewhat.?? So he chose to leave his AU and stay with Jevil. Its not like he was leaving anything behind.. the people in his AU treated him horribly. As they traveled, they got a cloak and some goggles/glasses for him. Spamton also struggled with motor function in his hands. like Gaster.. So Jevil wrapped them in bandages to keep them together and help them move more coherently.

Also Grillby kind'a envy's Spamton for having an AU to freely return to. And thinks that despite the pain and struggles, he should return. He still has the opportunity to make a life for himself there. But you cant really blame Spamton for following the only person who has ever shown him kindness and changed his blinding pain into something else..

Then there's Goner kid. I'm thinking that she is from an AU where she fell into the core perhaps? But she's not a part of Gaster. She doesn't have anything that ties herself to him. She's just, out there. All alone..

Jevil finds her and feels sorry for her.. so he helps her to get back to her AU. Only to discover that another version of her already exists and took her place. In order to bring her back to her world, you would have to destroy her other self.. But her other self is a person too.. someone who can love, who can think, its a person. Jevil wont kill her and Goner kid doesn't want him too. But she's still heart broken.

Her entire identity was stolen. She has nothing left to her name.. not ever her name. Its not hers anymore. So to cheer her up Jevil gives her a new name. One completely unique to her. Goner kid smiles, and decides to follow Jevil where ever he goes. She cant have her old life or name back, but she can live a new life, with her new name and new best friend. (I might reveal that name in a future comic👀👀)

Eventually during their travels they come across an AU where Alphys made robot arms for Monster Kid. Now MK is like a teenager in this AU so he doesn't need the other arm models that Alphys built for him. So she simply gives a pair of little arms to Goner kid! The pink bow was also a gift from Jevil so there's that XD-

Now River person.. I haven't really been able to flesh her out too much actually. But I'm thinking that River person is in a similar situation to Goner kid and Grillby. She cant go back to her AU for some reason and is heart broken. Maybe it was destroyed like Grillby's was? I imagine that she's not mad at Jevil for saving her though. And I don't think she'd be grieving her life like Grillby is. More of.. she's grieving for.. everyone else's life?? She would take people on trips down the river and hear about their life and stories. Their hopes and dreams.. Hear about what the children wanted to be when they grew up. Only to have all that snuffed out. Gone. Yet she remains? Why her? She feels that compared to the others from her world.. She was simple. Was of less value then those that she spoke to. She feels like someone, anyone should have been saved in her place. Maybe survivors guilt would be a good way to put it?

But she's not angry with Jevil for saving her. Just.. hollow. Conflicted.. appreciative..? But still conflicted-

ANYWAYS, wall of text over XDD I hope you enjoyed reading all of that and I answered all of your burning questions. :}} Feel free to send more!

#my response #deltarune #undertale #jevil #spamton #grillby #goner kid #river person

[cyb3rspyd3r]

"YOURE THE REASON ☆."

pairing: e!1610 miles x blk fem! reader

summary: miles explains how he kept up his spiderman job for you

a/n: THIS FIC IS BASED OFF MY FAVORITE SONGG 😋go listen to spread thin by mariah the scientist u wont be disappointed

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you waited for miles to come back home after a while , but you knew he had an entire superhero job or wtv so it wasn't gonna be a short period of time that he was gone. but you were a spider person too , so understood how hard the job could be at times.

you scrolled through tiktok on your phone , trying to make the time that miles was gone pass by easier. you began to get tired of scrolling and put your phone down , laying on your bed and looking up at the ceiling. as your eyes closed , you started feeling your body getting tired as you tried to stay awake. your body began to get tired and you started to drift off to sleep.. you woke up from your slight slumber by a knock on your door.

"mamii , u awake?" the familiar voice made you perk up , it was no one other than your boyfriend , miles. as you got up from your bed taking off the covers , you heard him grunt which caused you to speed up a little faster to the door.

you opened the door to see miles with his jacket on and shorts , his suit was shown slightly under his jacket , it was ripped and he was bleeding slightly. "miles.. oh my wtf happened this time.." you rushed to get him in the room , laying him down on the bed and grabbing towels and bandages from your drawer.

"nothin ma .. js patch me up real quick i'll be good" miles gave you a faint smile , it was forced due to how much pain he was in. he was happy that you were always the one to bandage him up when he was injured , he liked callin you his lil nurse.

"noo miles i been told u to ask miguel for a break..god u dont listenn" you placed a towel on one of his wounds , trying to stop the bleeding. "this happened last week and you didn't ask him , u finna end up gettin srsly hurt u gotta stop." you scolded him , you didn't wanna lose him , and the way he was getting hurt left and right .. it could possibly happen.

"mami i gotta stop the spot before he gets to the collider because if he does it'll-" you put a hand over miles mouth , causing him to look up at you and lose his train on thought. "no miles. he can call millions of other spider people for that job but you're not going." miles took your hand off his mouth so he could speak , smiling which caused you to have a perplexed look.

"ma. listen. im doin this for the city not just myself.. and since i'm doing it for the city i'm mainly doing it for you.. i gotta protect you ma i can't lose my most precious gem." you were left speechless as miles put a hand on your cheek , caressing it with his thumb. "you're the reason ma. you're the reason i kept goin with my spiderman job."

you smiled lightly , the traced thought of miles still being able to get hurt ran through your mind but it slowly faded due to his smile , it brightened up your mood like it always does. miles had the prettiest smile , it could warm up a whole room.

"i love you miles.. but you're not going on that mission tomorrow. i'm textin miguel later and letting him know you're injured." you giggled , getting up and grabbing your phone off the charger bringing it over to where you and miles were sitting.

miles kissed you on your forehead, hugging you while pulling you onto him. "ight you got it ma."

taglist: @gw3ndyswonderland @nokkihy @444morales @all444miles @hiimayee @depressedmusliim @arielliio @laaailuh

#miles morales #miles x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #miles x you #miles molares #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #black reader #💘 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐢'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 . #atsv #hope you like it #atsv miles

[ivfrankenstein]

DEATH CHERISHES YOU | nuada silverlance x fem!reader;

the bloodstains on the stairs that had brought him here could be compared to breadcrumbs. step by step he was moving away from the original destination, consciously choosing to approach a new one. this one may not have been such an urgent matter for the prince, but another opportunity might not present itself for a long time to come.

farther on, the traces went away from the stairs and into the depths of the hall, from where a familiar dripping sound reached his ears. even at a distance it was effortless for nuada to hear all the breaths in and out of the person in there, so anyway, by the time his presence was noticed and all sounds suddenly stopped, it was definitely too late.

“you are easy to find, even when you're hiding.” he spoke first and purposely omitted the greeting, “shouldn't someone be watching you?”

“do they have to?” the voice from the darkness answered him with a question, “all my caretakers are busy at the moment. why don't you come visit me later?”

he stepped unobstructed around one of the columns on his right side and could now see the one talking to him from the back. it would be a pretty vulnerable position for another even without a bleeding wound on her arm. but he had more than once been able to see that she was not much bothered by this dangerous proximity. y/n was judged to be reckless and at times just a less skilled member of the team, which, nuada could tell, was hardly the truth.

“with seven nannies the child still loses an eye. are you familiar with that saying?”

“i am.”

it was very polite of her to answer him first, and only then to immediately clamp the end of the cloth with her teeth to tear it in two. the injury was deep enough that blood trickled from her hand to the floor, but y/n handled it with a dexterity that a less skilled member of the team could only envy.

“it's all a total waste of your blood.” he remarked, watching the small puddle below where she was sitting. there was all sorts of junk scattered everywhere. and the smell… it alone could suffocate a human victim.

“that troll has eaten over a dozen teenagers, in case you're wondering.” she forced herself to turn around and look at the expression on his face only to see nothing but a slightly raised eyebrow.

“one more ogre, one less.” he also gave her a nonchalant shrug, “there's not enough of you to catch them all anyway.”

“i’m not surprised you're more than okay with that information.” she said to his face before turning away again, continued to bandaging her arm and willfully badly playing the part where she wasn't dying to know what he was up to, “it just proves that an ogre as the only reason would hardly have caught your attention. so in that case, what brought the prince here?”

“the same as you.” it didn't cost him anything to tell her the truth, knowing there was probably nothing she could do about it, “it took me a lot of time and resources to find anything about this place myself.” except that what she wanted to get from him was different from what he'd come to share, “you did a great job, honestly. but it's for sure not the one that impresses me the most.”

it lasted less than a couple seconds, the way she stopped moving altogether, as if one single hint from him had paralyzed her to the bone. it was clear that the slightest interest shown in her ability would be met with the utmost wariness, which proved she was many things, but certainly not reckless.

“do me a favour, given my situation, and instead tell me if i should start worrying or not? it'll take me a while to remember where i left the gun.”

“oh, a gun, how uncivilised,” he said in a bored tone, “you have more delicate weapons with you. but i doubt you'll resort to any of them.”

“and why is that?” she asked, trying to stay focused, “i kept you from dying once because it was fair to your people. but for the second time, i hope your sister will forgive me for my non-interference.” her last words came out floating in a trembling voice. she was for now done with the bandage and turned to his side, with her hand clasped to her chest.

she seemed kind of particularly susceptible right now, and his years of being a corruptor suggested this might be a good moment to get close to her. but nuada's choice was to stay where he stood. from the beginning he was carrying this belief that y/n would want to know more without him seducing her into it. that's why he came. so he could see it for himself.

“by letting me live, you risked the fate of mankind by putting the interests of our race first. it's only fair for me not to fight you.”

“what a noble act. i know a few people for whom to take that chance would be enough to keep them happy for the rest of their lives.”

it might have seemed like an unnecessarily rude response, but it was clear to both of them that she was simply using the language of facts.

“and i will put my sister's name on that list with my own hand.” he confirmed it, “but as we've seen, that's not an acceptable outcome for you.” he paused to allow her to dispute it, but y/n only raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, willing to hear his explanation, “i'm going to guess that you've thought about the possible consequences of this decision of yours so often that you're now equally afraid of it and eager to discover it. you,” he pointed at her with an open palm, “already have so much of me in your thoughts that it's easier to let me go just to finally see.”

for a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, almost like examining that gaze for recognition.

“if so,” then, as nuada assumed she would, y/n found an answer way too quick for someone for whom what she'd heard would be new, “i think it won't sound too presumptuous that to come to those conclusions you must have thought a lot of me yourself.”

the next thing the prince heard was his own laughter. how she succeeded in making a fool of him so easily by saying it caused him to laugh about it absolutely sincerely. it was so human, he couldn't even be prepared for it.

“that was a dirty trick.” she admitted before he could, “in my defense, it's getting hard to keep my attention, so..” she reached for the walkie-talkie fixed to her belt, but before she pressed it, she looked at the prince once more, “if you'll excuse me.”

“please.” nuada only said.

“death jr. to red.” y/n switched, bringing the radio to her lips, “death jr. to red. we have a royal guest in the neighborhood. over.”

he smirked and nodded in understanding, “as a good team member should.”

y/n said nothing more and just watched him escaping casually into the darkness again. from there he added, “i hope by the next time when we get a chance to finish our conversation, you don't have so much blood on you, my dear. although i must say that red suits you well.”

—gif: @amatesura 📿 also, english not my first language. so, i beg you pardon.

#nuada silverlance #nuada silverlance x reader #nuada silverlance imagine #prince nuada #prince nuada x reader #prince nuada imagine #hellboy the golden army #hellboy imagine

[coffeeandbatboys]

OLLOOOOOOO!

Congrats on your follower milestone!💜🎉

I have magically appeared in your asks to send you a little something here 👀

I would like to ask for Kix (or Jesse if he works better, go where the muse takes you😘)

with the emoji 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 and i bestow the number

3

I hope you enjoy creating all of these! I'll keep my eye out for them! And i might just slide in with another later on if you dont mind 👀

😘💜💜💜

Yay!!!!! I definitely debated whether to do Kix or Jesse but I ended up going with our fav grumpy Medic.

Prompt is: Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love.

(Btw anyone can send in multiple requests) and I am enjoying this very much. I love writing for my boys. Also I must say I find it crazy that a few weeks ago I was fangirling over your fics and now I’m writing one for you. It is an honor.

Warnings: mention of slight injury, medbay, Kix cannot be paid a million credits to be relaxed and happy for ten seconds. Reader is a mechanic.

Gray (Kix x Reader)

“Kriff.” You hissed, pulling your hand back. Not five seconds later did you hear footsteps behind you.

“Medbay. Now, Cyare.”

You groaned in frustration. “Kix, I swear it’s only a scratch.”

“There’s blood all over your hand!” He screeched.

“That’s an overstatement. It’s just a little patch,” you said, clutching it to your chest.

You had nicked your finger on one of the metal studs inside an astromech, and it started to bleed pretty heavily. Kix had shown up like a moth to flame when the curse left your lips.

“Kix, I feel like the reason you shave your hair is because it’s gray.”

He huffed. “No such thing.”

“You worry too much.” you emphasized.

“Just,” he closed his eyes and took a breath. “Come with me. Please?”

You obliged, feeling bad for making him go crazy. Once you both reached the sterile medical room, Kix motioned to one of the beds, which you plopped down on.

After returning with a bacta patch and a cleaning pad, he sat down in front of you with a sigh. He carefully took your hand and began to wipe away the blood.

The lack of conversation was killing you, because you couldn’t tell if he was still worried or just mad.

You decided to break the silence. “You know, you don’t have to worry about me so much.”

He sighed, again. “It’s just…” he shook his head. “Never mind.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “That doesn’t work on me, Kixie. Spill it.”

“You’re the only person besides my brothers that I get to care for. And it’s weird because I’m used to treating worse injuries from the battlefield.” He smoothed the bacta patch over the cut.

Your lips parted in surprise.

He grimaced. “Do I sound stupid yet?”

“No! No…I just…never thought about it like that. But there are other ways to take care of me, you know.”

He took the bandaged hand and placed a soft kiss on the bacta patch.

You slid both hands up until they cradled his face. You noted the little lines around his eyes, and the stubble that was growing out on his jaw. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

You frowned. “Maybe I should be the one taking care of you.”

“Aw, Mesh’la.”

“Here.” You scooted so that you were laying on one side of the bed and patted the space next to you. He huffed and did as you asked, laying down and resting his head on your chest.

“Sleep, Kix. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He mumbled something into your skin that you couldn’t decipher, so you hummed in question.

He lifted his head slightly. “Love you so much, cyare.”

You shook your head with a smile.

“Love you too, Kix.”

#clone medic kix x reader #kix x reader #clone medic kix #tcw kix #kix #clone trooper kix #Kix x fem!reader #clone medic Kix x fem!reader #the clone wars #coffee’s 270 follower celebration #star wars

[mrsshabana]

Hii! Sorry making this question at 23:32~~:')

But anyway i saw someone asked how horny is YBF Gyutaro, and OH BOY if this other question plegued my mind! So...

Canon: doesn't really feel it

AAO: ASF

YBF: average...but still

Pet AU or Patient AU: . . .

Yeah, you get my point, HOW *clap*HORNY*clap*THEY*clap*ARE?

Oh and also i'm Simpppppppppppp666

Hi Simpppppppppppp666!! I recognize you from AO3! I am so happy to see you here, and thanks for the question! 😈 Let's get started

♥CW: Female reader (some sections may be gender neutral, but are referring to stories where the reader is female), masturbation, sex, noncon, dubcon, violence, abuse

Canon

Canon Gyutaro doesn't really feel it for multiple reasons. One being he is a demon, and doesn't feel a need to reproduce. If you were to give him two options, fuck this human or kill and eat this human, he would choose to eat them. He is used to humans feeling disgusted by him and the thought of having sex with someone makes him feel even more inferior. Why be vulnerable with someone when they will just become even more disgusted by you? Also living in the entertainment district has desensitized him to sex. It doesn't excite him and he sees it as just another greedy human activity.

He rarely even masturbates. Only doing it if he is particularly bored or is getting annoyed by the boner that just won't go away. When he meets you though, he will start doing it more often. Shamefully touching himself in private to the thought of the weak little human that treats him so sweetly.

And if he were to fall in love, everything would change drastically. You would have to help him understand his feelings or he might become very frustrated with himself, maybe even taking it out on you. If he builds that emotional foundation with you first, sex will happen sooner than later.

AAO

Oh boy. Yeah... he's horny as fuck. All you have to do is exist and he instantly has a raging boner. I didn't do this for no reason though! Gyutaro's horniness is very purposeful in this au.

Since demons evolved by having sex with humans and making "hybrids" the only demons that passed on their lineage were the ones that had more sex. So from a evolutionary perspective, demons had to have very strong sexual urges in order to pass on their genes. Since humans and demons don't normally copulate, and because the demon population has always been much smaller than the human population.

This applies especially to male demons. Because in this au, female demons cannot carry human offspring. So it has always been up to the male demons to carry on the population. If demons make up 33% of the population, that is only 16.5% of the population that is able to pass on demon genes. So yeah, horny demons survived and that horniness was passed on through generations. This also explains why the testosterone levels in demons are more than twice that of humans. This effects other things besides their sexual urges too. For example, their muscle mass. Most demons are ripped, but they don't have to work out like humans do. Their muscles maintain themselves.

So yeah. He's horny all the time, but for good reason! His instincts are just yelling at him to impregnate this cute little human!

YBF

He is horny about the average amount a guy in his twenties would be. Maybe a little bit less because of his self-body image and anxiety issues. But he does masturbate once a week, sometimes twice a week. His hands are always calloused and bandaged up, so masturbating can be difficult sometimes.

He's just so busy, and so focused on the band that he doesn't have time for relationships. Not that anyone has shown much interest in him. Being in a band, fans throw themselves at them all the time. But Gyutaro is usually left out. The fans always go for Douma first, then Akaza (but he always declines), then Kaigaku, and Gyutaro is last. There have been a few times where a fan really wanted to have sex with Gyutaro, but his anxiety never lets him get to that step. He has a few very embarrassing stories...

He wants to be popular and adored like the other guys. But he self-sabotages a lot. Maybe he'd be able to hook up with someone who he feels comfortable around. Someone who he trusts not to shame his body, or make fun of him for his lack of experience. Maybe... someone like you?

He has thought about it a few times... especially after the jam session you had at his place.

Pet au

I won't go too much into detail about this because I want to address it in the next chapter, with the vet. But I will explain it a bit so I don't have to go into a lot of detail in the chapter.

In this au, demons go through a heat. Similar to what some other animals go through. They are only capable of going through a heat when they are taken care of and healthy, or if it is induced with drugs. When a heat comes it makes demons feel very strange. Their entire body feels sensitive and they become very needy. They'll want to be coddled by their owners and never want to leave their side. They also become very horny too. They will be so desperate and needy for relief that it will be physically painful. As their owner you can approach this any way you'd like. Some people decide to torture there demons during this time since they are extra sensitive. A beating during a heat will be 100x more painful. Or you could give the demon a few days off, allowing them to stay in bed all day and tend to themselves. You could breed your demon with another demon that is also having a heat. Or you could help them out yourself...

When not in a heat, Gyutaro is not horny at all. He craves your gentle touches, but not in a sexual way. He has seen sex many times and knows that he is not a demon that is meant for that. He has never even masturbated before.

It's safe to say that Gyutaro has never had a heat before. Will you be able to get him healthy enough to ever have one? And if so, how will you take care of him during this time?

Nurse au

I know I haven't posted much for this au, but I would still like to talk about it! Gyutaro is on a lot of medications and has a lot of illnesses/conditions, so his level of horniness might be lower than what it could be. Especially because he is so thin, and rarely eats. Once he becomes a little healthier, he will start to have more of those urges.

Being in an asylum 24/7, he has lots of time to himself. So he does masturbate 3-6 times a week. Especially when you come around, one of the first nurses around his age. And not only that, but you are very kind to him. He fantasizes about doing horrible things to you... But you have to give him some credit. He does all of these things in private. Some of the other patients are not as considerate. It isn't uncommon for you to witness a patient touching themselves in the common area.

Gyutaro is very sadistic and mentally twisted, so he has some sexual fantasies that are not "normal" or socially acceptable. He associates violence with sex. He fantasizes about choking you... slapping you... thrusting down your throat while you struggle to breath... stealing your keys so he can lock you in the basement where he can take advantage of you without having to worry about anyone hearing your screams. He may be very forward and aggressive with you. He will manipulate you so you give him what he wants without daring to report him to the other nurses...

Maybe he will even be able to convince you that you are in love with him.

Thanks for reading! I spent way too much time writing this... But I am excited to hear your thoughts (^///^)

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #canon #AAO #YBF #pet au #nurse au #gyutaro smut #kny smut

[frank-pricely-in-toyzone]

NPMD ACT 2 AND OVERALL THOUGHTS!!!!

AAAAA that was so good! I really really liked it, I don't really think my opinion changed from Act 1 all that much, but still.

Short, non spoilery review: 8/10 overall! Loved the songs and the serious parts, and all the characters were interesting, but the comedy didn't really hit for me. I had a few issues with the ending, but nothing terrible. Otherwise it was amazing!

Spoilery thoughts ahead!

Let's start story wise. As I said in my Act 1 notes, I didn't really enjoy the more comedic scenes. Not all of the comedy hit for me (some of it did, admittedly), but it felt like a very slow start and wasn't all that entertaining. I did like the fact that the miscommunication between Steph and Pete got sorted out really fast though, that was appreciated. I preferred Act 2's storytelling over Act 1's, absolutely. I really enjoyed the serious scenes.

Character wise, my favourite has to be Max. I knew from the trailer I'd really like him, I'm a sucker for 'vaguely sympathetic villains', especially since it was implied 1) Max could be kind if he wanted to be 2) He was being mentally affected. I just love his character, okay? And Branner did an excellent job of playing him. All the characters were well written, and I'll admit I didn't really like Ruth at first but Act 2 really humanised her (right before killing her, but that's typical of slashers). I also, while I'm not sure I like him, really want to see more of Solomon Lauter. I feel like there's a lot more to be explored with him.

Also, the Lords in Black were amazing. They were AMAZING. I wish they'd come on stage during the scene where Max is vanquished and dragged him off stage, I think that would've been a really potent visual, but I understand why that couldn't have been done. I think I might draw that as fan art! Maybe.

The songs were all pretty good along the board! I don't think my top 2 have changed from Act 1, Nerdy Prudes Must Die and Hatchet Town are still my favourites. But I think Literal Monster Part 2 and As Cool As I Am Reprise are tied for my 3rd favourite. There were some songs I didn't really love, but I think I liked all of them (except for one, but that was more for narrative reasons - more on that later.) I have to say though, I think the Barbeque Monologues has been the only 'show within a show' that has actually worked for me. Even if the song wasn't great, it worked really well to further Ruth's character, and is the reason I ended up liking her in the end. Oh, and it was actually funny.

I only really have 3 things I didn't really 'like', and the last one is just a minor thing that I can probably get answered anyway, so it's closer to 2 things.

Shapiro should've died or at least been seriously injured. I think the fact she lived lessened the impact of that scene, which showed just how powerful Max had become, and he shoved her head through the windshield!! Even if she was to live, she should've at least shown some injury, like a bandage around her head. I just didn't find it believable that she lived.

Grace shouldn't have reprised Nerdy Prudes Must Die / Dirty Dudes Must Die. Now don't get me wrong, I did like the fact that Grace was paralleling Max at the end, showing how she was the new Max, but I just felt like Dirty Dudes Must Die hammered that in too hard, especially since that was the song that established Max as genuinely Dangerous with a capital D. I would've probably preferred Literal Monster or maybe Highschool is Killing Me as the reprise (or hell, even Best Of You!). Honestly part of me thinks there shouldn't have even been a reprise of any song at all. Didn't really lessen the impact of the ending for me, but I just think it would've worked better. (also yay Jason lived, I liked Jason)

How did Ruth die. Max just gave her a wedgie. Did he tear off her back skin and suffocate her with her own skin, or like suffocate her with her underpants or something? But like she died before that so? How did she die

That's really it though. I loved the singing and the acting, it was all super well done! 8/10 overall for me!

#hatchetfield #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield saga #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes must die spoilers #npmd #nerdy prudes spoilers #npmd spoilers #npmd review

[nanabansama]

Hi ! what past do you think Hanako have ? I mean he did not have any bandage in chapter 101 ! do you still think it is Tsukasa that hurt Amane ? what do you think Amanes real reason is to kill Tsukasa ? To me it feels like Tsukasa want Nene to know the reason and Amanes past, it feels like Hanako did something more horrible that Tsukasa want Nene to know !

Hi there!

Per Tsuchigomori's account (his homeroom teacher) we were lead to believe that Amane had been receiving injuries since his first year. And as you say, during Chapter 101, we see Amane in his first year... with no visible injuries.

Obviously, the conclusion to be drawn here is that Amane either hadn't started getting injured yet, or that the wounds are simply located in unseen places. (Which Tsuchigomori wouldn't know about regardless.)

Anyway, I do still think it was Tsukasa hurting him, whenever that started happening. I simply believe that Amane's behavior about getting hurt makes no sense unless it was Tsukasa. I don't see why Amane would go to such lengths to protect anyone like that if it wasn't his brother--the only person he has been shown to have any significant relationship with in the story before his death. And, later, the one that becomes his most precious yorishiro.

Of course, as always, I could be wrong! But I don't think I'll ever be budged on this issue, not unless we learn some new earth-shattering information about Amane's past.

As for Amane's motive to kill Tsukasa, it's all speculation at this point. Honestly, I wouldn't doubt that someone could have figured it out already by analyzing the themes of the story. But, for me personally, it's really hard to come to any sort of conclusion--especially one that feels satisfying. For something to have been kept a secret for so long, I'm mostly just hoping that AidaIro will deliver when it comes time to bring it to light. (And considering their track record, I'm optimistic!)

As for Tsukasa, his motives are always a little mysterious to me... outside of him seemingly wanting to grant Amane's true wish and destroy all the yorishiro. I mostly view Tsukasa as someone using Nene to accomplish his goals, which I think has been made pretty obvious in the recent chapters.

...But then you have moments like when he sends Nene to The Place That Is Everywhere And Nowhere and she ends up meeting Amane from the past, and you have to wonder if he planned that to happen all along... ...And for what? How does that help accomplish his goals at all??? I don't know!!! He's so confusing!!!!!

But anyway, I do lovingly subscribe to the theory of Amane doing terrible things in his past--other than murdering his brother, of course! That's admittedly some wishful thinking on my part, but I just love when stories are revealed to be more complex than they're first presented to be.

And if Tsukasa wanted to show that past to Nene, to reveal to her what Amane keeps hidden away (even if it isn't that horrible)... I think it makes some sense! She did do him a favor back at the Red House, right? And maybe there's some as-of-yet unseen bonus to keeping her informed. Who knows!

Anyhow, considering how Tsukasa was portrayed in Chapter 107, where he makes a face like this while singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow...

...even if Amane only murdered his brother... it really makes you wonder how "justified" it all was.

Thanks for the ask! ^_^

#ask #yugi twins #nene yashiro

[pebre-con-aji]

So! chapter 11 left us all crazy, both anime onlys and manga readers were facing the same problem and neither knew what was gonna happen. Thankfully, we got answers to many of our questions and most of our favorites got to live.

But before we manga readers get our hopes up, we should analyze what happened in the new chapter and what things could be anime only.

I will start this by saying that I don't ussualy make theories nor am I someone that catches many details, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

First, I will talk about Fyodor's scape and death.

One of the most important parts of the plan to defeat Fyodor is having a vampire pilot the helicopter/whatever vehicle he is using for scaping. In this case, it was achieved by having him injure one of his hands and making him unable to pilot the helicopter by himself.

*translation: if your hand were destroyed, you would need a vampire as a pilot*

It is said by Dazai himself, the plan since the start was to leave Fyodor unable to pilot, therefore scape by himself.

Here we can see in the Anime and Manga the moment Fyodor gets injured, but in the manga there is a difference. There are no wounds in his hands in later panels.

This panel shows both of his hands, and there is no wound, blood or even bandages.

Same scene in the anime, we can clearly see the wounded hand.

What does this mean for the plan?

I think we have to take other things into account before we speculate on that. But I think Dazai's plan in the manga will be different, one, because of what has already been shown in this post, and two, because of Sigma.

Why Sigma?

In both manga and anime, we last see him passed out on the floor after getting information from Fyodor, especifically "all of his secrets"

We assume he is passed out due to the great amount of information he got, just like it happened with Atsushi. What we don't know is what info got Fyodor, let's remember Sigma's ability is an exchange of knowledge, not extraction.

In this new chapter we are led to believe that he is dead or left behind inside Mersault, like is shown here

*translation: although, I doubt he'll wake up*

After being Dazai's partner during the scape and what appears to be an important part of Dazai's plan in stopping Fyodor and figuring him out, he is left behind and forgotten, making all of his development and his conflict with Dostoyevski unecesary.

It makes all the build-up to finally knowing Fyodor's ability and his ultimate goal fall apart, especially after having none of those factors play a role on his defeat

I'm not sure if any of this makes sense, I'm a bit sleep deprived and sick, so my reasoning may not be all that consistent.

English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

#there are many things I left unsaid #like that fyodor's death feels rushed #and there are many questions left to answer #they left poor sigma abandoned in the cold hard floor #long post #bsd #bungou stray dogs #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bsd anime #bsd analysis #bsd manga #bsd sigma

[missdeepend]

Why Acnologia Fails as a Villain

This idea has been floating in my head for a long period of time. It is truly disappointing as he had the potential to be so amazing if there were just some fixes, which I’ll go over later on in this post, but lets get down to the explanation for the title you may be confused about. I see Acnologia, in comparison to other villains in Fairy Tail, as a failure of a villain. There are many types of villains in Fairy Tail, ranging from ones that are genuinely evil to those that had their sight of goodness blocked. In terms of Acnologia, he seems to be a mixture of both, a man who was once a doctor 400 years ago, turned into a Dragon Slayer who began slaying dragons with his new power. If you believe the movies are cannon, he swore to kill every last dragon in order to make up for not saving Sonia, a girl who later became a “Dragon Slayer” herself. Acnologia had the potential to rival Zeref in the field of who would be the best villain of Fairy Tail. His introduction was great, with foreshadowing given to Natsu by the introduction (for us the reader/watcher) of Gildarts. Gildarts of course had fought Acnologia and swore he was unbeatable by even his standards with bandages around his chest and his arm and leg now prosthetics. Then it is revealed who had done this as they encounter him on the island. A giant ferocious dragon who counters what the slayers believe in Dragons. He is brutal in everything he does as shown in every scene he is in, but there was one biggest downfall of his. His connection to the story. You can say that almost everything in Fairy Tail is connected to each other and if it wasn’t for one thing, many other things would not have happened. Acnologia can fit into this narrative as well, his obvious part in the story being that he is the ne that kills Igneel and the reasoning why Anna Heartfilia sends the Dragon Slayers 400 years in the future. My biggest problem with Acnoogia is he has no ties with the theme, which is why Zeref trumps him in terms of a villain. You could argue that Acnologia represents a villain with no ties to family. He has no ties to friends. He barely has a heart himself. However, this is the downfall of Acnologia. It seems that the point of Acnologia is to become a villain you dread the hero will fight up against only based off the brutality of his scenes. He has no connection to the rest of the gang except being the reasoning of missing seven years, Gildarts condition, and ending a reunion between father and son too soon. Every scene he is in is just for shock factor it seems.  Maybe if he had a tie in with Zeref other than being a dragon, or maybe if he had a closer tie with Irene, the mother of Dragon Slayers. Even if he had a better final battle, which I know caused a rift in the community.  I would like to see what you all think though. I always favored Zeref in comparison to Acnologia but maybe it is because of the beautiful story woven from Zeref’s character.

See you later in the Deep End!

#fairy tail #fairy tail characters #fairy tail anime #fairy tail manga #fairy tail discussion #Character Study #acnologia #dragon #anime dragon #zeref dragneel #fairy tail acnologia #fairy tail zeref #villain #anime villain #manga villain

[lavenezolanarusa]

დ .•*””*• 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘! •*””*•.დ

@stephcass-week ꨄ

𝐷𝑎𝑦 4: 𝐻𝑢𝑟𝑡 / 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡

Cassandra always kept herself busy with any task, so much so that sometimes she didn't even leave time for herself. And That made a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed patrolwoman a little angry.

She knew that her girlfriend had things to do and that she couldn't leave them, but she wasn't going to let her overdo herself with difficult tasks for the fun of it, so she decided to follow her and maybe take some tasks off her; she stole some nights of patrolling, took care of organizing some papers, arranged important matters... all in order to see her beloved a little less stressed.

But one night, the last straw came. It would have been more or less 4 in the morning, and Stephanie could clearly hear some tired footsteps entering, she would have been alarmed if it weren't for the fact that she knew that those footsteps belonged to Cassandra; She decided to go meet her to at least lift her spirits a bit, but what she didn't expect was to find the love of her life covered in her blood while she walked slowly and it seemed as if the world had fallen on her shoulders. Her entire body ached. Her half-closed eyes didn't make out very well what she was doing and when she tried to hug Stephanie she almost fell to the ground, which made the blonde run towards her to catch her.

▪Cass? -she called her, hoping that she would answer him, even if she went with a simple sigh

• Steph... - The Girl replied, trying to seem calm- Don't worry, it's nothing... just-

▪Let me help you, and you better not say it's not necessary. -warned the blonde in a serious tone, helping him get up from her and taking her to the bed so she could make herself comfortable. Needless to mention the fact that she took it upon herself to disinfect and bandage her wounds as much as she could under Cassandra's tired gaze.

A couple of minutes later, the brown-haired woman dared to speak, although it was more of a question than a neutral phrase.

• Why?

▪ What do you mean by that, Cass?

•Why do you worry about me? -That simple question made Stephanie's whole body freeze- You're wasting your time... I can take care of this on my own.

Cassandra had never received affection from anyone, while other children had functional families with games and hugs... Cass spent all day being "the perfect weapon", going so far as to say "My father has always had the weapons dangerous to use against anyone... And I'm one of them."

No one had ever shown her affection like a hug, pat on the back or if she wants a compliment... And it was something that a certain blonde with eyes like the ocean had given her to see for the first time. For once in her life she was seeing how someone cared for her and...she didn't know why.

She didn't deserve it, she didn't deserve that she worry about her well-being, she didn't deserve that she was so loving when she saw her like this... Or at least that was what her mind told her. Her gaze lowered, her spirits dropped so much that for two seconds she thought they were greeting Satan, she entered a terrible trance and just when she was going to plunge back into everything she did wrong-

▪Cass! Cassandra! -before she could get lost in her mind, she could feel the arms of her girlfriend surrounding her

•What's happening? -she asked confused, taking Stephanie's face in her hands.

▪ I should ask you that question! - the blonde told her, hugging her tightly- I went to put some things away and when I came back you were having a panic attack.

The mere mention of it made the almond-eyed girl feel bad for worrying her girlfriend.

"I'm sorry..." -she murmured.

▪You don't have to apologize, darling... Listen, I know your life was hell, I know you've suffered like nobody else, I know you've seen things that don't do you good... but that doesn't mean you have to swallow everything that you feel without a specific reason... you have me here, I'll be with you until no one remembers us and we're just stardust... until the sun explodes, the sky falls and the stars go out... I'll stay with you without no matter what happens... even if I have to sacrifice myself millions of times... I would do it to see your smile.

#stephcassweek2023 #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #stephcass #writing #day 4

[i-was-a-teenage-eldritch-horror]

Misato & Rei

For the past few months I’ve been noticing parallels between Misato and Rei. These two couldn’t be more different on the surface, but they’re surprisingly similar. I wrote a short post about the similarities between the two in 2021, but the ones I’ve noticed lately have been deeper. Without further ado:

Firstly and most significantly, the primary conflict that both Misato and Rei have is with a paternal figure...Dr. Katsuragi and Gendo. Compare to Ritsuko and Asuka, whose primary conflicts are with their mothers.

Misato and Rei both inherit items from their paternal figures (the cross necklace and Gendo’s glasses) which become objects representing comfort, attachment, and trauma. Shinji interacts significantly with both these items; Misato gives him the cross necklace in eoe, and Shinji trying on the glasses is an incredibly significant scene. Misato's scar stemming from Second Impact is shown very pointedly moments before a cut to her dresser, where she keeps her cross necklace when she takes it off at night. Likewise, Rei takes Gendo’s glasses with her into the entry plug while she’s undergoing testing. This is later accompanied by an equally pointed shot of Rei holding onto the glasses after testing is completed.

Both Misato and Rei have very conflicting feelings towards their paternal figures. Misato hates her father as much as she wants to avenge him, and in doing so she becomes him. Rei hates Gendo for all the abuse he’s inflicted upon her, yet she slaps Shinji when he badmouths him, and finds it absurd that he doesn’t have faith in Gendo.

Misato and Rei’s deaths in eoe are also tied to their paternal figures...as well as Shinji. Misato dies while escorting Shinji to Unit 01 so he can fight the MPEs. The reason Misato encourages Shinji so forcefully throughout the series is because she’s living vicariously through him; he can fight the angels directly in a way that Misato simply can’t. Rei dies on her own terms, denying Gendo his master plan with him at the center of it, robbing him of his role. In this way, both Misato and Rei take the place of their paternal figures, yet in doing so Misato continues to serve her paternal figure, while Rei defies hers.

Misato and Rei also seek out people who remind them of their paternal figures. Kaji and Shinji remind them of Dr. Katsuragi and Gendo respectively. They have conflicting feelings about Kaji and Shinji, though I think the nature of those feelings are different for Misato and Rei.

Let’s return to the cross necklace and broken glasses for a moment. The scenes where Misato and Rei receive these items are heavily paralleled. Misato and Rei receive these items in times of crisis; Second Impact and a sync test gone dangerously wrong respectively. Their paternal figures save them, and Misato’s escape pod looks pretty similar to an entry plug, too. Though the differences in Dr. Katsuragi and Gendo are significant as well. Dr. Katsuragi intentionally gave Misato the cross necklace, whereas it seems like Rei might have just picked up the glasses on her own. They also sustain injuries from these events. Misato receives the scar on her chest, and Rei sustains several injuries all over her body. The injury motif is returned to time after time with Misato and Rei. Misato’s scar and the image of a bandaged Rei are returned to constantly throughout the series. Finally, both Misato and Rei are shown looking up at their paternal figures in these two scenes.

Misato and Rei also lose the ability to speak (albeit to different degrees) after a traumatic event. For Misato, it’s Second Impact. For Rei, it’s being killed by Naoko. While Misato was totally non-speaking, Rei was only semi-speaking, but we never see her talk as much as Rei I does when she lets it slip to Naoko how much Gendo hates her. As I note in my post from 2021 that I linked to earlier, Misato and Rei were both regarded as test subjects. Note how Misato, at age 14, was surrounded with age-inappropriate items such as building blocks and a teddy bear at the hospital she stayed at post-Second Impact, while a toddler-aged Rei was held in a room with only machinery and furniture meant to serve that machinery. 

Misato and Rei are both heavily thematically associated with motherhood. Misato very intentionally tries to be a mother to Shinji and fails. Rei, meanwhile, is literally a clone of Shinji’s mother. Yet both Misato and Rei fail to truly measure up. Misato’s choice to be a mother to Shinji is a choice, and she treats it pretty trivially. The number of scenes that involve Shinji taking care of Misato is striking. She’s also not his biological mother. As for Rei, even though she’s Yui’s clone (and in that sense she is a biological mother/Shinji’s biological mother) she’s a teenager. Neither Misato nor Rei possess a very nurturing or maternal personality, either. Also, both of them are shown speaking to Shinji towards the end of the Komm Süsser Tod sequence in eoe. Out of the three women Shinji interacts with the most in the series, Asuka is the odd one out, as she’s not thematically associated with motherhood. I talk about this at length in this post.

Rei is thematically associated with water (it’s alluded to in her surname; Ayanami means “twilled waves”). This is pretty standard trivia, but I would also argue that Misato is associated with ice. Antarctica is where Second Impact took place, after all! Water and ice are merely the same thing in different states. Rei is water: flowing, changing, dialectical, while Misato is ice: static and well, frozen in time. She’s obsessed with events that happened over a decade ago, to detrimental and selfish ends. Rei changes dramatically over the course of the series! She is always questioning, thinking, and contemplating. It’s fundamental to her character, just as it’s in water’s nature to flow. Although Misato undergoes character development...fundamentally, she doesn’t change all that much, if at all, by the time of her death in eoe. It takes an outside force (Kaji) prompting her in order to get her to question information and beliefs she thought she was secure in. This mirrors how ice will stay frozen unless it’s exposed to heat. All in all, Misato sacrificing herself for Shinji’s sake is not a hard-won battle the way that Rei defying Gendo is.

Lastly, for a less serious parallel, Misato and Rei are the only eva characters who have unnatural hair colors.

For a conclusion, I’ll say this: Misato and Rei are both fighting neglectful and abusive paternal figures. The trauma they have each endured is significant and heartbreaking. For as much internal turmoil they have over their paternal figures, throughout most of the series, Misato and Rei generally serve their interests. Where the two differ is that by eoe, Misato has completely and totally turned into her father, while Rei’s final words to Gendo are “because I am not like you.”

#originals #misato katsuragi #rei ayanami #nge #eva #evangelion #neon genesis evangelion #eoe #end of evangelion #nge analysis #eva analysis

[cascowriteswords]

Cryptidally Yours

Part Four

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A twig snaps somewhere in the distance. Lexa glances in the direction, quickly dismissing it as a small animal, but sleeping Clarke startles awake. She rolls up onto an elbow, eyes wide and panicky as they dart around.

“It’s okay,” Lexa says, still sitting on the ground, leaning against a nearby tree. Clarke looks disoriented and frightened, some fear likely still lingering from the night before. Understandably. “You’re safe.”

She watches Clarke take a breath and nod, accepting the reassurance. “How’s your ankle?”

“Hurts,” Lexa answers honestly, shrugging. “But it’s fine. I’ll be able to get back to camp.” Before Clarke can argue she pulls herself to her feet, bearing weight on it to make a point. Clarke knows she’s trying to avoid letting her look at it; Lexa can tell by the way her eyes narrow, by the set of her jaw as she considers insisting on tending to it before they go, but ultimately she doesn’t push the issue. Probably just as ready to get out of here as Lexa is.

“Okay. That’s good.” Clarke stands up, brushing dirt and dry pine needles off of herself. She wrings her hands together to try and coax warmth and circulation back into her fingertips. “I have a first aid kit with ace bandages and ibuprofen back at camp. We’ll be able to take care of it when we get there.” She holds Lexa’s gaze like she’s waiting for her to protest. When no argument comes she hoists her backpack off of the ground and back onto her shoulders, looking at Lexa expectantly as she waits for her to lead the way.

Having been awake all night, too uneasy to sleep at the same time as Clarke and leave them unprotected, Lexa was able to watch the sunrise and get a better sense of the general direction they need to head in to get back to camp. She nods her head for Clarke to follow as sets off at a steady clip, compensating for the pain in her ankle with a limp in her stride.

She figures Clarke will be happy that she’s not sprinting through the forest today.

The thought reminds her of their little spat the day before, during which she’d essentially told Clarke that she doesn’t belong here and implied more than a little bit that she feels like she has to babysit her. Only a short time later Clarke had risked her life to save Lexa from whatever had been chasing them. Hours spent in the dark while Clarke sleep fitfully on the ground in front of her provided her with plenty of time for reflection on her behavior and the fact that she may have judged Clarke prematurely. As differing as their philosophies when it comes to Bigfoot hunting may be, Clarke is a good person. She’d shown true bravery and selflessness by staying with Lexa when she could have run - and had every reason to run after how Lexa had been treating her. Additionally, as she thought about it more, she had witnessed the effort Clarke put into setting up her trail cams; nothing she did was on a whim. It was obvious she’d put a lot of thought into how she’d accomplish her goals on this trip and she hasn’t strayed the course despite an unexpected, sullen camp-mate trying to rush her along.

Lexa has a lot of pride in herself, but she knows when to swallow it.

When they stop for water about an hour later once they’ve picked up their trail back to camp, she decides to try to clear the air between them. “I was wrong about you, Clarke.” Clarke meets her eye but remains cautiously neutral, aside from an initial quick flash of surprise. “I can tell how much you care about this trip and what we do. I let how different your ways are from mine cloud my judgment and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

Clarke’s expression changes from cautiously neutral to mildly suspicious, clearly taken aback. And well, Lexa can’t really blame her for that after how she’s acted the past several days. “You’re not wrong,” she says after a moment, “But if you’re feeling compelled to say all of this just because I saved your life, you don’t have to. Anyone would have done the same thing.”

“That’s not true,” Lexa disagrees. “And it’s not just because of that. Your actions last night were just the catalyst that inspired me to rethink my behavior and my thought process about this trip. You were right, yesterday; if we work together instead of separately we improve our chances of success. We have the chance to do something different - to make a difference.”

“It really feels like you’re just sucking up to me because I saved you.”

“I’m not,” Lexa insists. “I’m just smart enough to admit when I’m wrong. And I was wrong.”

“Who are you and what have you done with the real Lexa?”

“Clarke,” Lexa sighs, rolling her eyes. But when she catches sight of Clarke’s bright, teasing smile, she can’t help but smile back. “Do you accept my apology? Can we have a truce?”

“For the record, I was never actively fighting against you, so I don’t know if it’s technically a truce,” Clarke nitpicks, just to get a small rise out of Lexa. “But yeah. You can have your truce. I’m glad you finally saw the light.”

Lexa holds out her hand for Clarke to shake and seal their deal. As soon as she takes Clarke’s hand in her own she knows for certain she’s made the right decision; it’s like a weight lifts off her shoulders. She came out here to find Bigfoot but also to enjoy the wilderness and reconnect with her inner peace. Quarreling with Clarke has been preventing her from accomplishing any of that.

She shakes Clarke’s hand and lets herself get lost in blue eyes that shine hopefully back at her and she feels something loosen in her chest.

She feels like there’s hope for this trip after all.

She feels free for the first time since she set foot on that plane.

… …

“...but how do you know it wasn’t a Bigfoot. It was dark.”

Clarke’s trying to distract Lexa, and her method of choice is to purposely drive her a little insane. Whatever helps keep her mind off the fact that there’s no way taking her boot off isn’t going to hurt; Clarke can see how swollen her ankle already is and some bruising starting to appear around her malleolus. Lexa is a lot tougher than she looks because Clarke isn’t sure she knows anyone who would walk around on that thing without so much as a wince.

“After decades - centuries - of being one of the most elusive creatures on Earth, if not the most elusive creature on Earth, you really think one would just…charge us? Unprovoked and undetected?”

Lexa sounds playfully annoyed. It makes Clarke smile, which she hides by ducking her head as she pulls off Lexa’s boot in one quick motion, one hand wrapped around her shin to stabilize it and try to reduce the pain. Lexa doesn’t even make a sound.

“But there’s no way to know, you know? Too bad we didn’t have one of my cameras set up there.” She gently peels off Lexa’s sock and sets it aside. Her ankle…doesn’t look good. She glances up at Lexa and can tell by the look in her eye she knows that already.

“It looks worse than it is,” she says as Clarke gingerly palpates the area with her fingertips. Then back on the subject of Bigfoot, “I am curious to see if your cameras pick up on any grizzly activity though. I saw signs all over the place while we were walking. We’ll need to be more careful about getting back to camp before dusk.”

“Oh, so now you want to see my footage, huh?” With one hand cupping Lexa’s heel and the other supporting the bottom and side of her foot, she brings her through a limited range of motion. Lexa grimaces, but she’s right. It’s not broken or fractured, just a sprain. “I only half believed your little spiel back there about agreeing that we should work together.”

“I’m not very good at half measures,” Lexa says while Clarke rummages through her kit for the ace bandage. “If you want to work with me, I’m all in. That includes helping you go through whatever you get on the cameras.”

“Of course I do,” Clarke says, rolling her eyes. “I shook on our truce, remember?”

Lexa nods, and Clarke works on wrapping her foot. When she’s done it’s not perfect, but the joint is at least stabilized enough that with her boot on and if she’s careful there shouldn’t be much more damage inflicted while they’re out here.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

“My mom’s a doctor,” Clarke answers as she packs up her kit. “For a long time I thought I was going to be one too.”

“But not anymore?”

Clarke looks up, hands stilling on the zipper of her kit, surprised by the follow-up question from the same girl who has barely spoken to her since they met if not to snap at her. “No, not anymore,” she tells her, a little ruefully. “I like medicine. I’m good at it. But it just doesn’t…” she trails off, shrugging. “My dad used to take me on camping trips when I was younger and we would hunt for Bigfoot. I don’t know if he actually believed in Bigfoot or if it was just a fun game he played with me, but those are some of my favorite memories with him.” She pauses, forcing herself to look away from Lexa, who’s watching her with a soft look in her eyes that she hasn’t seen before. Between that and the fact that she hasn’t talked about her dad to anyone in a long time, it’s borderline too much. She fixes her gaze on a tree behind them, swaying gently in the wind. “When he passed I went through something of an existential crisis. You can imagine how thrilled my mom was when I dropped out of college to focus on my Bigfoot hunting YouTube channel.”

“I’m sorry, Clarke.”

Clarke looks back at Lexa then, worrying she’ll see pity when she’d prefer almost anything else. It’s the standard response whenever she tells anyone about her father. Instead, when she meets Lexa’s gaze all she sees is understanding. “It’s okay,” she says, the corner of her mouth twitching up into a grin. “My mom stopped referring to my work as “silly videos” when I hit a million subscribers, so that’s something at least.”

“Baby steps,” Lexa agrees, a small smile on her face. She doesn’t push for more details, try to reassure Clarke that she made the right choice, or tell her how proud her dad would be of her. She just lets it be like she can tell intuitively that’s what Clarke wants.

“You’ve lost someone too,” Clarke guesses. Lexa nods, just a small dip of her chin. Clarke watches the bob of her throat as she swallows and looks somewhere over her shoulder and wonders if she shouldn’t have pried. Going from being at odds with each other and only speaking to bicker to this sort of conversation is a pretty big jump. But before she can start backpedaling, Lexa speaks.

“Her name was Costia.” Lexa has a faraway look in her eyes - Clarke wonders what sort of memories are flashing through her mind. She hopes they’re good ones while she patiently waits for her to continue. “We were together all through high school. We thought we’d get married someday when we were older. Everyone thought we would.” She pauses again. “She died just before graduation.” She swallows and shakes her head wistfully, still not looking at Clarke but instead just past her.

Clarke reaches out and puts a comforting hand on Lexa’s knee, squeezing lightly, and watches as Lexa’s gaze flickers down. She gets the feeling that people don’t try to comfort her often. She wonders if she hasn’t talked to someone about Costia for as long as she hasn’t talked to anyone about her dad, the wounds from their loss still too raw and painful even after so many years. “I’m sorry, too,” she says softly, almost a whisper.

Lexa meets her eyes, holds her gaze. Her eyes are so expressive, flecks of green and grey and gold merging together to somehow communicate more than words alone can. Clarke couldn’t look away if she tried. It’s the closest she’s ever felt to being hypnotized.

After several protracted seconds Lexa looks away, eyes following the movement of her hand as she puts it over Clarke’s where hers rests on her knee. She smiles half-heartedly, somewhere between happy and sad, and sighs. “We should collect more wood for the fire and get fresh water,” she says. Not abruptly or unkindly, just gently closing the door on that conversation for now versus slamming it shut. “Then we can regroup and come up with a new plan for the rest of our time here seeing as things have…changed.”

“Yeah,” Clarke agrees, clearing her throat as she rocks back on her heels and stands up, hand slipping out from under Lexa’s. She mourns the loss of the connection they’d just shared almost instantly, but all she can do is hope that they’ll continue to be civil and get along like they’ve shown the capacity to do since this morning. “I’ll get the water. Try not to go too far for firewood, you really should be resting that ankle.” She knows it’s a futile thing to try and keep Lexa off of it entirely, but she can at least insist she takes it easy.

Perhaps feeling as subdued and introspective as Clarke does after their harrowing night and their conversation, Lexa doesn’t argue. She stands up, keeping most of her weight off of her affected leg as she does so. “Yes ma’am,” she agrees, flashing a smile at Clarke, clearly amused by the role reversal as Clarke takes initiative and assigns Lexa the easier task.

“I’ll be back in 20,” Clarke says. She grins over her shoulder at Lexa as she walks off towards the river, empty pails in hand. When she’s sure Lexa can no longer see her, she lets that grin turn into a full-fledged smile.

Fucking finally.

#cryptidally yours #clexa bigfoot au #clexa fic #clexa

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Love, Soft as Wings

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The wooden bench creaked under Chat Noir as he shifted uncomfortably. Around him, golden sunlight streamed through the trees of the Tuileries Garden, dancing over his inky wings and casting a long shadow on the ground. 

It had been fifteen minutes since patrol was supposed to start, but Ladybug still hadn’t shown up at the meeting spot. 

Sitting in the park, Chat Noir found himself more grateful than ever that public seating left space for people’s wings. But after waiting for so long, sitting still so that his left wing wouldn’t drag against the bench, the dull ache of his injury was beginning to come back, throbbing slightly underneath the tight bandages binding it.  

Maybe he should sneak back to the mansion for another dose of the pain medicine the doctor had prescribed, Chat mused.  

He gingerly stood up, careful not to jolt his injured wing. It only suffered a fracture in the fall, the doctor had said, but Adrien still needed to be gentle with it, or it would heal the wrong way and cause more problems later. 

As Chat Noir stood in front of the bench, a breathless Ladybug slung her yo-yo around a tree’s branch and landed in front of Chat Noir, her beetle-like wings spread wide. Her cheeks were red from exertion, and it was clear she’d been in a hurry. 

She probably just lost track of time, Chat Noir thought, smiling fondly as Ladybug took a deep breath, bent over with her hands on her knees. The welcome sight of his partner was enough to make Chat Noir forget about the slight pain in his wing. 

“Hello, My Lady! I’m glad to see you could make it to patrol! I was a little worried by how late you were, but I just knew you would never furget about your a meowzing partner.”  

Chat Noir stepped forward as Ladybug straightened to greet her partner. Stealing a hand from her side, Chat raised it to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to Ladybug’s knuckles before she playfully snatched her hand back. 

The edges of Ladybug’s lips quirked up into a smile as she looked at her partner. 

“Really, Chaton? You’re cramming two puns in one sentence now? It’s as if your sense of humor gets worse every week,” she teased, a slight strain to her voice. She was probably just breathless from flying through Paris at break-neck speed, Chat reasoned. 

“You’re complaining, but I know you like my jokes.” Chat Noir grinned as Ladybug put a hand on her hips. “Otherwise, what’s that smile on your face for?”  

Chat laughed as Ladybug looked surprised and then schooled her features into a stern frown. 

“Come on, Chat,” she groaned. “I already made us late for patrol; we don’t have any time to waste with silly jokes! I was thinking we could cover the 19th Arrondissement today, maybe check in on little August and see how he’s doing. He hasn’t been akumatized in three weeks, so we haven’t seen him in a while!” 

Nodding, Chat, too, put on a serious face, though his was much less convincing than Ladybug’s was. “Good idea, My Lady! We’ll be taking the streets, then?” 

Shaking her head in disagreement, Ladybug didn’t notice as Chat Noir’s face fell. 

“I was thinking that since we’re already technically late for our patrol, we should fly over to the neighborhood, to get started sooner. That way, we’ll be done with patrol before dark, and I can get home in time to finish a project of mine.” 

Chat Noir swallowed, inadvertently twitching his wings as he wondered how he could hide his injury from Ladybug. Normally, he would tell her about something like this, but today, he couldn’t think of any excuse for his fractured wing that wouldn’t reveal his identity. 

“That’s a brilliant idea, milady! I agree, we shouldn’t waste any more time before starting patrol. Only, doesn’t a footrace to the arrondissement sound like more fun than just plain old flying does? We’ve been sticking to the skies for days now; don’t you think it’s time to shake things up?” Chat stuck out his lower lip and pouted, knowing Ladybug couldn’t say no to him for long. 

“Oh, no,” Ladybug moaned as she tried not to be swayed by Chat Noir’s innocent, pleading expression. “You know I can’t resist the puppy eyes—” 

“Kitty eyes,” Chat Noir corrected, managing to keep his expression unchanged.

Ladybug let out a light huff. “It’s the same thing. But this time, your little ploy isn’t going to work,” she said, turning away and sticking out her lower lip adorably.  

“Aww, Ladybug,” Chat whined, wrapping his arms around Ladybug from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. Her folded wings rustled as she turned her head to look back at him.  

Sighing, Ladybug moved Chat Noir’s arms off of her and turned to face him.

“Listen, Chat, if you want to stay on the ground and start patrol a few minutes behind me, that’s fine, but I really do need to hurry this up and go home.” 

Wetting her lips, Ladybug continued, “See, a friend of mine got hurt because of me today. His wing is injured, and now he can’t fly! I need to do something to apologize, or he’s never going to forgive me,” she said thickly, sounding like she was about to cry. 

Chat Noir stared at Ladybug, forgetting about his own worries as his concerns changed to his partner’s slumped shoulders and downturned face. 

“Your friend got hurt today? Ladybug, I’m sure he understands that whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault.” Chat rushed to comfort his lady, feeling a sympathetic twinge in his chest as he thought of the guilt she must be feeling. 

“Yes, it was,” Ladybug said mournfully. “It was all my fault, Chat Noir!” 

Chat frowned, taking Ladybug’s hands in his own and giving them a comforting squeeze.

“No, it wasn’t,” he said softly. “I may not know what happened to your friend — and it’s fine if you can’t tell me, I know we need to protect our secret identities — but I know my Buginette, and she’d never hurt anyone on purpose! Whatever happened must have been an accident, right?” 

Sniffling, Ladybug nodded, pulling one hand out of Chat’s grasp to rub her eyes. 

“Then it wasn’t your fault,” Chat Noir murmured, his tone warm and reassuring.

“Chaton—” Ladybug started, being interrupted by a wet hiccup. 

“It wasn’t,” Chat Noir asserted, holding Ladybug close and rubbing her back gently. “You didn’t mean to hurt anyone, and your friend’s injury wasn’t your fault. Unless your friend is an idiot, I promise you he understands that.” 

Shuddering as she exhaled, Ladybug gazed up at her partner. “Thank you, Chaton,” she said, lips quivering as she forced a smile onto her face. 

“Anytime, My Lady,” Chat Noir breathed. 

As the golden sunlight danced around them, Ladybug threw her arms around Chat Noir, pulling him into a hug. But when her hands brushed against Chat’s injured wing, he let out a stifled whimper. 

Ladybug froze. 

“Chat Noir, is everything alright?” she asked, her voice full of concern. 

“Yes,” he hissed. “Just give me a moment. My-my wing got hurt today. That’s why I don’t want to fly anywhere. I can’t, right now,” he explained sheepishly. 

Pulling back from the hug, Ladybug worriedly looked at her partner, turning him around so she could check his wings for the injury. 

“You got hurt?! Chaton, what were you doing?”   

As Ladybug ran her hand lightly over her partner’s feathers, Chat Noir gulped. 

“Uh — you know, just goofing around.” He tried to laugh it off, but his attempt sounded stiff, and he knew it wouldn’t fool Ladybug. 

Marching around Chat to face him, Ladybug crossed her arms and glared fiercely. 

“Just goofing around? Chaton, your wing is all bound up, like it’s broken or something! I’m embarrassed that I didn’t notice before! I think you should tell me what happened,” she said, making it clear that she was serious. 

Chat Noir reached up to scratch his neck. “I’d love to explain, Milady, but it might reveal my secret identity if I tell you what happened,” he said. “Are you sure you want to take that risk? Because I’ve always wanted to find out who the girl behind that lovely mask of yours is, but you? You’d rather not know who I am.” 

Ladybug frowned, tapping her fingers against her folded arms and tilting her head.

“That’s true, but I think in this case it’s more important for me to know how your wing got hurt. You can take out all the details from the story, right?”

Chat hesitated. His story couldn’t be that uncommon, not in a city as big as Paris! Thousands of people got hurt every day, and anyway, there wasn’t really anything unique about the way he’d gotten hurt. Nodding, he smiled at Ladybug’s relieved look.

“So, then, tell me what happened to your wing! If I understand what you’re going through, maybe I can help take care of you if you need it, Chaton. I want to make sure that you’re going to be okay,” Ladybug said earnestly. 

Chat Noir found himself blushing at Ladybug’s affectionate tone. He’d always wished that moments like this meant as much to her as they did to him, but Chat knew that she probably still loved that other boy— who, he supposed, could even be the friend Ladybug said was injured today. 

Feeling a stab of pain in his chest, Chat Noir shook his head to clear it of the negative emotions in it. The pain in his wing had nothing on the pain of rejection from his Lady, but he couldn’t afford to mope when there were so many bigger things to worry about. Besides, the fact that Ladybug was willing to learn Chat’s secret identity if it meant helping him was proof that she did love him, at least as a friend.

“Of course I’ll tell you what happened, My Lady! I’m honored to know that you care so much for this poor stray,” he said lightly.  

Rolling her eyes, Ladybug made as if to push his shoulder, but then thought better of it. 

“I’ve always cared for you, Chaton,” she said. “Now, go on! We’re still wasting time, you know.” 

Chat Noir coughed. “Right! Okay then, it’s not a very complicated story. A girl I know, someone who’s really sweet and amazing — she’s so kind, Ladybug, I know you’d like her — well, she’s a little clumsy, especially around me. I usually try to catch her if she trips, so that she doesn’t get hurt. And she fell again today, but I wasn’t feeling very graceful, myself. When I tried to catch M— my friend, we both wound up tumbling down the stairs outside our school. I wrapped my wings around my friend to protect her, so she’s okay! But my left wing got fractured in the fall, so I’ll be as flightless as a normal cat for at least a week.” 

As Chat finished his story, he glanced up at Ladybug, who looked shocked. Her face had gone pale, and she was gaping at Chat Noir with wide eyes. 

Chat Noir wondered what she’d heard in the story to make her react like this.

“Ladybug?” he asked, his ears slowly folding back as he waited for Ladybug’s judgment.

Shaking herself, Ladybug wiped the shocked look off her face and forced a smile, instead. Wringing her hands together, she exclaimed, “That’s awful, Chat! But are you — really sure that’s what happened?” She sounded breathless, her tone betraying the worry she felt. 

Chat Noir wrinkled his forehead. “Yes? I’m pretty sure I know exactly what happened to myself. I didn’t hit my head, you know, so I can’t have amnesia,” he joked.  

Ladybug swallowed, her face growing determined.  

“No, no, you don’t understand! You’re saying you have a friend who’s clumsy around you, who fell outside your school today? And you caught her, because you’re just that caring, and wrapped your wings around her as you fell down the stairs? That’s how you got injured?” she asked, her eyes darting back and forth between Chat’s own.

Nodding mutely, Chat agreed, his tail lashing behind him in confusion. 

“Then… I know who you are,” Ladybug said in a trembling voice. “You must be Adrien Agreste.” Her tone was hushed, like she was giving voice to something sacred. 

Chat Noir’s mouth fell open, and he gawked at Ladybug. “You— how did you figure it out? I know I didn’t tell you anything too detailed!”  

Snapping out of her reverie, Ladybug looked embarrassed and somewhat guilty as she threw her gaze around the park, looking for a way out of the conversation. 

“Uhhh... it’s because your father told the press about what happened?” She offered Chat an unconvincing grin as she said this, pressing her pointer fingers together lightly.

Deciding to go with this story, Ladybug nodded firmly and continued on. “Since you’re taking a break from modeling until you recover, everyone knows that your wing is injured. And maybe I saw in the tabloids some pictures of what happened? And I pieced it together from there,” she said, twisting her hands together anxiously. Behind her, Ladybug’s wings were open slightly, ready for a quick takeoff.

For someone who hated liars, Ladybug certainly did lie a lot. And she wasn’t even that good at it, Chat Noir thought to himself in fond exasperation. 

Narrowing his eyes, he leaned in close to his friend. 

“Are you sure?” Adrien asked, taking note of the way Ladybug’s pupils widened and her cheeks flushed red. 

“Eep!” she squeaked as she looked up at her partner, dumbstruck. 

Chat Noir smirked. “Or are you just trying to cover up the fact that you were there when I got hurt, yourself?” 

His mind racing, Chat Noir thought of an old theory he’d had about Ladybug’s identity. It should be impossible, but— was it really?

Adrien had seen many things he once thought were impossible since he received his Miraculous. And if he was honest, he’d been hoping for this particular outcome for a very long time. 

“I think,” he said, stepping even closer to Ladybug, who retreated until the hard outer shell of her wings was up against a tree, “that your reaction seems awfully familiar to me. And I think—” he put one hand on the tree next to Ladybug, effectively trapping her. 

“I think that I know you as a civilian,” he whispered in her ear. Ladybug shivered, looking up at Chat Noir with dark eyes. 

“I can’t tell you if that’s right,” she said, her voice trembling as it came out. 

“That’s okay,” Chat Noir murmured. “I think I can figure the rest of it out, anyway. You had a friend whose wing got injured today, right? And you thought it was because of you.” He poked a finger against Ladybug’s chest for emphasis.

Ladybug gulped, and Chat Noir watched as her throat bobbed, wishing irrationally that he could kiss her. That this exceptional being, who could do nothing but amaze him, would return his affections, so that he could kiss her. 

Maybe someday, he told himself, and forced his attention back to the matter at hand.  

“Let me tell you again, Marinette,” he murmured, and heard Ladybug gasp softly. “It was not your fault that I got hurt today. If it was anyone’s fault, it was mine,” he said mournfully, looking down and taking a step back. “I’m the reason you tripped and fell. I wish I knew why my presence is so startling to you! We are friends now; you’re not afraid of me, right?”

Ladybug hoped that her partner was only joking, but she felt her heart plummet at the sincerity in his voice. His cat ears were even drooping, she noticed.

“Chaton,” she began, licking her lips, “I may or may not be this Marinette you speak of—” 

Chat Noir raised an eyebrow at her dubiously. She waved it off. 

“—but I can tell you this. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is not afraid of you. Every time she’s extra clumsy around you, every time she stutters or runs off in a panic— that’s not because I don’t like you. It’s really the opposite,” she whispered.

Her wings trembled with nervousness as she took a step forward, reaching up to her partner, to the one who’d been injured trying to protect her from her own clumsiness. To the boy who’d always cared for her, who loved her, who had given her a second chance and his own umbrella for shelter when she couldn’t possibly deserve his mercy. 

Inhaling sharply at the touch of Ladybug’s gloved hand on his cheek, Chat Noir looked into her blue eyes hopefully. 

“Are you saying you do like me, after all?” he asked, not daring to dream of more than that. 

Sighing affectionately, Ladybug rolled her eyes. “I’m saying I love you, you dork!” 

“Oh,” Chat Noir gasped, his eyes bright as he clasped Ladybug’s hand to his cheek. “I love you, too!” 

Grinning, Ladybug choked out a laugh. Chat Noir’s voice joined hers, and the two of them laughed at nothing for a minute or two. 

Finally, Chat Noir looked back at Ladybug, his cheeks stained a rosy pink. 

“So, you really do like me, then?” His tone was hopeful as he stared at his partner with starry eyes.

“Love , Chaton,” Ladybug corrected, bemused by her partner’s shyness. “I love you.” 

“You love me,” Chat Noir repeated, full of wonder that such a wonderful thing could be true. “You love me. And I love you, My Lady, so much! But I have to ask,” he said bashfully, “What does that mean for us?” 

Ladybug tilted her head. “What do you mean?” she asked. 

Chat Noir could feel his face growing warmer. “I mean, are we going to date now? Because I know you’ve always said no before, and you’re still pretending I don’t know who you are—” 

“Not anymore,” Ladybug interrupted. “I’ve given that up. You’ve figured me out, Chaton.” 

Chat grinned. “I knew it! But you avoided my question, Bugaboo.” 

Kneeling on the grass in the park, Chat Noir took his partner’s hand and looked into her eyes. 

“Ladybug, Marinette, whatever other names you go by, I love you. Will you please be my girlfriend, and let me hold your hand on dates, and maybe kiss you, if that’s okay?”  

Chat hoped that didn’t sound too stupid. Maybe Marinette would go back to not liking him if he couldn’t sound professional enough! Did he measure up to her standards of what a boyfriend should be, or would she reject him yet again?

Blushing, Ladybug squeezed Chat’s hand and pulled him to his feet. 

“I’d love to date you, Chaton!” she said shyly. “And go on dates with you, and hold your hand, and even kiss you. I want to do everything with you,” she admitted. 

Chat Noir’s face lit up. “Really?” he squealed. “This is the best day of my life! My Lady, I might kiss you!” 

“You keep saying that,” she muttered. 

Chat tilted his head. “What was that?” he asked, his face a mask of innocent confusion. 

Ladybug’s face reddened. “Say that you do! Maybe kiss me you should then,” she said, and winced at her out-of-order sentences. 

But Chat Noir looked just as happy as he had before, golden flecks in his eyes catching the sunlight as he gazed at her, a smile on his lips. 

“Really?” Raising a hand to her cheek, Chat looked deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. 

Unable to say anything, Ladybug gave a slight nod. And slowly, as a wind stirred the branches of the trees behind them, Chat Noir leaned forward and kissed her. 

Ladybug’s wings flared out behind her as she kissed him back, happy to finally be with the boy she loved. Chat’s uninjured wing wrapped itself around her left side, soft and comforting. 

And though their kiss was sweet, Ladybug was reminded of what had led to the reveal and everything after it. 

“Chaton,” she said, pulling back from the kiss, “You’re not in any pain from the fracture, right?” 

Opening his eyes, Chat Noir blinked at her owlishly. “My Lady, how could any pain bother me when you finally love me back?” 

Pinching her brows together in worry, Ladybug fretted, “Oh, no, you are hurting! And here I’ve just been kissing you like a fool, when I should have been helping you!” 

“I’m pretty sure I was the one who suggested kissing,” Chat protested. “And you don’t need to worry about me, really. The pain isn't that bad.” 

“But it still is!” Ladybug ran her eyes over the injured wing, a worried look on her face.  

“We should get you back home, so you can rest and recover,” she said. “I know your injury isn’t as bad as it could have been, but it might still get worse if we don’t take care of it properly! You need some pain relievers, fresh bandages, and warm blankets, maybe some hot chocolate, and plenty of sleep. And don’t even think about fighting akumas until you’re fully healed!” Ladybug put her hands on her hips and frowned warningly. 

Fondly smiling at his partner, Chat Noir wrapped his arms around her, enfolding her in a warm embrace. “Thank you for caring so much about me,” he said as his silky black wing curled around her again. 

“Oh, Chaton,” Ladybug said, ruing the fact that her transformation wouldn’t let her wrap her own soft wings around her boyfriend. “I will always love you. You make it impossible to do anything else!” 

Stroking the feathers on the wing Chat draped around her, Ladybug nuzzled her face against his shoulder, enjoying the moment.  

“We really do need to get you home, though,” she murmured regretfully. 

“If you say so,” Chat sighed. “I just don’t want you to leave yet, you know? We only just found out each other’s identities! We have so much to talk about,” he said wistfully. 

Glancing up at him, Ladybug was struck by a thought.  

“Maybe I don’t have to leave.”

“What?” Chat looked surprised, but a hopeful look crossed over his face. 

“It might be risky; Nathalie might discover me, but I could stay with you at the mansion! For a while, at least; I don’t mean for too long! I wouldn’t want to impose.” Ladybug chuckled nervously. 

Chat’s gaze softened as he looked at her. “It would be wonderful if you came home with me,” he said, brushing a stray hair off Ladybug’s cheek. “And I wouldn’t mind, you know. If you stayed longer.” 

“Oh,” Ladybug said in wonder. A blush crept over her face as she looked up at Chat Noir’s lovestruck expression. “Let’s start with changing those bandages, and go from there, all right?” 

Chat smiled. “That sounds purrfectly fine,” he said, bending down to press a quick kiss to Ladybug’s lips. He smirked at Ladybug’s pout when he drew back all too soon for her liking.

Forget patrol, Ladybug thought, this is more important.  

And she pulled Chat Noir back down for another kiss, the last rays of sunlight dancing over the couple as they stood safely in each other’s embrace.

#ladynoir #lovesquare #ml au #wing au #identity reveal #hurt/comfort #fluff #angst #ml fanfic #rosie-b writing

[absentcaryatid]

Taeil's Surprise

A Block B fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Based on his appearance with Maddox on Immortal Songs, Taeil catches your interest even though his conservative style is not a draw. Fortunately all around, he has a surprise in store.

1.5K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, food mention, tattoos, mention of suspected burn injury

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You were a little early for your interview with Maddox but his manager ushered you into the room where the star was devouring lunch. Taeil, the other man you recognized from the stage, was nearby also buried in a take-out tray of assorted items.

“I don't mean to disturb you while on break. If you would like me to return later I can.”

Maddox looked up and saw your reflection in the large makeup mirror as he sat in the salon chair. Waving you in and gesturing to the couch nearby he urged, “Please do come in, I prefer a less formal atmosphere when talking to reporters. You don't mind, do you Taeil?”

You observed Maddox seemed to know the other man well enough to sense he was not putting him on the spot. With a little shake of the head Taeil quietly murmured, “It's fine.” then got back to eating.

“Thank you.” As you seated yourself after introductions, it became clear Taeil was the less outgoing of the men. While appearing confident on stage, he was far more reserved in person to the point of making little eye contact and focusing on his meal instead. Wanting to include him in your conversation you commented, “I caught your performance and really liked the way your voices came together.” While Taeil did not raise his face, you still caught a slight smile from the side and even that small taste made you wish for more like the full grin he had shown on stage in idol mode.

Effortfully returning your attention to an observant and now lightly smirking Maddox, the interview began. You took notes as he explained how childhood in Wales prepared him for international fame and followed up with some standard questions about musical influences and work with others including Eden and ATEEZ. Before you were done though, Maddox apologized profusely as he excused himself when the manager needed his attention urgently.

Left alone with Taeil, you saw him pick awkwardly at the bandages on his hands. As a reporter it was your habit to encourage conversation, so you asked about the skin toned medical tape dotting each finger and back of the hands.

Shrinking in on himself, the hesitant answer was unexpected. “My tattoos are not considered appropriate for a family television broadcast.”

“Tattoos!” The abrupt way you echoed his answer led to Taeil's face falling.

“I know a lot of people think badly of them, but I like tattoos as art. They are a permanent reminder of my own tastes when so much of my image is out of my control.” He paused to gesture up and down his own outfit from wet look hair to matronly jacket. In a low voice he revealed, “The way they dressed me, today I feel like my look says 'grandmother midway through getting her hair done at the salon.'”

Your shared laughter broke the ice, as did getting to see a genuine smile on his face. “I am sorry I gave the wrong impression about your tattoos. It was not a shout of disparagement but elation. The answer was unexpected when my guess was they covered burn scars or something traumatic like that. Tattoos are a far better reason, though I am sorry they have to be hidden.” Excited by the topic you added, “Been musing on getting my own one day. Probably a bat because I love the animal. Or maybe my favorite fish, corydoras, a kind of little catfish. They are really cute.”

You cut yourself off before adding more since people usually did not want to hear about your somewhat obsessive interest in pet fish. Taeil was kind enough to be giving you some of his break time since he could have kicked you out of the room, so you did not want to bore him.

Instead of the typical reaction, it was a pleasant shock the way Taeil lit up at the mention of cory catfish. “I have multiple tanks of corydoras. Like, a lot. I could give you a tour one day if you would like to see them.” He paused and looked worried.

“I know it is unprofessional to appear to be asking you out on the job so it isn't like that even though I would want to.” Realizing admitting that was probably already heading into the inappropriate range, Taeil hid his face in his hands. His teammates in Block B had been trying to encourage him toward dating but his hesitant nature made it very difficult. And now, he had made things awkward which was the last thing he had wanted. It was rare for him to click with a person and now he was already pushing you away with poor judgment.

In your line of work you had encountered many high profile people over the years and it left you with a distaste for the stars who wore fame on their sleeve. Taeil and his shy charms left you with the opposite impression of a gentle and down to earth personality, like Maddox as well. However, it was the elder of the two who had caught your eye with his easy smile and love of corydoras, especially after he had disclosed the dowdy look he sported for the show was not of his choosing. “Actually, I will be off the clock after I finish talking to Maddox. You could ask me then if you would still be around. Pretty sure it would be okay since I am not here to interview you. That would have been unprofessional for me to accept.”

Recovering quickly, Taeil went from internally cursing his luck to praising it. “Really?” He cleared his throat and tried to take a suave tone more befitting an idol. “I'll be here. We are staying in costume to hear the results and take the stage again if we won against the other singers today.”

He glowed from your encouragement as you admitted, “I am rooting for your success.” Little did either of you know it would be the first of many times Taeil would hear this from you. After several successful aquarium dates in the future he would become your boyfriend leading you to cheering him on for years to come. For now though, you were not at that comfortable stage yet, but you already were enjoying each other's presence very much.

Maddox returned to discover you and Taeil chatting away like old friends on the topic of pet fish. Dragging yourself away, you managed to get through the final interview questions. Afterward Maddox did a good job of fading into the background when talk returned to fish tanks, eventually heading to the stage early to let you have more time alone with Taeil.

Later becoming friends, you often tried to apologize to Maddox the way you had been so distracted that day. He would always laugh and admit it was such a rare thing to see Taeil comfortable with a new person. To be able to do such a small thing for his label senior had been a pleasure and he was thrilled when the afternoon with Taeil led to so much more.

When the results of Immortal Songs were announced you consoled Taeil. “I am sorry you and Maddox didn't win the show today.”

“That's okay, the competition won fairly, and I believe this day will be memorable for more important reasons instead. Just give me a minute and I'll be ready to take you to my tanks at the marketplace.” With an audible sigh of relief he took off the jacket and handed it to his wardrobe assistant. You felt the similar style had suited Maddox but really did not do Taeil justice the way his now revealed tattoos peeking out from the black t-shirt did. Looking far more comfortable now, Taeil peeled back the tape on his hands revealing further artwork that had you full of enthusiastic questions about each one.

Taeil further came back to himself with a pair of eyeglasses. He then reached for a wide brimmed hat on coat hooks nearby. Gingerly touching his product laden hair, Taeil seemed to decide it was not going to grease the hat so he delightedly plunked it on his head. With a smiling look to the mirror he declared himself almost back to normal. Taking a makeup wipe from the pack before him, there was one last part of himself to recover.

With a sly look Taeil announced, “Since you like my tattoos, I have one more surprise.” A large but adorable purple bat was revealed as he labored to remove the heavy makeup coverage on his neck. This personal style was far more to your taste than his sedate television look and you were excited to have the chance to learn more about such a fascinating man on your date this evening.

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Masterlist

#Block B Taeil #Block B Fanfic #Lee Taeil #Taeil #Kpop Fanfic #Kpop Fluff #Gender Neutral Reader #cross posted on ao3 #Block B #Lee Taeil x Reader #Lee Taeil x You #Taeil loves corydoras #No pronouns used for reader #diverseinsertknet