#anyway it's amazing to me how often this fact gets forgotten

[ketterdamskaelishprince]

episode 100, mr raven what the fuck

obviously since i'll be talking about episode 100 i'm going to just put it out there that if you haven't read episode 100 yet then do not read this. then again, this is all in vague reference to the episode and i'm mostly just using bits and pieces to back up my previous idea.

(this is taken from ep 99 pls chill i'm not dishing out spoilers)

anyways, if we continue to ep 100, we see MORE EVIDENCE FOR THAT WIERD DEER THING BEING THEO.

"and for you, especially" shouts to me specifically about this. as previously stated, i have the most insane and stupid thought that the weird deer-monster-bone-tree thing from episode one (you know what i'm talking about), is theo's spectre.

as stated before, the most compelling evidence i have for this is the fact that theo was known to hunt deer a lot, and the thing we see in episode one looks a lot like a deer skull, just with loads of red eyes placed into the cracks and such. and we know from the first episode that it seemed to flock towards lenore and annabel. or at least i think it sort of seems to go towards them.

and you, know i could've been wrong– except look at this from ep 100:

now, obviously the first part practically proves the fact something is following lenore, and that this something is (potentially!!!) theo's spectre. but i think what proves it more is what mr raven says next.

"close as a second shadow"

someone on tumblr (i cannot remember who) pointed out that annabel and lenore's like fates are almost reversed? and how lenore who once had nothing to loose now has everything, and annabel is vice versa. and you know, first of all, amazing take. delicious. fantastic. whoever this was, please please please make yourself known to me pookie i'm gna worship the ground you walk on because you've given me thoughts !!!

from this "second shadow" talk, i wonder if the idea of reversal spreads through more than just lenore and annabel's relationship. in life, theo was the star violinist whilst lenore was the accompanist, the piano player.

musically, lenore was his shadow.

of course, this is a very generalised take. as somebody who plays both piano and flute, i'm not going to go out and say that the piano player is just background noise when it's a duet, but more often then not the piano stands aside so that the violin (in these situations) can shine.

n life, lenore lives behind theo's shadow, and when he dies she's haunted by it.

when she looks in the mirror, she sees theo as she cuts her hair. she sees him everywhere. in his life, she was the the dark shadow that loomed– but in death he always behind her, always the dark looming figure that follows her. her guilt binds with his memory and forms that dark looming thought that nobody wants to discuss.

and so, to me, it makes perfect sense that this little deer-tree-bone-monster thing is theo.

but then, obviously, as i look at all of this, there is the glaring question of why in the first episode this monster looked like it really wanted to chomp on lenore and annabel's limbs. and you know, typically, siblings don't want to cannibalise each other.

i see your point, and i respond back with these three panels:

lenore goes on to explain that their bloodline has been plagued by madness, misfortune and death. then, take a look at what the raven says of how spirits "oft" are "driven to madness" by their desire for souls.

i think this connects, because idk i just think it does. could be totally wrong, but i think (???) theo (???) somehow escaped to try get back to lenore and go to the threshold (???) but got trapped in that spooky place, and his only defence left was his spectre (???) and so, by staying in it too long, he too was "driven to madness" which probably wasn't helped by the vandernacht curse (???). he might be half forgotten in his own mind, but he knows one thing right now: he wants to find lenore, his sister. he might not remember her as his sister, but he knows her name and an image is there in her mind. so when she arrives, he must get to her.

anyways guys, that's it. ignore me. i yap a lot. i know i don't know a lot and i'm sure there's a few fastpassers out there who are laughing because i'm being silly, but let me delude myself :)

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #nevermore #lenore nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #lenore vandernacht #theo nevermore #i am singlehandedly adding to this tag #this may be riddled with typos #episode 100 damn fr

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I liked how Crewel eis childhood friends with octotrio and Vil, what if Leona is one of her childhood friends

Like as child when first meeting him while grandparents doing business with the previous king and Papa Crewel is still at school, she have an olive branch and holding it to him as she doesn't know what she is doing but wanted to be friends with him, as she just being genuine of not fearing him let alone ignore the bad comments form the servants

She just say, people too talk bad about her for being a half fae, but didn't mean she could try be friendly before making enemies

Childhood Friend | Yandere Leona x Crewel Daughter reader

It's only natural that someone as amazing as you gravitates toward the forgotten and misunderstood

So you soon invite yourself into his space

Despite his haughty protests

He often ends up being dragged around to fulfill your every whim

“Leona! I tell you–stay. Still. How do you expect me not to prick your sides when you keep wriggling like that!?”

“Well excuse me for thinking this was not a day for me to be fitted for a Crewel design!” 

“Well, it is. So chin up!” 

He thinks you’re so bossy

And he groans when Falena or his parents mention your visit

But he’s also especially adamant that the staff make sure his room is gleaming

And getting on the chefs to make your guard dalmatians happy

“Hey leather girl, are you going to make me your mannequin again?”

“For your information, leather is in, and no. Today’s your day to pick.��

“...!”

“What?! My name may say otherwise but I’m quite kind…or would you rather I pick again?”

“As if, if I let you pick we’d be playing something stupid anyway.”

When you meet him again it isn’t such a forlorn reunion

You know him well he knows you better

In his mind it's set in stone, you’re his

He didn’t sit through thousands of fashion and dog competition play sessions not to get your finger in his ring

“She’s mine. But I’m not all that hurt if you try. In fact, I’d love to test the boundaries of King’s Roar on maggot-herbivores.”

#yandere leona #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona kingscholar #Yanderes x crewel reader #crewel daughter reader #yanderes x crewel daughter reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere twst

[aeoki]

Chill Yellow - Chapter 1

Location: Staff Cafeteria Characters: Hokuto & Wataru Season: Autumn Writer: Maiko Nishioka (Happy Elements)

TL Note:

In Japan, once everyone has been served, it’s customary to say “Thank you for the meal / いただきます” (with hands clasped together) before eating to show appreciation for the farmers and/or cooks. Although nowadays, some people (especially the younger generation) are lazy and skip out on this, hence Wataru’s reaction.

Hokuto: (To think the previous work would finish so quickly… now I have time before the next meet-up.)

(Well, it doesn’t matter. It just happens to be lunchtime right now. I can have lunch while I’ve got the time for it.)

(Let’s see. Put an order through “Hallhands” and all right, all that’s left is to wait for the food to be brought over.)

…………

(It feels rather boring to be simply waiting like this… What does everyone else do to pass time at a time like this?)

………… *Looks around*

(...What’s this? Almost everyone is looking at their phones…? It’s such a bizarre sight to see everyone doing the same thing.)

(Hmm. But one time, Yuuki did say I should pay more attention to the trends. In this case, I suppose when in Rome do as the Romans do.)

(All right, I’ll imitate everyone here and also look at my phone.)

(But what are they all looking at? They seem to be flicking their fingers and flipping pages every so often. Is there really something worth staring at…?)

(I thought smartphones are generally used for phone calls or sending messages, though…)

(Hm. Found it. With this, I can also stare at my phone and flip the pages every so often. All right, I guess I’ll take my time looking at this.)

………… *Stares at the smartphone with all seriousness*

Wataru: …………

Hokuto: Woah!? I thought I felt a presence and turned around but–

Hibiki-senpai, anyone would be surprised if you stand silently behind them like that. You usually barge straight into my personal space with a huge commotion. Why are you so quiet today?

Wataru: Oh, no no. Actually, I saw you staring so earnestly at your phone, Hokuto-kun.

Therefore, I thought I might make a grand entrance by surprising you and saying,

“What are you staring at with such intense concentration~? Is it something you don’t want others to see?”

“Why, Hokuto-kun is going through puberty too!” 

But the act of you staring at your contacts list so earnestly was so eccentric, it exceeded my expectations and it left me standing here; my performance forgotten

To think you’re capable of making me forget my performance even for a split second… You are indeed incredible, Hokuto-kun.

Hokuto: What nonsense are you spouting? Anyway, you arrived early as well, I see. You were also called to meet in the afternoon, right?

Wataru: You are correct. Just as I was wondering what I should do with the time, I decided to go on a walk and I noticed you sitting over here. May I join you?

Hokuto: Sure, I don’t mind. We’ll be going to the same place afterwards anyway.

I’ve already ordered something so feel free to do the same, Hibiki-senpai.

Wataru: Yes, ordering…

Let’s see~ I’m not particularly fond of eating in front of others… However, it would be rude not to order something in a restaurant.

I suppose I shall have a cup of black tea, then.

Hokuto: Hm? Oh, thank you.

Wataru: Amazing! What a tantalising and fragrant aroma. A grilled mackerel set meal? That seems like a dish you would order, Hokuto-kun.

In fact, it was so predictable, it’s uninteresting so I’d say it’s more of a negative than a positive.

Hokuto: Make it clear which one it is. How confusing.

………… *Stays still*

Wataru: …Hm? Are you not going to eat? It will get cold, you know?

Hokuto: What are you talking about? Your drink hasn’t arrived yet. We all say, “Thank you for the meal.”[*], once everyone’s food has arrived. That’s what my grandmother taught me.

Wataru: …I see. You truly are a good boy, Hokuto-kun.

Hokuto: Hey. Don’t just sum it up to me being a good boy. When you phrase it that way, it makes it seem like you’re actually making fun of me.

Besides, if necessary, I might even dabble in a bad deed or two. You never know.

Wataru: Making fun of you? I have no intention of doing so. If anything, I’m truly impressed. 

It’s fine, isn’t it? To remain a person of good morals is a miraculous feat in itself.

Fufu… I highly doubt there will ever come a day when you’ll commit a bad deed. And it’s because you haven’t that’s why it makes you so fascinating and intriguing ♪

Location: StarPro Office (Conference Area)

Hokuto: Hm? Oh, it’s you, Anzu. You must have been working hard.

It’s been a while since I last saw you. I’m sure you must have been busy devoting yourself to another “unit” recently.

Oh, right. We’ll be working together next month, so we’re looking forward to your guidance. It’s been a long time since we last worked together. Akehoshi and Yuuki were dancing for joy.

Hm? No, I wasn’t dancing for joy.

Would it have been better if I did? I understand, I’ll dance with them next time. What dance would be good? I’ll do my best to meet your expectations.

…What? It was a joke, you say? I don’t understand why you would pull out a joke now.

Well, no matter. You seem to look troubled. I won’t dig any further then.

That’s right. I was called to come in today to check the details of my schedule and for a meeting.

You don’t have to worry about that. It’s finished already. It was over surprisingly quickly, so I was somewhat disappointed.

What about you? Are you fine with chatting with me like this? You’re still working, right? There are a lot of documents spread out around you.

Oh. So you were just organising this huge amount of papers. If you sort it every now and again, you won’t have to spend a lot of time doing it all at once later.

We have to manage a lot of scripts and equipment at the Drama Club and it’s a lot of work. Everything will pile up if you get lazy–

! Woah!? Sorry. Because I bumped into you, the documents you were carrying have all fallen to the ground.

No, it’s fine. It’s my fault. I’ll pick it up.

Hm? What’s this…? Documents for an audition that’s about to be held? I see.

What!? W-Wait! Let me see that piece of paper for a minute!

Hmm… What? A drama!? From that person…?

Huh? Do I know this director, you ask? Yeah, of course.

You could probably say I’m a fan. For people who enjoy acting, there are a lot of people who support him.

He’s like a treasure in the world of cinema.

What’s wrong? Why are you coming closer? Ohh, so you’re a fan of his too. You’re excited to find a fellow fan? Hm, I see.

But I’m surprised… A drama of all things, huh.

You probably know this because you’re a fan too, right? He’s the type of person to live and die for cinema.

I can’t believe he would be the director of a drama series. I wonder what change of heart did he have? Well, not that I’ll get the answer just by thinking about it.

I also recall he personally selects the actors he likes for his own films most of the time.

It’s unbelievable to see he would hold auditions for a drama…

So you think so, too, Anzu. It’s understandable why one would be so excited. No one knows if there will be another opportunity like this in the future.

Anzu. I’m thinking of auditioning.

Next Chapter →

#enstars #enstars translation #chill yellow

[mollymoo98]

As a physical media collector and a media archvist myself it irks me so bad when other collectors gloat about how amazing and great physical media is and how terrible digital media is. some are so elitistic they outright refuse to buy anything digitally. it's totally cool to prefer one over the other and I do have a fondness for physical over digital myself but I'm not going to be a smug condescending asshole towards people who prefer digital or can only do digital. anyway here's some hard facts for some of you:

Yes digital games can sadly get delisted but 99.9% of times if you purchased it before you can still have access to it. Same goes for physical media btw. They don't reissue those puppies forever. If there's 500k copies out there in the wild it means only 500k people will ever get to own a copy of that game physically. Sadly both physical and digital can have a finite number going on for them. Some games that are on steam haven't been available for purchase (as new copies) for decades.

Digital and physical games can both get archived. "but you have to mod a console to archive digital console games" well yea true but if you can spend look up a 20 year old game's cracked exe off a dodgy site so you won't have to insert the CD everytime then you can do that stuff too, just saying.

Just buying 300 console games and putting them on the shelf isn't preservation or archivism. That's collecting. Archivism is when you actively back them up and store them somewhere for preservation sakes.

Physical games can also stop working and it doesn't even have to be disk damage or disc rot. It can be as little as the activation keys being tied to a server and the server that validated said keys being shut down. Also if the game is multiplayer-only then tough shit also. Owning that game physically isn't giving you any advantage in that scenario

Going back to cracked exes, DRM is a problem on both physical and digital (on PC) which means that archiving PC games is just as hard for digital as it is for physical

Piracy is an important part of archivism. One day your great-great-great-grandkids won't be playing the physical copies you get them but will get an archived backup. Piracy is playing the long game basically.

Disc Laser and console components die eventually or will die over the years. Owning a digital copy or having backed up your copy is often the only way around that. After install, on both modern consoles and PCs the game is all on the hard drive, the disc just functions as an unlock key. Damage your "key" and the game won't work despite all being on the hard drive

Physical games ultimately suffer the same fate as digital games in the end. Games get forgotten, don't get reissued, limited numbers of copies become even more limited as years pass.

My point is: stop complaining about which is better and start archiving those games you love so much. Stop having kneejerk smug reactions when media is removed because "PhYsIcAl iS bEtTeR" like shut up. I like physical media too but I don't have to be an obnoxious fucking jerk about how cool it is.

Rant over.

#video game collection #physical collecting #media preservation #archival #physical media #digital media

[sweetestgrethan]

Underbelly

Tags: Boypussy, somnophilia, dubcon bc of the somno, Ethan has a pussy

Part 2 of this drabble

Don’t mind me just dropping some more bp smut for ya ❤️‍🔥

WC: 1577

———

Ethan has a problem.

He could admit that he was often impatient, insatiable, hard to please only because he wanted so much.

Ethan had never had a problem getting what he wanted; it was easy enough to bend Grayson to his will. Maybe Ethan took advantage of that sometimes, sue him!

Ethan’s problem wasn’t Grayson and his pliant nature towards him, it was their first time together that had brought on this crisis.

Ethan at least had self-control before Grayson fucked him into oblivion, he had once possessed morals and knew right from wrong. Now, after experiencing the intensity and pleasure that came from getting opened up by your own twin, Ethan hadn’t been able to fulfill his need for Grayson since. It was deeper than just surface level desire, something bred into him, into his DNA and the molecules that made him up. The way he needed Grayson was carnal, primal, deep-seated inside of him.

It’s not like they weren’t messing around— Grayson was balls deep inside of him on more days than not, or at least with his head between his thighs if either of them was too tired.

Ethan found himself in a precarious position, standing over Grayson and watching him as he slept peacefully. He’d had one of those dreams, the ones full of hot touches and desperate moans for more. Ethan had woken up drenched in his own sweat beside Grayson, and with a sizable wet spot in his panties. After Ethan had gotten up, wiped his face of sweat, and drank some water, he could still feel the burning need in the pit of his stomach and the wet glide between his legs. Grayson still wasn’t awake, though, somehow.

Now, Ethan stood before him, contemplating whether to wake him up or just let it be, ask him to fuck him in the morning when they were both well rested and sane. Ethan simply couldn’t survive that long without Grayson inside of him, though.

Ethan’s guilt and shame was nearly nonexistent as he reached down to grab the edge of Grayson’s duvet, slowly peeling it off of him so he could see what he was working with. He was rationalizing it by insisting to himself that Grayson would’ve said yes anyway. Asking for it was merely a formality. His twin always slept in just his boxers, a fact that Ethan was praising God for at the moment. Even better, Grayson had moved onto his back at some point, making this just a tad bit easier. Ethan knew what he was doing was very bad. He should’ve just woken Grayson up and begged for it like always, but Grayson looked so peaceful, so beautiful and warm and soft as he slept. Ethan was convinced Grayson wouldn’t mind getting woken up by this.

Grayson stirred slightly as the cold air hit his skin, though the change in temperature didn’t wake him fully, the younger twin simply settling back into his pillows.

Ethan only started moving again when Grayson’s breathing deepened, signaling he was at least back to sleep. He wanted to take his time like always, trace every groove of muscle on Grayson’s chest and praise him for how beautiful he was. He knew he couldn’t exactly be thorough, though. Ethan’s next move was to slip out of his own panties, glad all he’d worn to bed was an oversized shirt and the now-soiled underwear that laid forgotten on the floor. He climbed on top of Grayson at an agonizingly slow pace, straddling his thick thighs and freezing when he moved at all. Ethan was amazed at what his brother could withstand while he was asleep, still breathing evenly and even snoring occasionally.

Ethan felt insane as he eyed Grayson in the darkness of his room, eyes landing on the soft cock hidden in his boxers. His touches were cautious, ginger swipes of his fingers at first, tracing the outline of it to test whether Grayson would move or not. Grayson was still sound asleep, and it made Ethan want him even more. It wasn’t until Ethan cupped the length that Grayson began to harden against him, growing in his boxers and looking like he’d burst out of them. Ethan could feel himself clench at the thought of it inside of him, knowing he wouldn’t need any prep with how needy he was.

Ethan found it a little harder to pull the waistband down and slip him out, adrenaline pulsing through him. Grayson did finally move, made a quiet, low groan in response to Ethan wrapping his hand around his dick, which made Ethan freeze. Grayson mumbled something in his sleep, almost sounding like Ethan’s name. The older twin would have to tease him about his dreams later.

“Grayson,” Ethan said in a whispery, sing-songy way, relying on his touch as he slowly stroked Grayson to full mast, watching Grayson furrow his brows in his sleep. Ethan let go of him just for a second, just so he could reach down and scoop some of his fluids from between his legs, using it to make his stroking a little easier. Grayson groaned again, louder than the first time, fidgeting under Ethan.

Ethan didn’t stop even as Grayson started to properly wake up, leaning one of his hands behind him on Grayson’s thigh and using the other to guide his cock toward his entrance, unable to help the relieved whine that escaped his lips at the feeling of being spread apart. Ethan was very aware of the importance of foreplay, and that he shouldn’t just be sitting on Grayson’s dick without it, but he was obsessed with the sting, the way it felt to be split open in just a few seconds.

Ethan spread his knees just so he’d go deeper, biting harshly on his bottom lip to keep himself from practically screaming. He rolled his hips slowly, watching Grayson’s face intently and trying not to lose it before his brother even woke up.

Grayson had been having some pleasant dream with Ethan in it, blurry glimpses of his brother’s face while they did the most domestic things possible, something Grayson dreamed about often. When his dream turned into Ethan shoving his hand down his pants and bursts of pleasure coursing through him, he almost didn’t want to wake up. It was hard not to, though, especially with Ethan on top of him, increasing his pace and being so selfish, fucking himself with his brother’s cock, completely lost in the feeling.

Grayson’s hands immediately went to grip at Ethan’s thighs in surprise, eyes wide and still sandy with sleep, moaning at the shock of what was occurring on top of him. “Ethan-“ he said shakily, closing his eyes again when all Ethan did was move faster, his noises sweet and loud. “What are you doing?” Grayson got out, reaching down to grab the hem of Ethan’s oversized shirt and pulling it up, watching the absolute mess of arousal between them, loving the way he looked sliding in and out of his twin.

Ethan couldn’t possibly speak right now, or even try to defend himself. Grayson pushing his shirt up gave him a clear view of them moving together too, letting out one last groan before he came on top of Grayson, fluttering and clenching around him.

“Pervert,” Grayson breathed, grabbing Ethan’s hips and starting to guide his movements. The older twin was pliant in his hands, moving exactly as he wanted and not letting his own oversensitivity stop Grayson from using him to come, too. “Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up?”

Ethan shook his head and cried out as Grayson fucked up into him, scrambling to take his shirt off so he wouldn’t feel so hot, though it really did nothing to regulate his temperature. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he rambled, trying to move with him and keep up.

Grayson obeyed without question and thrusted up into Ethan’s body with firm, long thrusts, gripping him so firmly that he knew there’d be hand-shaped marks there for him to kiss and soothe away. Grayson, still overwhelmed from being woken up like this, took only a few moments longer before he was forcing Ethan all the way down into his lap, filling him up to the brim.

Ethan happily took the load, squeezing around him to try and milk everything out of him, so desperate for the warm feeling to never end. “Good boy,” he praised, breathing harshly. “I knew you’d let me, you love me that much,” Ethan attempted to explain himself, slowly lifting his hips up to let him slip out. It was like a show for Grayson, his cock slapping down onto his stomach heavy and wet, Ethan angling his hips so Grayson could see his own come dripping out of him.

Grayson couldn’t possibly try to dispute that, feeling hypnotized by how slutty Ethan could be, making sure he could see him at the perfect angle. “I do. I do love you that much,” Grayson agreed without question, already feeling his cock twitch with interest, especially at the feeling of his come dripping back onto him.

Ethan smirked and leaned forward, grabbing Grayson’s chin to keep him still as he planted a kiss to his lips, tongue immediately tangling with Grayson’s hotly. Ethan only pulled away when it was absolutely necessary, panting close to his face.

“Please don’t go back to sleep,” Ethan begged softly.

“I won’t, E, I’m all yours.”

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Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4

#grethan #wombmates

[feralchaton]

Another year has come and gone...

Hey Tumblr, can the deleted blogs get a special year end round up? <insert icy glare here>

Anyway...

Hey everyone!

hi...Hi!!

I keep wanting to write something but the mood keeps turning to throat punchy so that's how things want to come out. I am arguing with myself wanting to be all cotton candy and rainbows but that underlying current of get the fuck outta my face simply isn't working for what I think I want to accomplish.

It is what it is so here goes.

It's been a year of being discarded, forgotten, judged, used, manipulated, scorned, emotionally/psychologically abused, burned, sucker punches, yellow cards, red flags, gaslit, kicked while down...

...here's the thing, though-- I'm used to all that.

No, really! And it's okay

(not okay that people do these things to others)

It is OK -I am OK- because it's what I've known and recognized as familial and friendship for most of my life. I needed to see and know it for what it is. It's where I come from but not who I am and certainly not what I want and will no longer accept.

It is okay. It's OK because the lesson was/is boundaries and how they come from inside me; not outside of myself. In facing myself and 'my demons' aka the bullshit I've allowed from *lack of* boundaries/self love/self worth, I have been able to **let go**.

Letting go - actually letting it all go- feels fucking amazing and in doing so

It's been a year of healing, understanding, recovery, discovery, growth, hope, turning the page, feeling my feelings, showing up, emerging, planting new seeds, weeding, gardening, planning, upgrading, acknowledging, shifting perspective, vibrating higher, continually forgiving myself, forgiving that which will never apologize, grieving, grace, humility, and dreaming.

Lost and Found/Perdue et Retrouvée, the continual process of doing more than just existing.

We are here to live.

I believe in the power of experiences (having, joining, and creating) I also believe in the powers of hope and love and know they are, in fact, more potent than any iota of indifference, misery, or hate.

Fun fact, my name means 'glowing' 'light' 'glittering' among a few other meanings (one is literally Queen or Queen Mother) but I don't mention that one often, however, it's time for me to know, show, and glow.

Looking forward to moving forward.

No longer interested in looking back, let alone returning to any of the neat, orderly, packaged memories with betrayal and harm being left behind, sitting & waiting for when and if their owners are ever ready to claim them. No longer my monkeys or my circus and none of it ever was.

With a light heart and unfurled wings; I wish everyone love and peace, joy and laughter, understanding and compassion, patience and friendship. May 2023 be full of kindness, generosity, good health, and an abundance of blessings.

With love and warm tidings ~ 🌠🤟🕯🕊

Happy New Year! 🥂

Candace

#new year #personal #feralchaton #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #spilled milk #holiday #tis the season

[gr-book-worm-1818]

I might be neurodivergent but like ??? (LONG)

hey so like, I’ve been thinking. am I neurodivergent? (and before you tell me to get a diagnosis I desperately want to get one I swear but I’m a minor and my parents would never let me, plus I’m concerned about finances and what they’ll think of me so that’s off the list. I honestly just. really want answers and advice!) so here’s the thing. first off, let me start by saying I’m already pretty sure I have anxiety---not as intense as it gets but it’s definitely there. like that’s what I’m sure of...at least I think I am (which should already tell you I’m not really sure of THAT to begin with but that’s for a whole nother time). 

I’ve only just started looking into neurodivergent stuff recently and it’s been one heck of a ride already. I’m not really sure where to start so I’m sorry if this is formatted weirdly or something, I don’t mean to cause confusion! 

basically, after looking at the symptoms of autism and adhd (mainly adhd) and looking back at my childhood, I exhibited a lot of the symptoms (and I don’t mean like, a shit gremlin toddler, I mean like kindergarten all the way up to middle school until right before high school). [disclaimer: I know neurodivergence is something you are born with and not obtained, by ‘kindergarten all the way up to middlde school’ I mean that’s when I first remember having experienced the symptoms]. my hands always had to be doing something, I was incredibly impatient, sometimes I couldn’t sit still, I tried changing the topic a lot when I had to apologize to people, I didn’t think about the consequences of my actions, my voice often came out louder than I meant for it to (I even got into an argument with my middle school friends about this because when we were in a call they got mad at me for screaming a lot). I also had a special interest (I’m not sure if this counts but I’m saying it anyway)---this game. It was basically all I could talk about. there were a lot of other symptoms I had too that I didn’t notice at the time, but unfortunately I’ve forgotten a few (watch me remember them right when I post this.) [I also think you should know that I’ve also been described as a gifted kid a lot---good grades usually came easy to me and I was never not in the honors, which is part of the reason I’m doubting if I MIGHT be neurodivergent]. but I thought, it was probably just a childhood thing (completely disregarding the fact that I did not know anybody else who did those things in their own childhoods).

then I learned about masking. and realized I probably had anxiety.  what if I’ve been masking? or what if my neurodivergency (IF I even have it) resulted in anxiety which then forced me to mask it??? I’m hyper aware of how I act at all times. I’m scared of putting my music at a high volume and just vibing because what if someone is calling me and I don’t hear and they get mad? (back to the symptoms thing, when I was younger I did zone out a lot and forget I was supposed to do stuff and, you guessed it, put my headphones at a high volume resulting in me getting scolded). [also just a disclaimer, please don’t blame either of my parents for this, they’re both amazing and I love them but genuinely I don’t think they would understand if I told them any of this] whenever I’m given something I could drop like a glass of milk I drink it immediately to ensure that I don’t drop it or accidentally knock it over or something. 

here’s where some *social anxiety* but also *I want friends very very badly* comes in. hooray! /sarcastic 

I used to be incredibly social when I was in middle school---I was friends with basically everyone. it’s like being social was as easy as breathing to me. but now? well, I noticed that most of the time I can barely talk to people anymore (even my mom has noted this and said I’m like a ‘loner’ now). I think it’s important to note that I was never bullied; we never really had bullies at any of the schools I went to; the closest thing to ‘bullying’ we ever had was playful teasing. anyway, back to the social thing---I noticed that sometimes, very rarely but sometimes, if for example I’m in a group project, I’ll talk a lot and joke around a lot and be extremely energetic and friendly around those people---I’ll feel great, if not a little exhausted at the end of the day because of how active I was. but the next day? well, wouldn’t ya know, the very next day I’m back to my awkward, socially anxious self, probably overthinking if the people I was energetic around the previous time now think I’m weird. 

I also noticed that I tend to get really excited around people I find cool and wanna be close with, if that makes sense? like on the first day of school, I met our new english teacher and he seemed soooo cool and nice and COOL and we were supposed to introduce ourselves and do this activity, and when he got to me I read out what I wrote and when I was done I realized---”oh shit. I talked kinda fast and my voice did NOT come out right.” nobody said anything about it but I could clearly tell the teacher was weirded out by this, so I’ve been hyper aware of how I act in english class ever since because I wanna make a good impression, I don’t want even the TEACHERS to think I’m weird! 

okay so, now I want to expand on the grades thing. first off, I know neuerodivergent people can be smart and have good grades---I never doubted that for a second. but like I said, I’ve always mostly fit the gifted kid description---well, in middle school I did. now, in highschool, I’m more burnt-out gifted kid (and, news flash, I constantly get mad at myself about it because how can I be burnt-out if I’ve barely done anything worthy of said burn-out?). 

secondly, I’ve always considered myself to be very creative and imaginative; ever since I was little, I’ve wanted to be a writer---more specifically, nowadays, I’m thinking more along the lines of director. I have so many ideas and stuff like that, but whenever it’s time to write them down my brain kinda just...goes blank. it was hard for me to even start writing this post even though for the past few days I’ve been thinking about how the heck I should start writing it in the first place. 

now onto my thoughts. ah, my wonderful, wonderful, thoughts /sarcastic. 

I’ve always had A LOT of thoughts. it’s hard for me to shut down my brain whenever it’s time to sleep and stuff, and I’ve actually observed that sometimes I fall asleep to my own thoughts/stories still going on in my head. it’s always been very easy for me to paint a picture of stories in my head. like I said, I’ve always been very creative. 

now, I don’t really know where to go with the rest of this post, so let me just share some random things I did either when I was a kid or things I do now, in case that’ll help/maybe entertain you. 

-when I was a kid, I legit could not sleep unless my parents played a movie in the background; I called it a ‘sleep movie’ (ironically, I’m pretty sure the sleep movies actually made it more difficult to sleep---this one probably just stemmed from my fear of monsters in the dark because I learned about horror stories way too early in life).  -I stim a lot; I’m not sure if this is the exact definition, but if, for example, I’m taking a shower and the hot water suddenly turns excruciatingly cold, my leg will do this stompy thingy and/or my arms are gonna flap. I don’t know though, that might be normal. -sometimes I walk...weirdly. even in public places. or I’m weirdly conscious of how I walk. like maybe I’ll walk like a penguin or something subconsciously. (someone I know once told me I walked ‘like a r*tarded person’)  -I have horrid anger issues. this is part of the “I did stuff without thinking of the consequences of my actions” thing I said earlier; when I was little and I was waiting for something to load on the tablet, for example, I would maybe hit the tablet or smash it against the bed (see? horrible anger issues). I no longer do this because now I am EXTREMELY cautious around electronic devices (especially after my track record of dropping and breaking, what, four devices?)  -now this one is really hard to explain but I feel like it’s important. ever since I was little (I still do this now btw), when I’m bored, I’d take a thing---usually a barbie doll but sometimes a pencil---and then I’d hold it with one hand, hyperfocus on it, and ‘imagine’ something, if that makes sense? like I’d hold the doll and just...zone out and imagine this wild story I made up in my head, often hitting my feet together and shaking the doll and my hands as I would imagine it---my relatives have practically accepted this as normal, which I’m thankful for, though sometimes it still gets joked about (I know it’s all in good fun, though). [Note: I only do this in private---I do not like people watching me do this and never do it when people are around. only when I’m alone in my room do I ever do it.]  -as I’ve gotten older, I noticed I’ve gotten WAY more empathetic. maybe too empathetic, actually. I always try to think about what I would feel in that person’s shoes. what if I were them? I also always try thinking about what their intentions could be (personally I feel like this came with the anxiety). -I overthink a lot. this came in a package deal with the anxiety, of course.  -ew, physical touch. I do not like physical touch. it depends on the person but I almost always despise it, though I can deal with hand holding if it’s someone I trust.  -If someone did something to annoy me, I’ll almost always remember it. I used to use it against them when I was younger, but not anymore---I kinda just remember it, and sometimes I actually take a kind of score and count how many times they’ve upset me, like a red flag counter or something (yet despite all those red flags I never end the friendship because I have no other friends to go to and they’re practically all I have. tsk tsk. incredibly unhealthy, I know).  OKAY, I think that’s it (to be honest there’s probably a LOT of stuff I missed so no that is probably not it). if you wanna ask me about anything feel free to, I really want to get this sorted out and I wanna hear your opinions, is this neurodivergency? am I going insane? I need advice!!!!!!!! 

P.S. if you made it all the way to to the end holy shit thank you so much for sitting through this entire thing. tell me your thoughts and opinions if you can, please and thank you!!!!!!

#autism #adhd #neurodivergent #autism and adhd #need advice pls #identity crisis #be nice pls

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

@we-will-begin-again (from Lucille for Rick's 🎂🎉)

Lucille had had the holster hidden in her trailer since... well, she'd lost fucking count of how long it had been since she'd seen it among the things Jesus brought back to Hilltop from one of his trips out, and taken it because the first thing that had crossed her mind upon seeing the somehow unscathed in this apocalypse, dark leather colt python holster with a fern-like design carved on it, was "This would look fuckin' amazing attached to Rick's hip."

Then Carl, whose second favorite thing to do right after sneaking out and sending everyone's stress levels through the roof seemed to be playing matchmaker for his dad, told her that he believed Rick's birthday was coming up, and they'd checked and confirmed: his birthday was coming up. It sent Lucille on a scavenging trip of her own, both to find something to clean and polish leather with, and something to present the gift in. The first turned out to be easier than the second, because shoe polishing supplies didn't break apart as easily as gift bags and boxes did when exposed to the elements and, well, to the undead apocalypse that was their new normal.

But gift wrap proved the superior material to use on birthday presents, as she was able to find just enough of it —christmas patterned, but whatever, it was going to get ripped off anyway— to present Rick with the gift when the day finally came.

She didn't known how to go about it, so she just knocked on his door, told him to close his eyes and hold his hands out as soon as Rick opened it, and dropped the gift on his hands.

"Carl told me your birthday was coming up, so... happy birthday! Judith helped," Lucille told him, even if Judith had been more interested in trying to eat the resin when she'd been polishing the leather holster than in helping.

Send my muse(s) birthday messages! - @we-will-begin-again

Rick had been enjoying his trips to Hilltop more and more, and he'd been taken them more often. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't because of Lucille because it absolutely was. He enjoyed her company, and he liked the fact that she wasn't afraid to call him out when she absolutely needed to. He'd also be lying if he said it didn't turn him on, too.

But this trip had been different. He'd brought both Carl and Judith on this trip. Judith had taken up with Lucille rather quickly the first time they had met so when she saw her, she was super excited and ran to her. He couldn't stop smiling at the memory. He loved seeing his children happy.

It was a little past eight o'clock at night when there was a knock on his door. He'd just put Judith to bed so he was curious as to who it could be, but then he heard her voice through the darkened oak. He smirked when she instructed him to close his eyes but did as he was told.

He opened the door and held out his hands. He felt the crinkle of wrapping paper. Curious, he opened his eyes and saw the Christmas design on the paper. He couldn't stop the smile that tugged at his lips as he quickly opened it and let the paper fall to the floor. He inspected the holster carefully, almost as if he was in complete awe of it. The smell of leather and polish gave him a bit of a thrill. He could tell that she’d taken great care to get it ready for him. "It's beautiful." He chuckled softly hearing that Carl had spilled the beans about his birthday. "I'd almost forgotten it this year," he admitted.

He gestured for her to step into the room, putting his finger to his lips as he pointed toward the bed where Judith was sleeping. He reached for his worn out holster and Colt and slipped the weapon gently from it before sliding it into the new holster and promptly strapped it to his hips. "It's perfect." He moved toward her, hand on her hip as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Thank you."

He then slipped a finger under her chin, lifting it so that he could give her a proper thank you with a kiss to her soft lips. As the kiss ended, he licked his lips. "Now I just need to know when you're birthday is." He didn't give her time to respond as he kissed her again.

#.happy birthday [rick] #.maildrop [rick] #.ship [rick x lucille] #we-will-begin-again

[mikasa-last-hope]

Hii!! i just wanted to say thank you so much for your story!! I love how active you are here, and reading ask other people's.

Honestly, I only came across the Ackerbond week ago, but I love every next chapter more and more than the last one. You write beautifully. I especially like that in addition to Levi and Mikasa, you don't forget about other heroes too, reading about Jean in love was very nice! And I also really liked how you wrote about how hard it is for Levi to cope with sleep, and he used to sleep with one eye open, and then, as if nothing had happened, falls asleep near Mikas. You feel each character so well, I don't think I've read anything better, I'm amazed every time how skillfully you prescribe their psychology. In many stories, Levi has not been a virgin for a long time and quite likes sex, but I'm glad that I came across your story, where Levi never had any interest in this part at all. It seems to me that this is much more logical, largely because sex is tied to his mother's work, which generally instilled in him an aversion to such thoughts.

In any case, I am very interested in how Mikasa and Levi's next conversation about the "incident" will go, cannot wait for the next update, I am beyond hooked!

Hi !

Thanks ! I am very and honestly touched by your compliments !

I'm not really very active here infortunatly... I feel a bit guilty about not updating as often as I'd like so I tend to go into ghost mode😅

I didn't wanted to answer until I had at least the next chapter out but it's getting long so here I am answering you after 4 months! Sorry about that… I hope to post the next chapter one of these days (I don't want to promise anything or give a deadline I can't respect…)

Yes, I try to not forget the other characters but my story will remain very focused on Levi and Mikasa, I would like to dwell on the others as much but with all the ideas I have already in mind for Levi & Mikasa and at the speed I'm publishing... it would take me more than a lifetime!

It's like you say it's complicated for Levi to sleep, it's a canon fact. I chose to justify it by what we know of Levi's past : his childhood in a brothel, Kenny, the hostility in the underground, the loss of his loved ones, the operation of Wall Maria, which is often forgotten but which must have been really traumatic for the few survivors…

However, and I'm sorry if this came across as such in Ackerbond it wasn't my intention… but Levi doesn't fall asleep just because of Mikasa's presence, it's mostly because of physical fatigue. Mikasa just gives him a little peace of mind by simply sharing a bottle of wine with him in honor of his squad members. I wanted to review this because it's important to me to build their relationship in a real and logical way. So, sorry if you read this that way, it's not what I have in my mind 😅

As my choice about Levi being a virgin, Isayama said that Levi has never been in a relationship. Of course and like always it's not very clear, this could mean everything and its opposite... He could have already loved without it being concrete or it was one-sided maybe... He have never fell in love... He have sex but without feeling... He's still a virgin... At least I understand it like that. So I thought it would be more interesting that Levi, a man in his thirties who grew up in a brothel, were a virgin. We could then expect him to be experienced or on the contrary to have an aversion to sex…

In Ackerbond, I want to make a mixture of both, it had an impact but he isn't traumatized nor a frightened virgin : he can talk about sex and even with less embarrassment than someone experienced, find that prostitution is a job like any other, not be affected by the nudity of others or even his own… and at the same time he has a very pragmatic and reductive vision of sex, he feels little desire sometimes but doesn't very like to touch himself.

Anyway, thank you again for your nice ask, if you (or anyone else) reads it, feel free to reply if you want.

Take care !

#my asks #is levi a virgin?

[selflessanatta]

You Are Going to Die, https://selflessanatta.com/you-are-going-to-die/

New Post has been published on https://selflessanatta.com/you-are-going-to-die/

You Are Going to Die

Photo by Jaime Spaniol on Unsplash

Mostly, we go through life seeking objects of our desire, laboring under the false idea that happiness can be found in wealth, status, or a good reputation.

We expend tremendous amounts of energy toward obtaining things and attaching ourselves to them, only to find disappointment when these things don’t bring us the happiness we desire.

You’ve heard the expression, “You can’t take it with you.” And we all intellectually know that to be true, but do we really live our lives as if it were true? Consider the following story:

Some children were playing beside a river. They made castles of sand, and each child defended his castle and said, ‘This one is mine.’

They kept their castles separate and would not allow any mistakes about which was whose.

When the castles were all finished, one child kicked over someone else’s castle and completely destroyed it. The owner of the castle flew into a rage, pulled the other child’s hair, struck him with his fist and bawled out, ‘He has spoiled my castle! Come along all of you and help me punish him as he deserves.’

The others all came to his help.

They beat the child, their friend.

Then they went on playing in their sand castles, each saying, ‘This is mine; no one else may have it.

Keep away!

Don’t touch my castle!’

But evening came, it was getting dark and they all thought they ought to be going home.

No one now cared what became of his castle.

One child stamped on his, another pushed his over with both hands.

Then they turned away and went back, each to his home.

Do we act any differently than these children?

We live our lives building castles in the sand only to leave them behind as meaningless when the long night of death falls.

Imagine for a moment that you accomplished everything you wanted in life. You succeeded in all your worldly affairs.

Perhaps you’re Jeff Bezos and you’ve accumulated a $100 billion fortune.

Or perhaps you’re Tom Brady and you won seven super bowls.

While these are amazing accomplishments, both of those men will die, and when they do, they won’t be taking any of their wealth or attainments with them.

In fact, if they cling to their attainments on their deathbed, they will feel anguish and sorrow, and they will endure a great deal of suffering.

How will their worldly attainments benefit them then?

You are going to die.

You could die today.

None of your worldly attainments or possessions are important.

You won’t be taking any of it with you.

Shortly after your death, your possessions will be disbursed to various people, and your corpse will be disposed of.

A form of you remains in the memories of those who knew you. Those who outlive you may remember you kindly, or they may not.

You may have a memorial headstone, or no permanent record of you may exist at all.

Everything you worked for, struggled against, hoped, dreamed, felt — everything will be summarized by a dash between the dates on your gravestone.

Most people won’t have any more details on your life than what’s contained in that dash.

After your funeral service, most people will go back to their self-important thoughts, and thoughts of you will arise less and less often until you are finally forgotten.

A hundred years after your death, everyone who knew you will also be dead (not that they spent much time remembering you anyway), and nobody will visit your gravestone. Even your gravestone will finally be forgotten or destroyed.

All evidence of your existence will be gone.

As Styx pointed out in Nothing Ever Goes as Planned: “Even Pharaohs turn to sand, Like a drop in the ocean.”

Given these facts, why would you waste your time building castles in the sand?

Given these facts, why would you attach yourself to anything?

If you don’t attach yourself to life and worry about everything, life becomes a grand adventure full of fun and excitement.

When items you desire come to you, you enjoy them with thanks, and then you let them go.

As Freddie Mercury said in Bohemian Rhapsody: “Carry on, carry on, As if nothing really matters.”

~~wink~~

Anatta

[soporis]

all i want to think about is this apartment!! it's becoming maladaptve daydreaming the way it's distracting me from my papers lol (though tbh with the way my focus level works the sun going down just absolutely nerfs my ability to be productive, which in other cirumstances is fine but for finals season kinda sucks).

but anyway this APARTMENT I cannot begin to describe the relief that washes over me when I think about having my own place where I am only managing my own mess, my own germs, my own schedule; to be free to sing again, to not have to apologize when someone comes over because it's impossible to get the place to stay presentable for more than a few hours at a time.

to have a working FREEZER my god I'm going to be able to eat normally - cook with an OVEN, not have to store my food around rotting leftovers that I'm too stubborn to throw out because i've been doing it for months, to have a pantry that isn't half forgotten about with spices thrown about everywhere; i'm trying not to let myself start thinking that anything but the work I put in is going to fix me, but damn being able to feel confident about the space where my food is prepared would be an amazing start, wouldn't it?

i've also started extrapolating this out to different areas - wow without having to spend like a solid hour a day cleaning up after someone else thanks to my new dishwasher, or being able to do laundry and not have to orient my day around that in fear of inconveniencing someone, frees up so much time for me to dedicate to other avenues of myself! i'm sometimes at a loss with what to do with free time at nick's because there is nothing that needs attending to; being in his space (by virtue of both who he is as a person and also the luxuries of dishwasher + in unit laundry) is not an action but a state. this feels worth the cost to me; and if it can give me a better jumping off point at which to restore my health, that's worth literally my entire life savings let alone this increased rent payment.

i'm going to try to be practical tomorrow; I will take measurements and test out all the things that need testing and be realistic if there is a problem. I will also state my boundary with February being the earliest I an move in; it seems like this place has been open since November with no interest so I'd like to think I have some wiggle room, but also I am so immensely overjoyed thinking about living here that I'm not sure I would even be willing to wait until March. a part of me is piping up and going 'and think, if it works you won't need to take your SSRIs' which I guess, in the most general sense, if true; if moving in here gives you the mental space to dedicate yourself to the process of getting better, that will in fact render the prescription null. but I can't let it become more causal than that.

this got sad and it was supposed to be exciting. and i am still very much excited, but do need to make sure i am not being manic about this or placing too much faith in something that will absolutely not save me.

but why not indulge? imagine having everything you own stored neatly away in this house, available for you to access and not secured away to prevent contamination. imagine having caro over for baking and movie nights with your projector and painting on the kitchen table and spa night. imagine having albright over for horror movies and dinner! imagine nick being able to sleep over at yours for once (not that I actually even want that that often, but to have the option is nice). imagine having all your pagan activities finally an option for you as you will have genuine solitude. imagine sleepovers with nestor in a normal sized bed again lol. imagine even hosting someone to stay over, like xiu or natalie! imagine decorating exactly how I want to, keeping my plants healthy and luscious. imagine taking care of your beauty in that luxurious bathroom that doesn't have cracks in the ceiling and walls. to slip back into an unhealthy pattern of thinking, imagine how impressed everyone will be when they come over and see how beautifully you live. imagine how they'll understand why you've been so reclusive and how much happier you are now. imagine the superiority you'll get to feel when it really hasn't been your doing this whole time.

#personal

[cowboytranslator]

occupation: crevice-dweller

Name: Ruan Zigang

Age: 25 years

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius 

Blood type: O

I daresay that I understand more than the average person does about surviving in narrow spaces. That’s because it’s the job I do every day. Actually, it’s not that hard to do this kind of job. As long as your brain firstly agrees to abandon all its dignity, your body will naturally be alright. You can’t have the smallest iota of “self”. You must be indifferent to your outside, your inside, your personality, when they’re being brought to rock-bottom. As long as you indifferently drift with the tide, and don’t resist anything, (you should be relaxed, enduring and enduring and enduring) you’ll eventually completely forget what you were trying to restrain yourself against. As long as you maintain this for a little while, you can eventually enter that beautiful region in which you can live freely and easily. When I first started, I thought it was very difficult, but eventually I learned how to do it. There are times when I forget that I’m a person at all, and believe that I’m actually a cute amoeba.

Greatest wish: To never gain weight, or to never get confused.

Happiest thing: Dating a pretty girl.

Saddest thing: My tooth hurting. I’m afraid of dentists.

Your favourite activity: Sharing the joys and sorrows of my life and job with others.

Your pet peeve: When my date is late.

A memory you’re proud of: When I joined the student movement, and successfully fought against the government with my classmates.

A memory that frustrates you: I’ve got nothing special to say about that.

Notes: I often forget who I am, and why I’m alive. (It’s probably an occupational disease!) I feel pessimistic about life, and have already forgotten the dreams of my youth and the wishes I had when I reached adulthood. When you live between the cracks for a long time, your body and mind will quickly become distorted.

translator's notes:

augh ough ugh ouch. this was my first formal translation so the quality is so bad but it was also the first page that truly captivated me so i have to put it on here.

no idea what this is a metaphor of. despise how my translation made him sound a little stupid-- i really lost a lot of their nuance. this was actually horrifying to read. they have this very matter-of-fact, lighthearted tone while talking about something that's very clearly unmentionable and incredibly taxing on them, and it really freaked me out, to be honest. and then 2 sentences later they're talking about their fear of dentists. this book really is crazy.

the final sentence of the "notes" section is my favourite on this entire page. it really made me shake and shiver.

oh my god i have to do actual translators notes. anyway. the word for "enduring" and "restraining yourself" is actually the same word, 忍耐, but i feel it flows better if i use a different one.

变形虫 means amoeba, which i think is a unicellular organism. the last part sounds really random, and it is, but it's such a lovely detail. unicellular. they're losing their sense of their own body. i really love this book.

also something i just realised: i don't know zigang's gender! in future translations, i usually just go by the picture or the description, but they're kind of gender-neutral and first person makes these things confusing. i used to think of them as a "he". now, i'm not so sure.

lastly: their name, 自刚, is kind of amazing. 刚 can be used as an adjective for something tough, strong, unyielding, while 自 refers to oneself. it's truly that exact combo of... lighthearted nature with an iron will beneath. i really like this dude.

#cowboytranslating #langblr #language #reading #student #study motivation #studyblr #creative writing #writing #writeblr #writers #on writing #study #linguistics #english #polyglot #multilingual #language learning #studystudystudy #student life #study hard #studying #creative #inspiration

[malyen0retsev]

calling out people for abusing archie renaux’s daughter and being racist towards him is not ‘being an anti’, it’s called being a fucking human being with a moral compass

#i'm tired #'malinas are wasting time stirring up drama' we literally AREN'T if you would all stop being racist and abusive we wouldn't have to do this #anyway it's amazing to me how often this fact gets forgotten #this is *literally* the reason he took a huge step back from instagram #and it was one of that clique that commented 'don't you have a baby to feed' it wasn't a malina #SO. shut up. enjoy your villain fave idgaf like genuinely i want people to love their characters #but if you're gonna called us 'pressed' and 'antis' #for calling out racist abuse archie faces #AND abuse against his daughter #and then in the same god damn day you people try and pin the abuse on US the people who CALL THIS OUT #you can get stuffed #sarah rambles

[slasherhaven]

Can I request slashers reacting to their s/o surprising them with lingerie?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O surprising them with lingerie:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas.exe stopped working. When he steps into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind him, he pauses as soon as he sees you.

Where did you even get that from? You’re kneeling on the bed, a smile on your face now that he was here, wearing lingerie that he had never seen before.

He feels like he shouldn’t stare, still worried about getting things wrong like this, no matter how long you have been together. It’s oddly sweet. But he still can’t help but stare just a little, especially when you assure him that it’s alright to do so. 

You stand from the bed and walk up to him, taking his hands and placing them on your waist so that he can feel the lace you were wearing. 

When you lean up to him and tell him that all of this is for him, he’ll lift you off of the ground, letting you wrap your legs around him as he carries you over to the bed.

He’s always in awe of you, now more than ever. You look so beautiful and he’s so in love with you, still in disbelief that you want him as much as he wants you.

Michael Myers

The last thing Michael expect to find when he got home, was you still awake, waiting for him and dressed in lingerie.

Now, he doesn’t care much for lingerie. He still wants the same result, you naked and letting him have his way with you.

He still has to admit that he likes the way you look in it, and he likes that you have dressed that way specifically for him. Plus...it’s pretty, it compliments you very well, even he can see that.

In the end, that lingerie is going to be ripped off of you and end up on the floor. He really doesn’t care about ruining it, he can be pretty inconsiderate like that, but you’re still in for one hell of a good night.

Jason Voorhees

You’re going to give this man a heart attack.

When he got back to the cabin and you greeted him with a sweet kiss to the mask but so...scantily clad, he wasn’t sure how to react.

You had obviously put some extra effort into looking nice for him and you did look stunning, in fact Jason couldn’t stop starting at you, but this was definitely new.

He’s very sweet about it, and a little curious.

He has no plan to quickly get it off of you, he’s going to admire how it looks on you for a little while longer. 

The lace and silk and your skin all feel so soft under his hands, he loves that feeling. 

He just loves you and admires your beauty. Even when you’re sitting nearly naked in front of Jason, he manages to be so sweet and tender. Is there anything that could get this man to not treat you like something fragile and precious? Probably not!

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms found your lingerie before you knew about him. He was a creep (still is sometimes) and he knows that. He had been waiting to see you wearing it since he discovered it but daren’t mention that he knew about it.

And then...you did it but so much better than he imagined.

When he came into the room to see you wearing the lacy number he had been fantasising about for so long, he was hard instantly.

He’s handsy and can’t help himself, groping you through the thin material with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Brahms is a huge fan, he absolutely loves it, and will expect this more often now that you’ve shown him it.

Bo Sinclair

You should have known what you were getting yourself into. 

When Bo finds you in your shared bedroom, wearing nothing but some sexy lingerie, he was a little surprised. He just hadn’t been expecting it.

However, his surprise his quickly forgotten. In seconds he is smirking and making demands for you to ‘get your ass over here’.

Of course he’s teasing you about how needy you are for his attention, getting all dressed up just for him. Did you really want him to fuck you that bad?

He’ll give you what you want but for purely selfish reasons.

Bo isn’t always...good at complimenting you but you get the idea that he’s a fan pretty quickly.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent freezes as soon as he walked into the bedroom and sees you dressed in delicate lace that just about covered everything that needed covering.

You looked amazing, absolutely beautiful, he was just stunned.

You saunter up to him with a smile on your face, placing your hands on his chest and greeting him sweetly. 

He would place his hands on your hips, staring at your body. He would have considered that disrespectful normally but it seemed appropriate in this moment.

Vincent is an artist and you are his muse, so you can bet that he is going to spend plenty of time admiring how you look in this.

Lester Sinclair

Lester loves coming home to you because you always greet him with a hug and a kiss, but he could have never expected this. You greeted him like you usually would, the only difference being what you were wearing.

A simple but delicate looking lingerie set. He had no idea where you had gotten it but it didn’t matter because he was already in love with it.

He feels like the luckiest man on the planet to have a gorgeous partner like you, who would wear something like this for him without even being asked.

“All of this for me?” he’d ask and you’d nod with a smile. “...thank you” he didn’t know what to say but he was grateful. You couldn’t help but giggle before kissing him, he was adorable.

Usually, he really does care much about lingerie, he considers it ‘fancy’, but he definitely loves it right now.

He’s cautious to remove it carefully, he definitely doesn’t want to tear it off of you, he wants you to be able to wear this again.

Bubba Sawyer 

He thinks you look so pretty!!!

He might not even see it in a purely sexual way. The ‘outfit’ is cute and pretty and you look fantastic, he can just appreciate that. Though...the revealing nature of the attire does have a near instant effect on his thoughts and body.

You get lots of complimentary babbles and big smiles as his hands explore your body and the new item of clothing.

Of course lace and ribbons are going to put a smile on his face, especially if it’s in a soft colour like pink or light blues.

His hands are eager but not rough at all, he’s not all that interested in ripping it off of you or anything, he’s just a tad over excited by how you look.

You’re going to have to take the lead, he doesn’t even know what to do with himself right now. All he knows is that you look incredible and he loves you so much.

Billy Lenz

Billy has seen that you have some lingerie, he’s definitely gone snooping around in your belongings before. He might have even ‘borrowed’ them before.

But when he finally gets to see you wearing it, and with the intention of him seeing it, he’s thrilled.

As soon as he sees you, he’s grinning and ready to pounce on you.

Don’t expect much patience or will-power from him, he just needs to be touching you now. He can’t resist you like this!

He is overly eager (which isn’t that uncommon anyway) and you’re not going to be able to reel him in much, but this is like a treat for him so it’s okay.

He just can’t get enough of touching you, rambling his dirty thoughts without restraint, confessing his ‘history’ with the garment and how he was waiting for you to wear it for him.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

His reaction depends on your relationship with him. He might be a little surprised by you taking the initiative and greeting him like this, or he might have even asked you (more like ordered you) to be wearing this particular set when he returns home. 

But let’s say he wasn’t expecting it at all and you just decided to surprise him.

Honestly the result will pretty much be the same, his surprise quickly masked with a smirk.

Of course he can’t have you thinking you have any control here, so he’s instantly walking up to you, taking your chin between his thumb and finger, making you look up at him as he comments on how good you are to greet him like this.

Now, are you going to keep being good and do as he says? Very good, now go wait for him in the bedroom.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

You have a whole collection of lingerie. Even if you didn’t own any before dating Jesse, you do now because he bought you plenty of sets, all of the finest quality of course.

You knew when Jesse was coming home from his most recent ‘business trip’, so you were prepared for his return, having gotten yourself all dressed up in his favourite set of lingerie to greet him.

He came home and you greeted him the way you unusually go, with an embrace and a passionate kiss. 

He instantly noticed the thin robe your were wearing, and he got the idea pretty quick.

Jesse just smirked as you untied the robe, dropping it to the floor to show him his favourite lacy lingerie.

In a matter of seconds he’s lifting you off of your feet, having you wrap your legs around his waist as he captures your lips in a kiss and carries you to the bedroom.

He couldn’t have asked for a better ‘welcome home’.

Otis Driftwood

Otis was in a bad mood when he returned to your shared bedroom, but that bad mood was put on hold for a moment when he saw you dressed in pretty lace lingerie.

Well, you certainly had a plan for what would be happening when he got back, and he wasn’t about to argue with you. It definitely lightened his mood just a little.

“You know just how to cheer me the fuck up” Otis smirked, walking up to you and grabbing you, you didn’t even have the time to respond or even smile at him before he was kissing you.

He does love how you look in the lingerie but he doesn’t care so much about ruining it. Feel free to complain and chastise him when he rips it, he doesn’t care, he just assures you that he’ll just get you some more.

He’ll take a second to just stare at your body before tearing the lingerie off of you.

Oh, he was about to take out his bad mood on you, but you were never one to complain about that.

Baby Firefly

As soon as Baby steps into your bedroom to see that you have gotten all dolled up for her, she’s smiling brightly. She loves it!

She just thinks you look so good! And she’s going to tell you that in various ways, plenty of compliments are coming your way.

She’ll grab you by the waist, pulling you closer to her and pressing a kiss to your lips before asking if you did all of this for her. Of course you did, and she knows it.

She tells you that she’s very grateful, you look gorgeous like this, but right now she’s ready to get it off of you and drop it to the floor.

Baby is very honest about how she’ll be waiting for your next little surprise treat.

Yautja (Predator) 

This is...new to him. Of course human clothes in general are pretty new to him but he understands that this attire is more ‘scandalous’ than what you would usually wear. It’s new but he’s intelligent, he gets the idea.

He is a fan. He thinks you look wonderful in it and he wants to admire you in it, giving you plenty of compliments. 

He also likes the confidence, and that you put this on to seduce him, not that you need to try very hard to do that.

He’s careful with it, especially if you informed him it was pretty expensive or if it looks very delicate. He doesn’t want to accidently tear it and upset you.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

No need to respond to this ask, I just want to tell you how I feel sorry you had to deal with harassment because of Malleus fans, and that you’re not alone on the matter. I personally am not open about who I dislike in Twst either, sometimes because I have friends who like them so I don’t want to be a party pooper, but sometimes because they’re popular and I know some people will come after me asking me to explain (which I can’t even explain like you can, I just… don’t like them). I really, really appreciate how you don’t over-generalise the behaviour to all Malleus fans. I wonder if it would bring you comfort knowing that I have a close friend who’s a Malleus fan, and she’s always complaining about the same flaws in his character that you brought up (especially the part about Halloween because gosh that annoyed both of us sooooo much), yes, even though she loves him! 😂

(P.S. Love your writing as always and THANK YOU for writing a really amazing piece for Malleus in the tarot series lmao, I really love that one, still fresh in my memory)

[Referencing this post! You can also read the Twisted Tarot piece for Malleus here!]

I respond to the ask anyway--

It saddens me so much to know that people worry about something as simple as expressing their opinion on the characters they dislike because of potential backlash 💦 A fandom should be fun, not fear-inducing.

I think you should be able to freely express your thoughts on characters, Anon (again, as long as you’re not hurting or insulting anyone). I’m sure your friends would understand! And really, I don’t think anyone is obligated to explain why they don’t like a character. Sometimes they just don’t click or we can’t quite explain it, and fandoms should really be more accepting of that fact instead of demanding for reasons.

I have friends that don’t like Jade or Rook, and I have friends that love Malleus, and we are still able to get along while respecting each other’s preferences. It would be remiss of me to equate all Malleus fans to the few bad apples, so I really want to stress that point when I speak on my dislike for him. I see you, good apples! 😉 And I appreciate you! Thank you for listening to my ramblings and being respectful!

Anon, it’s great that you have a friend that can enjoy Malleus while still acknowledging his flaws. I think it’s very important that we don’t just blindly consume media; it’s just as important to also critique and analyze what we consume, because media isn’t always perfect and we’re allowed to reflect and learn from it. We critique not because we “hate” the media, but because we want the best for it and we know it can be better.

DBIHLABSSFOAIYDYVIASADSI I’M GLAD YOU ENJOYED THAT PIECE 😭 I may not like Malleus on a personal level, but I think he’s interesting to write!! I had a lot of fun framing The Emperor to suit Malleus (particularly with the fake-out opening which focused more on Lilia than on Malleus; it was done on purpose since Malleus is often “forgotten” by others, so I wanted even the writing itself to follow that).

#Malleus Draconia #notes from the writing raven #feedback for the writing raven #swept under the nest

[sariahsue]

A Cat of Their Own - Ch 10

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"Sounds like a purr-fect plan, My Lady," Adrien said.

It was only a few days until Christmas, and Ladybug had grabbed Serena's phone to tell him all about her idea for a present exchange. They'd meet on Christmas day just after nightfall and swap gifts instead of doing a patrol. "I already have presents for all three of you!" Adrien said.

Ladybug laughed. "Mama and Papa picked your gift out last month. It's so awful. You'll love it."

Adrien lay on his back on the couch, Mandarin exercises long forgotten. His papers and calligraphy brushes were scattered on the table in front of him.

He smiled to himself as he listened to her. She hadn't called because she had a question for him, or to play video games. She'd had an idea that she wanted to talk about. She just wanted to talk to him.

A knock interrupted them, and Adrien quickly told her not to say anything and tossed the phone next to him facedown.

"Come in!" he called.

Nathalie strode in, announced that he was needed in Gabriel's office, and walked out again. Her eyes never left the tablet she had in her hand. It was amazing that she never crashed into anything.

Adrien sighed loud enough for Ladybug to hear and picked up the phone. "It's probably something terrible again."

"It's probably just another photoshoot," she said sympathetically. "A final push for the Christmas rush?" It was amazingly normal to have her so casually talk about details from his personal life. She knew about his modeling job, and when he had piano lessons, and when he was worried about a test at school. What was better was that she knew all this because she wanted to know, and had taken the time to be aware of the things happening in his life. That was the part that he still was getting used to, but it was also his favorite.

"They'd never get the photos edited and printed in time. It's got to be something worse." He looked down at the papers around him. "Like I'll have to learn Hungarian now."

"You never know. It could be something fun, like juggling! I heard it's the next new thing."

"I already know how to juggle," he said, shuffling all the papers into a neat pile and putting them back into the bright red folder.

"You do?" she asked. "What am I saying? Of course you do."

"I stand by my statement that it's probably something terrible. I'm probably going to have to be homeschooled again."

"No, it's probably learning basket weaving. You don't know that one yet, right? A valuable skill," she said.

"I don't know baseball yet."

"No one plays baseball," she said. "Maybe he's firing some of your tutors and giving you three free nights a week!"

"Ha. I wish. He's going to make me move to Milan or something crazy."

"No, not that! I'd miss you!"

Adrien wasn't sure what was nicer, the fact that she'd said it or the fact that she didn't even attempt to cover it up after she'd said it. Their relationship had definitely changed since she'd found out. At first, she'd been anxious whenever they met on patrol or to fight an akuma, and she'd been quieter during their game nights for the first week, but he was grateful that she'd never cancelled them. After that, things had gotten better. She would call him just to talk, and they'd talk for hours. She complained less about sharing personal details. And, most bizarrely, she laughed at his jokes a lot more. He wasn't sure what that was about.

"Well, you shouldn't keep him waiting," she said with a sigh. That was another odd thing. She seemed to be sad when they had to stop talking or go home after patrol. (He didn't dare to hope… but then again, she had always made it hard not to hope.)

"Yeah. When he needs me, he usually needs me in his office right then and not a second later."

"Well... I have to go help out now anyway. Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Absolutely." Like he'd ever say no to that request.

"Oh, good. Bye, Adrien."

"Bye."

She didn't often call him that, preferring the nickname of "Kitty," like she always had through their whole partnership. Very rarely she would call him by his civilian name when they were masked. He'd realized very quickly that he loved it when she did, and that while he was masked was his favorite time to be called by his real name. It was like she was saying, I see you, I know you, both of you, all of you, and I care about all of you.

When the phone call was over and his papers were straightened, he couldn't find any other reason to delay reporting to his father, so he trudged out of his room and down the hallway. Bright light drenched the other end of the hall where a large window showed a snowy Sunday afternoon. Inside the mansion, Christmas decorations were finally going up, even though there were only a few days left until Christmas.

Adrien knocked hesitantly and showed himself in. Gabriel stood at his podium, swiping through whatever designs were on the computer's display and not sparing his son a glance.

"Nathalie said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes," Gabriel said absently. The inside of this room looked the same as it always did, not a Christmas decoration in sight. Adrien kept his eyes away from the picture of his mother.

"I have some business that I need to take care of over the next few weeks," Gabriel said, "so I will be gone for the entire vacation."

"Gone?" Adrien asked, spirits sinking. That sounded even worse than last year, when his father had at least made an appearance. But to schedule business on Christmas on purpose? Who did that?

"Yes, and most of the staff will have time off, so that leaves you."

"You aren't taking me with you?"

"I thought you would be happier here," Gabriel said.

Adrien knew it was code for, "I don't have a purpose for you, so why would I bring you? So you could be in my way?" And with the rest of the staff gone, Adrien would probably be confined to the house.

"I've decided," Gabriel continued, "to cancel your lessons and photoshoots for the entire vacation, as well. Most of the tutors and photographers requested time off for the holiday."

Well, there went his only hope of human contact for the whole vacation. In-person contact, anyway. He was sure Tim, Serena, and Ladybug would let him call.

"And I'm going to let you make your own arrangements for the week."

"Arrangements?" Adrien asked, confused. Of course he would get to make his own plans if he were home alone. Sit next to the tree, wait for patrol, play video games by himself, wait for patrol some more.

"Yes. It would be irresponsible of me to leave you in the house alone by yourself all week, so you may decide where you will be staying for the holiday."

Adrien looked at his father, completely floored. He had to have misunderstood. There had to be some type of misunderstanding or a catch or something. His father would never give him free reign to decide something like that.

"Just so we're clear, I can stay at whoever's house I want? For the whole week?"

"Yes," Gabriel said.

"I could stay with Nino if I wanted?"

Gabriel's lip twitched, but he gave no other outward appearance of annoyance. "If his family is fine with it, yes. You can even stay with Nino."

Adrien would have to scrape his jaw off the floor at this rate. There was no way that he was being given a Christmas present this wonderful.

"Thank you, Father!" Adrien raced across the room and threw his arms around Gabriel before bolting back out the door and to his room. He would ask Nino first thing at school tomorrow morning. Plans for what they would do together started forming in his mind. He was so excited that he even forgot to call Ladybug back and tell her the news.

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As Adrien walked up the school steps and into the building the next morning, his eyes scanned the crowd for Nino, but Marinette found him first.

"Hey!" she said brightly. "You look distracted. Everything going okay?"

"Yeah, fine," he said, looking over her head.

His friendship with Marinette had started changing recently, ever since he'd given her that hug the day she was upset. At first, she'd been distant toward him, going so far as to break up their study group and avoid him at school, and he thought he'd messed everything up. But a few weeks later, she must have gotten over whatever had been bothering her, because their friendship was suddenly back and stronger than ever. She never stuttered around him anymore and was generally more happy and open.

He'd asked her about the stuttering thing only once. All it accomplished was making her flustered and embarrassed, and she'd started stuttering her apologies, but hadn't explained. He'd never asked about it again.

"Are you sure you're not distracted?" she said, the hint of a smile on her face.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because that's the fourth time I've asked you that question."

"Oh, uh, sorry."

Marinette didn't seem offended, just amused.

"I got some good news, and I was looking for Nino."

"He's in the classroom already. Probably pretending not to be holding hands with Alya or something."

"Thanks!" Adrien said, and he sprinted away before she could reply. They were only one hallway away from their room, so he risked running the whole way. He could hear Marinette's quick footsteps close behind him.

Alya was sitting in his seat when Adrien arrived, chatting to Nino and laughing.

"Nino!" Adrien said, not out of breath. (It would take more than sprinting down one hallway to wind him, considering all the running around Paris that he did.) "I need to tell you something!"

"I guess that's my cue," Alya said, picking up her backpack and standing.

"Oh, sorry, Alya. I didn't-"

"No biggie. Class'll be starting soon anyway. Mari!" She waved toward the door, but Adrien didn't watch Marinette enter the room.

Adrien slid into his seat as the girls' chairs scraped behind him. "Can I stay with your family for Christmas? Father is going to be away, but he said I didn't have to do my normal lessons, and the staff are all taking time off, so he said I could stay... wherever..." Nino looked down at the table. "Wherever I wanted," Adrien finished lamely.

"I'm sorry, dude. We're visiting family in Morocco. Leaving after school on Tuesday. I mean..." He adjusted his hat uncomfortably.

"Oh, it's okay," Adrien said, trying to hide his disappointment for Nino's sake. He'd forgotten all about that.

"I can see if we can get another ticket for you."

"Nah, it's fine, man. I just thought it would be fun, but it's not a big deal. Maybe next year." It was one thing to invite himself over to Nino's house for the holiday. He knew their whole family. Crashing a family reunion with a bunch of strangers was something totally different. And it would be next to impossible to find tickets this close to the holiday anyway.

Nino apologized again before turning to the open notebook on his desk.

Adrien looked around the rest of the room to distract himself from the burning disappointment. Alya was absorbed with her phone, but Marinette glanced up at him briefly, a strange glint in her eye. Had she overheard all that? If she had, she didn't say anything, just grabbed Alya's attention and started talking about last night's homework. Adrien turned back around.

With Nino unable to take him in, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He didn't know anyone else in the class well enough to impose his company on them for a family holiday. Except maybe Chloe, and she was vacationing in the Bahamas with her mother all month, thank goodness.

Behind him, Marinette gave a breathless laugh. He could stay with Marinette, if she invited him. He wasn't comfortable inviting himself to her place like he had with Nino. Marinette though... if she invited him over, that would be okay.

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Marinette piled her things into her bag at the end of the day, carefully avoiding Adrien's pitiful gaze. He'd been trying to catch her eye since first period. And she thought she knew what it was about. She marched out of the classroom, one mission on her mind.

"Mama," she said a few minutes later as she burst through the bakery doors. Her father was singing loudly in the kitchen. The smell of peppermint and fresh bread hung in the air.

"Just a minute, Marinette," Sabine said, handing an order to a customer and greeting the next one in line.

Marinette waited, her fingers drumming on the gleaming countertop. This wasn't something that she wanted anyone overhearing. Tom came out, wiping flour off his hands, and waved to the last of the customers as they left.

"Do you remember how Cat Noir was out last year on Christmas?"

"Of course," Sabine said. "He was out looking for Adrien along with everyone else, wasn't he?"

"I don't think so." They waited for her to elaborate, but when she didn't, they didn't press for details. "Anyway, I don't think he has anywhere to go for Christmas this year. Could you ask him if that's true?" It was. She knew it was. But maybe she could change that. They could have an extra patrol maybe? She shifted her weight from foot to foot. That wouldn't be enough, would it? She wasn't sure.

Tom pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I'll call."

"Marinette, dear," Sabine said, "don't say anything, please."

"Why not?" Tikki nudged her hip through the purse, so Marinette grabbed a cookie and handed it in, aware of the people passing by on the street, looking in through the wide windows.

"Because he might give a different answer if he knows you're listening."

Marinette bristled. "He's always honest with me!" She looked over at the phone laying flat in her father's hand. It was on its second ring.

"But he doesn't like to make you worry about him."

Cat Noir's, Adrien's, voice rang clear through the bakery. Marinette's eyes darted to the windows, hoping no customers were about to walk in. No one was there. The worry didn't really distract her from the guilt of eavesdropping on his conversations for the second time that day. At least the first time he'd known about it.

"Got any plans for the holiday, Cat?" Tom asked without much preamble. "We know you were out and about on your own last year."

"We just wanted to make sure you had someone to spend the holiday with this time," Sabine said.

Marinette bit her lip.

"Oh," Cat Noir said slowly, clearly surprised by the question. "Yeah, it's totally fine. My friends are all travelling, so I'll be at home. It'll be nice."

Marinette made a face and shook her head. How often did he lie for her benefit? Was it only when he was upset? (She hated that he was upset.)

Tom nodded, a sad smile on his face, though Adrien wasn't able to see. "You know Ladybug doesn't like it when you lie, son."

A long stretch of silence followed on Cat Noir's end, before he finally said quietly, "Really, it's fine. You don't have to worry about me."

"We worry," Sabine said.

"It's fine! I'm a superhero. I'm sworn to protect civilians like you. It's my job to worry about you, not the other way around."

"You're still very young," Sabine said, speaking to Cat Noir, but looking right at Marinette to know she was included. "And we care about you deeply. Of course we're going to worry about you. We worry all the time, because we want to make sure you're happy and safe."

"We just wish there were more we could do for you," Tom added.

Marinette gave them both a thumbs up sign. She would bet her sewing machine that Adrien had needed that message today. He'd looked so sad after realizing he wouldn't be staying with Nino and had no one to spend the holiday with. It had been soul-crushing to watch.

"Thanks," Cat Noir said, voice breaking up. "It means-" He stopped to clear his throat. "That means a lot to me. Bye."

Marinette wanted very much to go over to the Agreste mansion and either hug Adrien or slap Gabriel, but another, better idea was forming in her mind, one that would fix everything. One that would distract her from the burning in the corners of her eyes.

"Okay. There is no way I'm letting my kitty be so miserable for another Christmas," she told her parents. "Here's the plan."

Read Chapter 11 (the last one!) here

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Author’s note: Forgot to upload yesterday, sorry! This is the second-to-last chapter!

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