#anyway yeah here are the boys enjoy

[not-the-blue]

back on my I Robot bullshit

#my art #i robot #asimov #Powell and Donovan #Gregory Powell #michael donovan #greg powell #mike Donovan #art advice- get yourself a girl who is great at colors and can help you #anyway yeah here are the boys enjoy #ponovan

[kindlythevoid]

(Here is the link to the recipe:)

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

#I did it!!! #I hope it looks okay #I used canva #anyway here is Jonathan's instagram #i'm getting all my pictures from pinterest #but I'm also pretending that everything else is the same #that it's still set in 1897 #except instead of a journal he's posting on instagram #that is literally the only change #excuse me while I get settled in writing in Jonathan's voice #I hope to finish the second piece for may 4th at... some point in the future #but yeah enjoy may 3rd of dracula daily #jonathan harker my boy #jonathan harker's insta #dracula daily #dracula #just yelling into the void #kiki does dracula daily

[josephslittledeputy]

G... Gale..;....???

#he really said 'ill show you what that tongue do' #BOY #im thoroughly enjoying his romance so far #him and astarion have honestly been a tie for me idk which one i like more #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #gale dekarios #still silent as a winter night on here but ill come back soon! been adjusting to loving life again & getting stuff done #i can finally make phone calls again without having min 10 anxiety attacks :3 like fr i havent made a phone call in years??? always made #my partner do it for me. but one month into lexapro and ive been able to make all the calls! its honestly so wonderful #anyway nobody asked i know i know but yeah

[finnpeach]

Hunt

(T/HRONE OF GLAS$ SPOILERS AHEAD! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PAST Q/UEEN OF SHADOW$ BE WARNED!)

My love for R/owan is boundless, and the series would be infinitely better if he was sick.

This is a multi-part fic of A/elin and R/owan training on a mountain and YEAH! HE HAS A COLD!

not much sneezing yet but it will come I promise

likes comments reblogs always loved and giggled over <3

****

Aelin stalks through the underbrush with lethal silence. Leaves covered with dew from the early morning mist streak across her face, dotting her cheeks. Her prey, a mountain hare the size of her head, nibbles on the sparse grass a few yards away.

She knocks her arrow, slipping in a breath. She can’t wait to see the look on Rowan’s face when she brings back a hare this size. Slowly, she pulls the bowstring back, kissing against her face. The hare turns, startled, breaths coming fast. Now or never–

“hh’rZzSHHh’uh!” 

Aelin gasps at the sound that echoes around the mountain. It cracks like a whip, scaring even the crows nesting in trees. The hare takes off and she desperately releases the arrow after her prey. The point finds its home in the thick trunk of a tree rather than the soft neck of the hare.

There goes breakfast. Her stomach growls pitifully. Seething, she rises from the brush and goes to retrieve her arrow. 

Five minutes later, Aelin stalks back to the makeshift camp she and Rowan had assembled the night before. The Fae prince had forced her to run from the castle to these distant mountains, shifting in and out of her Fae form to master control, where he then informed her they would be camping for a week out in the elements. And she was to hunt their every meal in between training.

It was a pathetic time, especially with the rain that has settled across the mountain. Damp and cold to her bones, Aelin approaches their campsite. Rowan, appearing much drier than she, sits by the fire she had sparked earlier that morning. He looks oddly run down, like he hadn’t slept much the night before.

Aelin is sure he hadn’t. The mountains were too misty to sleep outside without waking up damp, so they had packed just one tent to keep their baggage light. Lying beside Rowan, last night she had been the private audience to his tossing and turning, grumbling, and finally his snoring. 

“You fucking bastard. You scared off breakfast,” she hisses as she approaches, throwing her bow and bundle of arrows down by the tent. Rowan does not look up from the dagger he cleans in his hands.

“And how – snf! – pray tell, did I scare breakfast from here?” He grumbles. Aelin catches the way he sniffles thickly, his nostrils twitching up with the force of it.

She drops her satchel, full of only a bundle of pathetic berries.  “You sneezed.” She tries not to give in the warmth that pools in her lower stomach at the memory of the sound. It’s the first time she had ever heard him sneeze, and she was not disappointed. “For someone so keen on silence, I expected you’d know how to sneeze more quietly.”

Rowan doesn’t even grace her taunting with a reply, or a snarl. He just continues rubbing a cloth down the length of his dagger. Strange. He must be feeling really tired if he didn’t bother to punish her for such a remark. 

She sits down across from the fire, on a log they’d rolled over so they didn’t sit on wet grass. Feigning interest in destemming the berries she’d picked, she studies him through the crackling flames. 

His white hair is loose around his shoulders, creating a curtain that shields the dark tattoo running along his tan face. The tips of his Fae ears poke out just behind the white strands. After weeks of training with him, sleeping out in the elements beside him, she’s learned that he prefers to tie his hair up. It’s so rare to see him with it down.

“More hand to hand combat training today, or magic training?” She asks, breaking the silence that is only marred by the crackling flames.

Rowan sets the dagger aside. “Your job was to hunt. And since you still haven’t caught anything, your job is still to hunt.” He settles his sharp green eyes on her, brows set. If he didn’t piss her off so much, she might actually tremble under his gaze.

She raises her palms in defeat. “Fine, fine. But if you sneeze and scare off my prey again, I won’t be sharing the catch with you.” Even if she’d very much like for him to sneeze again, she’d rather eat first.

In one swoop, she picks up her bow and arrows and satchel again before setting off. With her Fae senses, she could scent a herd of deer in the southwest. Now that would show Rowan. Perhaps she’d bring back a buck, and spear him with its antlers.

As soon as she leaves the camp, nearly out of earshot, she hears the same thunderstrike from before. Perhaps Rowan had been waiting for her to leave.

“hhzjHSHHhieWw!”

A shiver runs down her spine as more startled crows caw in the trees.

****

Two hours later, Aelin returns with a small doe slung across her shoulders.

It’s mid afternoon. She had been lucky a herd was still grazing so late in the morning down by the clearing. She’d been even luckier that Rowan had either gotten his sneezing under control, or learned how to be quiet, because nothing had startled her catch this time.

“Lunch,” she declares to Rowan, dropping the deer to the grass. He hasn’t moved from his spot by the fire. “Is served.”

“It was supposed to be– snf! Breakfast,” he mutters, reaching the dagger at his side from earlier. His voice sounds dulled, like he’s congested.

Aelin rolls her eyes. “Well, it’s not like you helped. And I got us a catch to last us days.” She pats the stomach of the doe proudly. It isn’t very old – there’s still a sprinkling of fawn spots across her back. Aelin feels a twang of guilt for not singling out an older one.

Rowan pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing through his mouth. Aelin hardly has time to prepare before he jerks down towards his crotch, a light mist spraying across his trousers.

“hiHh–... yHhZzSHhhyuu!” A familiar, rushing heat spreads through Aelin’s gut. She swallows, watching as he rubs his nose on his wrist and glares up at her. Is he going to get mad at her for his sneezing?

Rowan chooses not to comment on it, something Aelin is secretly grateful for. “You were– snf! instructed to catch something small. We’re moving camp this afternoon.” He angles the pommel of the dagger towards her.

“What?!”

“Rain is coming tonight and will flood this area. I told you this morning. And now you’ve wasted a young doe’s life.”

A flame of rage flickers to life inside her chest. This is all his fault. “Well, I wouldn’t have wasted jack-shit if you hadn’t ruined my catch earl–”

“Aelin,” he growls, a no-nonsense sound. The tips of his canines poke past his lips. Aelin shuts up immediately. 

He stands, crossing the camp in two strides, and shoves the pommel of the knife against her stomach. She glares beneath his gaze. “You missed the catch because you did not act fast enough. Now you can either carry the doe across the mountain, or… hhH—!” His breath snags, eyes looking off into the distance for a split second. Aelin’s heart hammers in her chest.

He quickly recovers and sniffs again, much to her disappointment, and focuses his gaze on her. “Or you can leave it and realise you wasted a young animal’s life for your pride.” 

Before she can retort, he turns on his heel and she offers a middle finger to his large, muscular back. 

As if sensing her, he says over his shoulder, “And– sNf!– pack up the tent.”

#hey I didn't proof read this im just posting blind #I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM #I can't wait to make him snz more #anyway lets hope no vanillas find this bc I will shoot myself in the fucking face <3 #if you're a vanilla KEEP SCROLLING NOTHHING TO SEE HERE!!! OKAY!!!!M #you know im serious ab keeping it in this community when I put goddamn slashes in the names lmfao #normally I don't care #but I do not want anyone finding this and making me feel weirtd #weird* #anyway #ENJOY! this will probably be a 2 parter #2.5 if you include the fight scene #but mmm yeah lemme know what y'all think if there's anything you wanna see #THE MATCHA FIC IS COMING I PROMISE! I WONT LET THOSE BOYS DIE! #hey guys did you notice how I actually write out the curse words and don't write vulgar gesture every 2 paragraphs nor do I write the word #marked #WHY DOES SHE DO THAT #she ought to take notes #oh and a/elin has the fet. obviously. what else would she have

[ramayantika]

It took me these many years to figure out that YES I am an introvert, and I can comfortably talk to anyone anytime if I WANT TO and make it seem as effortless than the general perception of introverts to be shaking at the thought of having a conversation with a new person or maybe even with a known circle of people

#samridhi speaks #sooooo people from my class ask my roommates that why don't I talk much #but I am plainly bored of the same old topics to discuss and I could care less about the latest boys hostel mischief #I do enjoy the banter but God not every conversation has to be about the couples in our class and their activities or what the boys did #after they were high #I still give out a mysterious vibe lol and I accept it #none of them will never know of the things I do #AMD THE BIGGEST SURPRISE TO THEM IS WHEN I ACTUALLY MAKE A CONVERSATION AND THEY FIND OUT THAT THIS GIRL CAN TALK #lAUGH ANC BE ENTERTAINING #BUT UH UH MY ENERGY IS NOT FOR YOU ALL TO EXHAUST WITH MINDLESS TOPICS #YEAH VERY LAAL JHANDA OF ME I KNOW I GUESS SO BUT YEAH I ANYWAY NEVER EVEN BELONGED HERE SO-

[edwardwonghaupepelutivrusky4th]

technically if it's not simmered in the champagne region of france it's a sparkling best boy friend

#you see actually this is an ingeniously relevant caption b/c of the concept of Authentic food tying into the film's main themes re culture #Clearly impeccable lol....anyway here's me using this blog as like a tumblr hosted imgur #also just now in the shower it occurred to me the parallels / overlaps with My Big Fat Greek Wedding. obviously also v different but #so your family & by extension their culture aren't the Normal & your father especially holds on to this distinction #& you don't just want to work at the family business forever & then you meet a nice boy & there's no problem there he's just nice #except then how to reconcile this with your relationship w/your family & your culture & thus also your identity btw.... #anyways how about that uhh #elemental #elemental 2023 #pixar elemental #ember lumen #wade ripple #fanart #always a time & a half trying to decide how to tag these kinds of titles. but somehow i survive #it's really a testament to the so precisely captured Cuteness of wade's design that it's like; trying to just do a shadow of it justice lol #it's So good. definitely went for the like expressive wobbliness...the wavy smile is just thee perfect detail all thee time. ugh #giving both of them that Flow while also ember is pointier & has the whole luminosity element....the chefs are kissing #love the Relationship when it's like yeah it's easy to make it agonizing when it's like ya both people have fun & like each other & enjoy #being together & find the relationship enriching & motivating...you Are a cute couple / again that the conflict isn't really even like ooh #will the won't they as a question of if they really like each other; & Definitely not a question of [these ppl hate each other actually] lo #like me saying i like romcoms sometimes when it Does mostly mean i'll watch mybigfatgreekwedding 500x in a row. it's on youtube btw #then you watch some random other romcom & it's psychological torture. random xmas romcomdram like gave me a headache fr.... #anyways really liked this film really had a great time i'm def gonna see it again soon #i loved both these characters & their relationship & the Elemental manifestation of Culture is really inchtaraesting #plus other metaphorical resonance ppl find...physical disability; queer experiences.... #it was also fun b/c their interacting & their arcs w/each other having that mutual Effect & Change from their dynamic was like #that also just feels like both of them / their relationship = my relationship with myself &/or both how i interact w/the world/anyone #definitely always describing myself in ways like ''i never x except for when i do always; readily'' like Crying for sure lol. I'm Both.... #probably a bit more wade? within Myself; by this point lol. i feel like maybe i'm the wade w/someone i'm more comfortable around #but that otherwise i probably come across more emberesque. usually. except for when it's the opposite except for when it's not lmao etc!!!!

[b4kuch1n]

I'm not gonna screenshot it bc 1/it really doesn't matter that much and 2/the person who made the comment is a kid but: a while ago I made a comic that's supposed to be a genuine study and reinterpretation of someone else's sprite comic (made in the spirit of authenticity too - to recreate the vibes of the sprite comics from that era, iirc very specifically because it's funny) and I got a comment on that comic's post that's like "glow up"

which is a compliment obvs. and the commenter probably didn't mean anything by it, it's a common expression. but I've been trying to find a way to gracefully put that comment away ever since it appeared lol

I just very much don't want my art to be taken as trying to one-up someone else's art when that's not the piece's intention. especially when the piece that inspired my art is perceived as "low effort" or "shitpost" or stuff like that. I did mention in the tags of that post that my considering it a study is entirely genuine, and I can legitimately write pages about the cool stuff I find in it other than and inherent in the haha funneys, but that's not for you guys that's for me. I just think that approaching art competition-first like that is a miserable way to do it, and (tipping into overthinking here if the whole tiny-comment-got-stuck-in-my-brain-for-almost-a-month part hasn't given that away yet lol) I really don't want that to be the takeaway from my own art. at least generally. if I actually think the source material is trash and what I'm doing is genuinely categorically better I'd just come out and say it lmao

#bakuspeech #yeah it's the darkhog sprite comic #honestly I don't love comments that put my art and other artists' art in a hierarchy in general. wherever my art lands on that scale #especially when it comes to character writing and trans 'representation' #which like. idk man I'm writing One character. he's NOT gonna be The Trans Experience. he's gonna be one character. #but yeah I'd guess I'm writing it all out in a post bc it's not really a race that anyone opts in #I don't actively participate but by virtue of how my art is perceived I just end up on the scale anyway #so uh. I'm suggesting that we do not bring the scale into my house at all lmao #there's also the like. Don't Yuck My Yum guideline of looking at art that's like #I like the things I'm aping! most of the times! if I don't say it's shit and I'm drawing stuff from it usually that means I like it lol #and then you kinda come in like wow what you're doing here is better than the thing you like. and it's not like yknow. #really anything. it's extremely trivial comparatively. but you are in fact yucking my yum there #tldr please try not to think abt art u like vs art u don't as ''better'' or ''worse'' and #have grace for the things that don't please u personally. anyways I'm omw to finishing the frog now. just need to fell all the seams down #and put that boy in da spinner for a ride. and then it can live in a gift bag until the day #I really enjoy holding it actually... maybe after this one I'll make something else. tbh slick stretchy fabrics are superior to fuzzy fabri #doesn't pill And cooler to touch. stuffed toys for the subtropical population #I'll get a combilation of pics once the thing's at its new home. but for now. we must finish the job

[orcelito]

I'm probably too much of a vashwood shipper to ever write a trigun fic without them dating, BUT ALSO I really do love vashmeryl so fuckin much. Obviously the solution to this would be to write polygun so I can have the best of both cakes AND ALSO merylmilly AND ALSO wolfwood with the girls. See there's literally no losing.

If only my writing energy wasn't so goddamned limited lol

#speculation nation #itnl is technically pre-polygun but vash is too busy focusing on wolfwood to worry about that rn #the fun little secret for ppl who follow me on here is that i do intend for there to be an itnl sequel fic where it ends up with polygun #so main fic will just be vw but the sequel... Oh Yeah. #and thus me sprinkling in hints and groundwork. to be capitalized on Later. #for now itnl is just a vw fic so ppl who dont care for polygun can still enjoy it #but in the sequel... well it will be very self indulgent. #i say itnl is a vw fic (AND IT WILL BE...) but also romance kinda isnt the main focus of it anyways 😂 #it's a drama and action fic with a major component of handling grief and moving on #Plus some romance. but boy will it be complicated. #anyways. polygun. gotta love em. very near and dear to my heart. #itnl shit #I Suppose lol. given that i talked about it enough in the tags lol

[silverselfshippingchaos]

Pairing: Ash (self-insert)/Basch fon Ronsenburg

Word Count: Almost 800.

Warnings: suggestive if you squint, literally just them making out, takes place a year after the game, vague ff12 spoilers

Synopsis: Unfortunately so, not even being a married woman could save Ash from the responsibility of being the Flame of Rabanastre. And yet, in times of peace, the distance between her and her husband felt farther than ever. With enough nagging from her friends and comrades, Ash takes the journey to reunite with her husband. And clearly, her knight in shining armor missed her just as much as she missed him.

The Arcadian silks are smooth and soft against Ash's bare back as she lies down against the back, letting Basch climb on top of her with ease. Ash makes herself comfortable against the cushioned pillows. Her hair was down, a halo of black curls that Basch had been so eager to feel once again. After all, it wasn't often they had time for themselves since the war ended, so all the time they had together was savored.

Ash's hands grasp at the sheets,

"Now these... These are nice."

"Aren't they?"

Basch's voice is deep and rough, and it's clear that the last thing he's focused on is the look of the damn sheets.

"You look beautiful with the red as your canvas."

Ash could never get enough of him, and she never planned to. The ring on her finger was but a physical representation of a promise that was always there, even when Basch was behind bars for two years. Still, despite it all, Ash thinks to herself that she was the luckiest woman in all of Ivalice to have such a view all to herself.

Ash humors his words with a soft smirk. Her fingers trail up from the red, silken sheets up his arm. Her touch is gently, her nails just dragging along his scarred skin and muscle to eventually rest her hand upon his cheek. She takes a moment to truly admire him.

They were older now, so much older than they were when they meet, but blue-gray eyes like a perfect storm always stayed the same. His hair was shorter now, in an attempt to look like someone who he never truly was. To the world, Basch was dead. To her, Basch was her life.

"It is rather exquisite bedding... Though I would expect nothing less from the Emperor's loyal protector."

Through the thin, white curtains blowing softly from the window, there was little but the moonlight illuminating them. Ash liked it that way—It reminded her of old times. Nothing but them and the sand beneath the stars, the sounds of quiet gasps and whispers of love the only thing either of them could care about. Archades wasn't the deserts she called home, but Basch's arms were home enough.

A flame needs a spark, and that's exactly what he was to her.

Ash leans her head back with a soft moan as her partner kisses her neck. If this is what happened whenever she got out of Rabanastre for a month, perhaps she had better become Archadia's Flame instead, always within arms reach of her loyal knight.

Basch leans in to pepper kisses along Ash's jaw, the poke of his short beard a contrast to the soft, feather-like touches of his lips.

Ash can feel him chuckle,

"I am much more than that, my lady. Allow me to show you."

They had been lovers for years, friends for even longer. It's not heated passion or lust that brought them together on that quiet night in the castle, but rather the feeling of two lovers reuniting. And Ash has no complaints.

There is nothing quick or hungry about the way Basch kisses her. Basch does not just kiss her. Basch worships Ash. Her body is one that he knows all too well. It was one that he had known when he was so much more than the man he was now, one that he had known whenever he was held in chains in Nalbina, and one that he had known in the hot, Dalmascan nights that left him red and exhausted.

Every inch of her is something that he knows so intimately, so he takes his time kissing her, feeling her as if to memorize her with his lips once more.

How could she? She had spent so many nights in Rabanastre dreaming night and day about her husband's arms only to realize that, as always, the real thing is so much better. Basch's lips trail down to her clavicle, kissing and sucking soft bruises that he knew Ash loved. The sweet melody of her breath and soft whispers of I love you only serving as motivation for him to continue. After all, it was a knight's job to serve his lady.

His hand trails to the side to meet hers, their fingers interlocking in a way that only affirmed the belief that, yes, they truly were made for each other. Ash simply closes her eyes and sighs, basking in the feeling.

Perfect in every single way is what Basch was to her.

#guysss i finisheddd #ash rambles 💚 #my desert flower 🥀 #hehe enjoy! i really like this one! #selfship writing #f/o x s/i #f/o community #also while I'm here lol proship dni #self insert #selfship community #literally what other tags do i use... #anyways yeah feel free to rb this if you want hehe! #ash writes 💚✌️ #me x the boys #<- using that tag for organization's sake. this blog needs a rework #i have since realized i like shipping with women too #anyways i got sidetracked #heres ash and b.asch smooching it out! good for them! they enjoy the night a lot #theyre in love your honor!

[tallfroggieart]

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

—

(Happy birthday, @thesebattlescarsarebeautiful ily)

#the witcher #radovid #radovid v of redania #THIS BOY IS 17 #FRIENDLY REMINDER #I think it’s very important to consider the fact that he is so young #like my man was 12 when he first became king #*12* #what were you doing when you were twelve?? I was in middle school being sad and sorta useless not leading an ENTIRE FUCKING COUNTRY #anyway radovid was abused and taken advantage of and yeah he did a lot of bad shit HOWEVER #keep in mind that he is quite literally Just Some Kid #yadda yadda here’s some art #and once again happy birthday Meda I hope you enjoy himbs #tarot #tarot art #tarot design #my art #art #the witcher 3 #tw3 #the witcher 2 #tw2

[kindlythevoid]

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Next.

#not much?? happened in this chapter?? #so yeah here are just a bunch of hashtag aesthetic pictures #oh shit i forgot about hashtags #yeah those might make an appearance in later chapters #we'll see tho #i'm only two days late woo hoo! XD #yeah may 8th may also be... l8 #bad pun sorry not sorry #kudos to whoever finds the secret story #sorry no recipe guys ): #for some reason we can't find any servants?? #very distressing #anyway enjoy~ #jonathan harker's insta #jonthan harker my boy #dracula #dracula daily #kiki does dracula daily

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Wow I love asshole gay people (things have ALIGNED in the ASTRAL PLANE and Pav is WATCHING SOMETHING?? 🤯)

#Yeah it’s the scott pilgrim anime adaptation~ #I actually did see the film originally when I was like nine? I enjoyed the nerd vibes and completely missed ALL the subtext lmao #It was also one of my first experiences of Canada as a concept other than South Park (especially the SP Bigger Longer and Uncut film #which I ALSO was certainly too young for) #It’s kind of funny now having a friend who is actually from the mythical land of Canada 😂 Hi V #BUT ANYWAYS THIS ADAPTATION IS GREAT #Yeah it went bonkers off the rails but I’ve told you guys I LOVE it when the plot feels like it’s just snorted 30 grams of cocaine #Episode 5 is going to live in my head forever. I was howling. Mock documentaries are already a fav trope but that was on another level #I love Wallace too. Homosexual icon. I really do have a soft spot for asses with a charming veneer to them #It’s what I love so much abt soren fe too #I have yet to see how Inigo will spell himself out on the page but I think he’s mellowed out compared to his roots #His game needs some more spice. character. nuance. You don’t quite get it in wafty daydreams 🤔 #But from one tangent to another: I swear the next batch of head children whenever they come NEED to have just the silliest of times #YHNN was kind of locked in from the start— the inspiration was THE tragic musically-inclined anime of all time #And younger me just had some strange fascination with suffering and dystopia. So Sad LadsTM it was #But crack-fic is my thing and boy do I want it in my house. carnally #just pav things #Sry for disappearing for 4 days I forgot I actually have to reblog stuff on here 😅😂 I’m alive.

[our-inspire-verse]

I like having my name again. Petrikov. Idk. It's definitely me, like. A lot. I dont feel much attachment to a lot around me, i think that's what I've been trying to communicate. "Existing is hard" ... when you ... haven't existed before, in this realm, with these people, but your body has. It remembers what you cant, and something in you holds the memory... but. It also wasn't you. It was... something Else . I'm not sure. I just wish i could focus on these books we got. They seem so cool.

I'm glad im starting to make friends for MYSELF. Coworker knows who i am, i have an online friend, i think even my brothers know I'm around. Or. That musta been Finn. Idk.

Feels good though! Im figureing. It out.

#simon petrikov #yeah im having fun watching people mess with my gender on here #im the misgendered wizard. its fun i actually enjoy it a bit? maybe that comes from havibg femme alters or. beign misgendered by customers #who knows. my gender is silly and all over anyway. for sure my body is. i am super transgender that affects it. boydyke like mitten but as #boy tbh. like im .im pretty sure he him. anyway #identity #system babbles #actually plural #fictive #adventure time #fionna and cake

[yolowritter]

A Case of Ladybug Luck Chapter 6

Marinette’s bedroom was dark and empty. Oh. She wasn’t here. Somehow, Chat had forgotten. His night vision helped him see inside, and…the room itself looked dead. Like all the warmth had gone along with Mari, wherever she might be. He noticed her cellphone, dropped on the floor. The cardboard box where she hid her creations was tipped over, empty. The dollhouse was in shambles. On her bed, a book of some kind. He couldn’t make out the color, but its exterior was hard. It was also in shreds, and wet beyond belief. Every single page was in tatters, and their remains had been nearly dissolved by the pool of water it was laying it. He thought…he thought it might be her diary. Mari must have forgotten to close her skylight last night. Or maybe, it was on purpose. Chat let go of that thought, as quickly as he could. Maybe it wasn’t fair to her, but he couldn’t even envision Marinette destroying something of hers. Not something so personal, that contained all her inner thoughts. Something so personal even Chat Noir had never been allowed to read it.  

Part of him wanted to jump inside. Adrien was hit by the absence of smell. There was no batch of baked goods today, nothing for Marinette to have leftovers of, that she would bring him while jokingly complaining that he only ever came back for the food. He’d always say the company also mattered a lot to him, that he loved being around her. It never failed to make her blush, no matter how many times he repeated the line. At the time he’d teased her for supposedly still crushing on him, but now…

Chat Noir’s heart was hurting. He knew exactly where this line of thinking would lead him. Another happy memory, another something about her that he absolutely adored and couldn’t imagine living without…it would lead back to the thought that had nearly caused his brain to short circuit twice now. That she’d liked him, and that, impossibly, he’d liked her back. And just…hadn’t realized it. He may have loved her, even.

That thought brought up a barrier around the skylight. Adrien knew that he ever dared to go in there alone, not even Ladybug would be able to make him leave. Marinette was his dearest friend, his closest companion. The one who’d stuck by him, in the eye of the storm that Lila Rossi had unleashed upon them, only to be drawn into the downpour right along with him. Instead of being angry or complaining, she just smiled and promised that she would stop her, that it would all be okay. And he’d believed it with all his heart, rays of sunshine washing over them both. He had loved her with all his heart, and it took him this long to figure it out. Now Chat Noir would never get to tell her. Adrien would never get to hear her adorable stuttering again; he’d never hear her beautiful laugh as she looked at him with radiant blue eyes.

The thought made him nauseous. And tired. So very tired. Chat Noir managed to drag himself over to the chair on Marinette’s balcony, and curled up in a ball. He cried there, falling asleep as he tried to cling to the memory of Marinette’s face, smile, eyes, laugh. Her everything. Adrien slept there, never hearing his baton buzz in his ear. When the sky tore itself apart hours later, almost like Creation shared his grief, he didn’t hear the thunder cracking high above. Chat Noir cried that night, and the rain poured down relentlessly. He didn’t have an umbrella. He’d given it to Marinette. And tonight, their moon was entirely hidden away by clouds of grief.

#miraculous ladybug #ao3 fanfic #a case of ladybug luck #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #depressed catboy #can you smell the angst? #i...i'm sure he's fine #definately doesn't get sick #no way #marichat #technically #but hey it's my fave side of the love square #so i have to tag it #boy oh boy #marinette is definately dead btw #poor girl #don't worry about it #also my writing's getting better here! #whoo hoo #anyway yeah #hope you enjoy

[shilohta]

#actually perhaps I can say something about the drama #before even getting in the room: group A has all their meeting minutes online and group B hasn't posted anything more recent than last June #reading thru group A's minutes it's clear that they attempted to communicate with B. several times in fact #group B was hosting this emergency community meeting and explicitly did not invite A to be there #p sure there was someone from A anyways. in capacity as from a different group bc the community is small and people have many affiliations #(regret not talking to that person bc if they're from A I wanted to compliment their minute taking. minutes that are a pleasure to read?!) #anyways. group B is a lot more social justice focused than A (arguably but I'm not here to quibble) #and part of B's excuses for the admitted time lag in replying to A is that the Palestine issue took up so much time and energy #sure. yeah. that is understandable #HOWEVER #it positions B on the moral high ground. claims superiority of their empathy and energy over A. implies that A doesn't/ can't care as much #idk something about activist spaces makes me Ben Affleck smoking Tired #we know you're all exhausted and juggling school and this and that #but don't assume you're special in that? all of us are exhausted and juggling different things #anyways. will probably delete this later #enjoy the feisty fighting orange boys while it lasts! :)

[xx-vergil-xx]

it’s britney, bitch (hi I'm back thank you for your patience pls enjoy my hamfisted aeneid references)

#hounds #the sandman #dreamling #the sandman fic #dream of the endless #hob gadling #despair of the endless #delirium of the endless #matthew (the sandman) #the corinthian (sandman) #the gang's all here #the boys are back in town #yeah anyway I'm writing again!! #finally!! #woo!! #hope u enjoy <3 <3 <3