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icarusbuck · 2 years

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"I HAVE A WIP WHERE HE GETS CARJACKED AND FALLS ASLEEP AND CRASHES " could you share something about it please 👀

ok so this wip is actually just in the outline stage but i went and drafted the scene i started with just for u <3

Buck has to rub the grit from his eyes before scanning the labels on the shelf, and finds himself immediately drawn to the glaring red Tylenol PM; it will both relieve his pain and send him off to a dreamless sleep. He snags one of the overpriced travel bottles and makes for the counter, detouring briefly to pick up a water and plunder a push pop from the freezer.

He exits the gas station a minute later, spoils cradled in the palm of one hand while he pats down his pockets with the other. His heart skips a beat when he comes up empty, but then the door closes behind him, cutting off the soft music playing inside. The cool night air is blanketed by the soft purr of his engine idling just a few feet away, and like a spent match, the panic fizzles out in his chest.

Muttering under his breath, he hustles around to the driver's side, and resolves not to tell Eddie he left the keys in his running car.

The Jeep is frigid by the time he gets back in, and he jabs at the knobs until the air conditioning stops blasting him in the face. He's grateful for Eddie's sweatshirt now more than ever, shivering under the gas station's pale fluorescent lights.

He considers the bottle of Tylenol; by his math, he can take it now and be back in bed with time to spare by the time it kicks in, saving himself a whopping ten minutes of suffering.

"Worth it," he says to the silent radio, and tosses two pills into his mouth. He chases them down with a few mouthfuls of water and tosses both bottles into the passenger seat so he can get moving. As his tires eat up the pavement, he uses his teeth to rip off the paper seal on his popsicle, and the sickly sweet ice cream helps him forget the chalky aftertaste of the medicine.

A few minutes and several licks later, the quiet presses in, unbearable and suffocating. He tries the buttons on his steering wheel, and when nothing happens, he reaches for the dashboard controls instead.

Ear-splitting thrasher music erupts all around him, and he jumps, jerking the wheel and dropping his popsicle in one fell swoop. The Jeep lurches dangerously toward the curb, and he stomps on the brake pedal, tires slipping on asphalt. He comes to a hard stop in the middle of the lane, adrenaline flooding his veins, perking him right up. He swiftly turns the volume down to a reasonable level, and then turns it off again, his panicked breaths loud to his own ears.

He slumps back in the seat with a sigh, and then, remembering his treat, peers down at the floor mat. "Aw, man," he whines, dismayed to find his ice cream smeared across the carpet. He only has a moment to mourn the loss before—

"Keep driving," says a quiet voice, somewhere in the darkness over his right shoulder, and Buck's breath shudders to a stop.

#griffbox #this is just first draft so its not up to my usual standard but #there u go!!#s/o to beck and sun for helping me plot this bad boy #also esther for help w meds and some logistics!#tumblr why won't you let me format this correctly #griff writes

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familyagrestefanblog · 6 months

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You know, the moment where Emonette wipes away some of Badrien's make up, revealing the same black vains she has hidden away underneath her scarf and then after she tries making a wish they reach her face

That actually has some massive implications the narrative just glosses over, huh?

Emonette only looked like this AFTER she tried making the wish but the black vains already reach far into Adrien's face BEFORE that.

And the thing is, we don't even see ALL of Adrien's face underneath the make up. Just this little part.

The black vains could be all over his face and neck by now and we wouldn't know because the scene literally shows us that he's wearing very good make up covering it up. Something Marinette didn't saw the need of doing before bc it wasn't bad enough yet to go to these measures. In her case a scarf was enough.

Something that for Adrien apparently stopped being an option for quite some time before the special even started. That sure explains why Griffe Noire took the cataclysm like a champ, his body was already much more damaged than Toxinelle's and he got alarmingly used to the pain.

*sigh*

I really hate being a bitch about this because Marinette's shot here is simply beautiful and such a heartbreaking piece of story-telling. I hate that the show can't let me enjoy something like this for Marinette anymore. Man, I REALLY love that shot of hers...

But for the love of God, Miraculous. If you want to give Marinette the special treatment with the striking visuals that show how bad she's got it, PLEASE just write it accordingly.

Why are you here, giving Marinette this extremely striking visual alongside the message of "it's just a little broken, we can fix it again" after the unique event of her having tried making the wish and then only letting Toxinelle openly run around with all her black vains visible?

You just admitted in the same damn scene that Adrien has long started wearing make up to cover up his own damage marks and from what little we can see his marks at least reach as far as hers. Not to mention that Marinette looked like this after she tried making the wish, the special SHOWS that this created a big leap in how big her damage got.

Adrien already long reached that level only through using his powers. That was equivalent to her getting punished for releasing the wish-making energy.

Miraculous, why are you out here visually manipulating the viewers into thinking Emonette/ Toxinelle had it "so much worse" again than Badrien / Griffe Noire, when what you actually did was cowardly hiding Adrien's damage marks underneath make up so Marinette can get the cool and deep shots?

I'm not against Marinette getting these cinematic and striking visuals, she's the main character, I KNOW.

But would it hurt you to then actually write the story accordingly? If you want her to be the one who has it worse here then actually write it being HER who has it clear-cut worse and don't just hide away Adrien's damage and seriously implied to be bigger problems AGAIN so Marinette can get the spotlight instead.

Why is this ALWAYS happening? JUST WRITE IT, DAMN IT!

#ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #adrien agreste #marinette dupain chang #griffe noire #Toxinelle #This show is wrecking my nerves with cowardly stuff like this #Who's holding the gun on your head forcing you into writing scenarios where Adrien seemingly has it worse but it always needs to be hidden #So Marinette can get the spotlight?#If you want the viewers to perceive her case as so much worse #Then why aren't you writing it like that from the get go??#I loved that shot of hers so much f you...#sigh

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sketchyracoon · 4 months

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No matter the universe them getting together is a silly event. Hopefully emo them is safe from the timeline imploding though...

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mostmagical · 6 months

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Chapters 1/1 (1,396 words) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Emo Adrien Agreste/Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Summary:

Spoilers for ML Paris Special. . . After meeting an alternate version of himself, Adrien decides to take the first steps towards making a new friend.

Takes place immediately after Paris Special!

Read on Ao3 or under the cut!!

She was holding his hand.

After so long of being at each others’ throats, of feeling lost and lonely, the warmth of her hand in his felt like a dream. Like being pulled out of the ocean after so long drowning. Even after passing through the portal into their own world, she held on, and Adrien had trouble focussing on anything else around him. Hesperia was saying something, talking about their next moves to take down the Supreme, but the words simply passed through one ear and out the other as all he could do was stare down at where their hands were connected.

Why… Why hadn’t she let go?

His heart pounded in his chest, faster than he could ever remember it beating before. The pretty bakery girl was holding his hand, like she wanted to, as if he was more than just a stranger on the street to her. And, well, he supposed he was, considering they had been working together for months, albeit without liking each other or knowing one another at all. It was all new sensations and feelings, rushing through his body in a way that made his head swirl.

“...but we can reconvene later,” Hesperia said, on the tailend of some conversation that Adrien had missed entirely. “I think we could all use a little rest.”

Toxinelle— No, Ladybug stuck out her other hand, shaking with Hesperia as the fingers in the hand she held with Adrien’s squeezed just ever so slightly. Maybe that had been in his imagination though. “I agree,” she said. “I hope we can continue to work well together to take down the Supreme.”

“The feeling is mutual, Ladybug,” Hesperia replied. “And you, Griffe– uh…”

Adrien smiled. “I’m still working on it.”

Hesperia smiled back. “I wish you good luck figuring that out.” The butterfly hero folded his hands behind his back, regarding the both of them over his glasses. “I’d offer to show you both out, but I think you’ll find it’s the same way you came in the first time,” he supplied, a lilting tune to his voice.

Ladybug smiled wryly. “Yeah, sorry about that,” she said. “We’ll be going now! Good bye!”

She slipped her fingers from his hand, Adrien already feeling colder, to sling her yoyo through the exit.

“See ya!” he bid to Hesperia before following right after her. She headed towards the bakery– now he knew why— and Adrien couldn’t stop himself from following along. So what if his house was in the opposite direction. He wanted to spend just a few more minutes with her, if he could manage it.

She dropped down onto the bakery roof, quietly releasing her transformation and leaving behind Marinette, the bakery girl.

Adrien’s heart skipped a beat again at the sight of her.

He dodged behind the chimney stack on the end of her rooftop, suddenly nervous. He wasn’t sure how she would react to him being there. Everything was so new and their relationship was so… He wasn’t sure what. It was different.

“I saw you following me, fleabag,” she said, startling him. “No use hiding.”

Lithely, he jumped from his spot, landing in a crouch in front of her. He looked up at her through his bangs, watching her expression for that same old disdain he was used to. There was none.

“What is it?” she asked.

Adrien straightened, searching for the right words in his head. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what he wanted at all. All he knew was that he had been drawn to her, like a thread he had to chase. Other Adrien’s words rang through his head, and sudden clarity filled his being.

He wanted to make friends.

He couldn’t miss his chance.

An excited grin twitching on his lips, he let his transformation fall to match her, putting them both on equal footing. Keeping things neutral had always worked for the two of them in the past.

Marinette raised her eyebrow at him, and suddenly he was struck by how big and blue her eyes were. He had never seen them up so close before. She was so pretty.

“Well, I was thinking,” he said nervously, all his earlier bravado draining out of him now that she was looking at him with those eyes, “since I don’t have any friends, and you don’t have any friends—that I know of!” He glanced at her face, worrying he might find a glare, but instead she continued to just look at him with wide eyes. He cleared his throat, pushing through the rest of his request as he scratched at his cheek. “Maybe, if you want, we could be friends? With each other?”

Her mouth twitched into a small smile. Adrien had never seen her smile before. He found that it suited her quite nicely. His heart did a funny little flip in his chest.

“Okay.”

His jaw dropped. “I– uh– Okay?” he sputtered.

Her smile spread wider. “Yeah.”

“Even though I’m a rich jerk?”

“I guess I can let that go,” she teased. “This time.”

Unbridled happiness— is this what that other Adrien felt? All she did was say ‘okay’ and it was as though the heavens had opened. He was warm, starting in his chest and spreading from the inside out, a euphoria he had never felt before.

“Besides,” she continued, giving a small shrug of her shoulders, “I think you’ve grown on me a little in all this time.”

The delight only grew. “You mean, I’ve cat your attention?”

She shook her head, a frown on her face, but the corners twitched again, as if she was trying to hide a smile. “And you’re going to lose it if you keep up with your awful puns.”

“My claw-ful puns?”

“Watch it, whiskers,” she said, but, for once, there was no bite to her tone.

“Aw,” he cooed, loving the way her nose scrunched up at the sound. “You don’t mean that, buggy.”

“‘Buggy’?” she questioned. “What happened to ‘cockroach’?”

“Well, I’m not going to call my friend a cockroach, now am I?” he said. “Why? You don’t like it? I can workshop some more names.”

She laughed, and, wow, what a wonderful sound that was. “Maybe after you figure out your new name.”

“No, no, no.” He wagged a finger. “This is important.” He proceeded to stalk around her, acting as though he was appraising her like an art piece with a hand to his chin. Actually, he supposed, she was an art piece, not that he’d ever told her. Maybe he should. “What about…” he drawled, lengthening his vowels, “Scarab?”

She wrinkled her nose. “No.”

He hummed. “Buginette.”

A scoff.

“Spotify.”

“You’re joking.”

Her deadpan told him all he needed to know. Adrien stopped his stalking, once again standing in front of her. It had to be personal, something to tell her how much she meant to him, how happy he was to finally have someone he could call a friend in his life. Something to connect them. An idea lit up his brain.

“My lady.”

He could be wrong, but he thought she might have stuttered a breath. A dusting of pink settled on her cheeks. Oh! Oh, that was a good reaction, wasn’t it?

“You like that?” he asked. “My lady?”

She swallowed, eyes cast away from his face and down on his shoes. Her arms crossed over her chest. “I suppose that might be acceptable.”

He smiled. “My lady,” he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue as if they were always meant to. He bowed dramatically, smiling when he heard her soft chuckle. “I’m glad we could settle this.”

She snorted. “If you’re supposed to be a prince, we have some work to do.”

“Maybe not a prince, but I’ll happily be your knight.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

His smile was practically bursting at the seams, stretching his cheeks wide enough for a dull ache to settle in. “I’ll let you enjoy your day. Until next time, my lady.” He called his transformation back, readying himself to head home.

“Until next time, Adrien,” she replied, another soft smile gracing her features.

He leapt from her roof, darting away as his heart beat a staccato against his ribcage. Next time he saw her, he would be seeing his new friend.

A friend.

#ml paris special #ml paris spoilers #ml fanfic #adrienette #shadyclaw #toxigriffe #miraculous ladybug #paris special #paris special spoilers #griffe noir #toxinelle #adrinette #miraculous #my writing #can you tell i've wanted to use this paramore lyric for ages?? no?? well i have #realistically i was supposed to be writing hamster fic this weekend but can you blame me #post reveal interactions call to me like a siren

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gwifirusu · 10 months

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thinking about a fic idea of Mirage constructing a human holoform to more easily blend in on missions and Noah developing a massive crush on his holoform, having a crisis about it and then realising that he’s in love with Mirage, holoform or no <:]

(also Mirage has been waiting for Noah to notice the whole time)

#griff talks #transformers #mirage x noah #noah x mirage #yall we gotta sort out the ship name this is getting out of hand #mirnoah #??? idk #also hey if anyone wants to write this… bats eyes #mirage #noah diaz

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nightswatchdisbandmentera · 1 year

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ASOIAF stans can be very annoying because a common characteristic in any discussion about leadership in this series always delves into readers zeroing in on failures while they completely write off any successes. This happens with just about any person thrust into a position of power, but I see these bizarre standards most applied to Jon Snow and Daenerys (especially Dany). You’d think that after years and years of analyzing the text to death, we’d come up with more compelling arguments than “Jon Snow bad Lord Commander” and “Dany bad (she’s just bad)”. Fans have decided to define these two by the mistakes they make while completely writing off all the good they do. And then the most baffling thing is when they say that Dany and Jon are failures so someone else should be the endgame ruler….and then they name Young Griff as their chosen champion.

Setting aside the obvious role Aegon plays as a narrative foil to Jon and Dany, how can anyone say he would do a better job? He has done literally nothing. His skills are a blank slate. Where is the evidence that he would have better reforms for the Watch than Jon did? That he would know how to better handle the different factions at the Wall than Jon did? That he would know how to prepare for the upcoming food shortage than Jon did? Where is the evidence that he would know how to better handle Meereen than Dany did? That he would know how to better deal with the obviously gargantuan task of abolishing slavery?

The point is that ruling is hard. There’s no such thing as a perfect ruler in this series and if anyone thinks that there is, they obviously have not been paying attention. All who have been put in a position of leadership in this story fail in some way. That’s the nature of the job. Even good-hearted, well-intentioned people like Jon and Daenerys struggle with the weight of leadership. So even as they do such incredible good, they still have blind spots. That’s because they’re human and human beings are not perfect. And let’s be real, people would complain if they were suddenly so good at ruling despite their young age and inexperience. So it’s insane to me that fans will read these books and come to the conclusion that all that is needed, instead of Jon and Dany, is a perfect leader who will make everything ok - even more baffling when they name Aegon/Young Griff or some other person who has zero experience with administration so far. Please, let us be serious for once.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #fandom rant #this fandom continues to be very very annoying and unserious #I’m just going to say that anyone who says Jon is a bad lord commander and then their evidence is that he was assassinated #you are a very unserious person - very unserious #i automatically write off their opinion it’s invalid #or people who decide to fanfic Dany’s arc and say she’s a tyrant -how?!? - or she didn’t even try #or people who say she’s a white savior #and then you say young griff would be a better ruler than both of them???#we have to laugh 😂

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2manyfandoms2count · 6 months

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Back to Life (Back to Reality)

Toxinelle and Griffe Noire really have been living in my head rent free for the past week, I just think they're extremely interesting characters 👀 This is more of a character study than an actual fic with a plot, I wanted to get into Toxinelle's head! Maybe I'll revisit their world at some point, I do think it's quite cool to not have a lot of knowledge of what's going on in their world, it's that much more intriguing...

Hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3

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Back to Life (Back to Reality)

Although the world they entered was the same they’d left behind, crumbling buildings lining the streets she and Griffe Noire had targeted time and time again in their quest to retrieve the Butterfly Miraculous, Toxinelle couldn’t help but notice that it didn’t look quite as hopeless as it had when they’d left it. The rising sun, which only a short time ago she might’ve found obnoxiously bright, pleasantly warmed her cheeks as she came to a halt next to a beaming Hesperia.

“It’s been an eventful night, hasn’t it?” he commented once Ubiquity landed at his side, the glow of her power receding to reveal Alya Césaire.

If she’s the other Marinette’s best friend, she can’t be that bad, Toxinelle thought, already considering a strategy to get closer to her at school.

“I suggest we all take a little time to process what’s happened, and regroup later.” Hesperia smiled, interrupting her mental meanderings before she could overthink anything. “You know where to find us, take your time.” Watching him, Toxinelle found herself realising that she’d never realised how approachable he looked, unlike most adults in her life. And if the other Marinette’s world had seemed better in many ways, she really didn’t envy her for the presence of Monarque in her life; she wasn’t sure who of him or the Supreme was worse, but she liked the idea that she’d have a heroic adult on her side to fight for a better world.

Hesperia extended his hand, a gesture that made Toxinelle realise she was still holding Griffe Noire’s. She cleared her throat as she let go of it, before shaking her ex-opponent’s, who then turned towards her partner— no, that didn’t sound right, was it teammate, that the other Marinette used as a term?… It was probably more accurate. Had somebody asked her earlier that day, she might’ve described their relationship as one of “reluctant allies”, but there had been a shift in their dynamic from the moment they’d positioned themselves against the Supreme, which would have to draw them closer.

At least she hoped so— it was one thing considering going against him as a team, an entirely different one to face him on her own. She didn’t think she was strong enough for it; not physically, the newfound feeling of health she’d retrieved from the other timeline being just a flicker next to the flame she’d once possessed, before it had all started, but least of all mentally. Not now, anyway.

“See you soon,” the man said, waving as he and his ally made their way back to their base.

Just like that, Toxinelle found herself standing alone with Griffe Noire in the empty street.

“Bed–, I mean, um… Ladybug? Is that really what I’m supposed to call you now?” the tomcat raised an eyebrow.

“What about you? Have you landed on a good name?” she parried.

“Hey, at least I was creative with mine, you’re just a– a copycat!” He pointed at her, laughing. It was the first time she heard him laugh genuinely, and she had to admit, it sounded pretty good.

Toxinelle stuck out her tongue at him, hoping it would distract from the blush creeping up her cheeks. She wasn’t entirely sure, but something told her that the thick layer of pale foundation she conscientiously applied every day, and which had until then stuck through her transformation, hadn’t made it back from their journey to the other world.

“Anyway, what?” she asked rather abruptly, out of habit. She didn’t like that her sharp tone was coming back so quickly. She winced, and quickly added, more softly: “did you want to say?”

“Oh, er, well, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to meet up at some point? To discuss… this.” He gestured vaguely at their surroundings.

Toxinelle thought about what awaited her at home, and the panic that started washing over her made her feel like she was already losing grip on the thin thread of hope the other Marinette had started weaving for her.

“How about now?” she blurted out.

Griffe Noire was speechless for a second, but quickly pulled himself back together with a smirk. “Well, well, well,” he said, “look who can’t get enough of Adrien Agreste now.”

Toxinelle rolled her eyes, feeling her cheeks heat up again. “For someone who’s so gloomy and silent without a mask, you sure are chatty with one on,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

Griffe Noire paled (she noticed now that his make-up had gone during his costume change, too; his complexion was quite nice when it wasn’t painted over) and he cleared his throat. “As if you don’t change your attitude either.”

“I’m sorry, how do you know me again, exactly?” She quirked an eyebrow.

“You’re my baker girl.” He shrugged, looking down and kicking a stray pebble. “I mean, not my baker girl, more like, the baker girl. Or whatever,” he mumbled quickly, blushing.

Toxinelle frowned, racking her brain to remember meeting him. Even without being a fan, she’d still recall serving the famous Adrien Agreste. She probably even would’ve been annoyed by his presence, knowing it would probably bring more people to the bakery, not to buy, but to stalk around in the hope of catching a glimpse of him. People could be so shallow. “You’ve never come inside the shop, though, have you?”

“No,” he admitted. “My bodyguard gets my chouquettes for me.”

“Wow, so you’re really that famous person.” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I’d like to see you face crazed fans any time you set foot outside.”

“Not likely to happen.” She walked away. If she shared an interest in fashion with the other Marinette, she clearly didn’t have the same support, or even the same time to dedicate to what she could only describe as her hobby, rather than a more serious career aspiration. And if she didn’t get the practice now… well, she wasn’t sure she’d ever get around to it.

“It’s always you, serving clients at the bakery. Never your parents,” he called out after her.

She turned back towards him, guarded. If he’d noticed that much from just waiting around in a car, who knew what else he’d noticed. “They’re very busy people.”

“And you’re still in school. And a Miraculous holder, even if I guess they don’t know about that. That’s one thing my dad is incredibly annoying about: making sure I don’t overdo it in modelling hours because “I need to lead a normal life”.” Griffe Noire air quoted.

“It’s nice that he cares, though,” Toxinelle let out with a sigh.

“It’s exhausting, he’s positive all the time .” Griffe Noire threw his hands up. “It’s unnatural, if you ask me.”

“Oh boo-hoo. He should meet my mother, nothing’s ever good enough for her,” she muttered, immediately regretting her words and the can of worms it might open.

There was a beat of silence, which felt unbearable to her, before Griffe Noire cautiously asked: “Want to talk about it?”

She considered her answer carefully. On the one hand, something told her that talking about what she was going through, the constant pressure of life at home, in some ways feeling more isolated in what should be the comfort of home, never being able to rely on anyone, might help her. Talking to the other Marinette had made some things click inside of her, after all. On the other hand, as much as she wanted to trust that Griffe Noire wasn’t going anywhere, she was afraid to crack the door open if it would just come back slamming I’m her face.

“Not now, if that’s okay,” she finally said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’ll be there when you’re ready.” Griffe Noire nodded. “You know where to find me. If you still want to talk, that is, if you want to be my…” he trailed off, as if looking for the right word.

“Friend?” she suggested, holding out her hand.

“Friend,” he repeated, shaking it, as if tasting the word. His face lit up with a bright smile.

His baton beeped just then, and he looked at her sheepishly. “I think that’s my cue to leave. I’m going to be late for dinner with my father— another thing he’s very peculiar about. But we’ll have to meet again, we didn’t get to discuss our whole situation with the Supreme, Hesperia and everything.”

“It’s alright, we can set out another moment when I bring you your chouquettes tomorrow.” She smiled.

“Are you really going to turn me into the type of famous person who gets them delivered directly to the window of their car? I would’ve thought you’d despise that.” He winked.

“It’s fine if I’m the one who suggests it.” She laughed.

“Aright, then, looking forward to it.” He bowed. “See you tomorrow, Bug.”

Toxinelle had to admit that she could hardly wait.

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roseytoesy · 1 year

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Cuddle Time

a little something I made for my best discord friends.

love you guys so much platonically

Griff and Adam were happily sitting on the large couch in the cuddle zone, the sound of rain tapping against the windows and the warmth of a fire burning in the ornate mantle in front of the two humanoids. The cuddle zone was a wonderful place to hang out for pred and prey alike, with specialized furniture to make it easy for smaller folks to get around but not get in the way of larger people.

Both of the preds let out content sighs as they sank into the plush couch in the night sky-themed room. Rosey, Mysic, and Nebby were all happily cuddled up against their friend's sides. Nebby and Rosey against Adam, and Mystic against Griff. They had been quietly conversing and laughing for a while, but things had calmed down and everyone was basking in the nice moment.

That is until Adams's stomach decided to let itself be known with a low blrblrbrl sound. Adams's face flushed red as he put a hand over his middle trying to quiet the sounds, but this seemed to cause the stomach to growl all the louder, almost whining.

Adam covered his face with his hands, "Augh, sorry you guys... I... guess I should go get something to calm that beast down." He said reluctantly, shifting to get ready to get off the couch.

"Hang on there buddy," Rosey said quietly. fluttering up to be at eye level with him. She had a light blush on her face but she had a determined look despite her slight embarrassment. "I-I could help with that. If you want, of course."

Adam closed his eyes and shook his head for a moment before his stomach roared again, making him wince. He sighed before gently removing his hand from Nebbys back and cupping them under Rosey, she happily kneeled on his palms. He looked into her eyes asking are you absolutely sure? Rosey nodded and gently patted Adams's checks with a blinding smile of her own. "Don't worry, Adam. I know." She said so softly and with so much warmth that Adam felt his eyes sting with happy tears.

He chuckled and brought her closer to his mouth. "You're going to give me cavities Rosey I swear..." He mumbled before opening his mouth wide, allowing Rosey to crawl over his tongue, the taste buds ticking along her skin as the tongue squished under her weight. Adams's lips closed carefully around her waist and the tongue moved around her. Adam couldn't help but hum at the delightfully sweet taste of his friend, making sure to drench as much of her in saliva before tilting his head back. Rosey giggled a bit as the tongue poked at her sides as he swallowed. He quickly swallowed again, one hand moving to his throat as he felt her slide down. her legs and feet quickly followed her down as his body eagerly pulled her deeper into his core.

He let out a small gasp as she cleared his throat and started to fill out his stomach. The organ's bubbling sounds quieted to a singular grumble as it welcomed Rosey with a gentle squeeze. Rosey squirmed a bit to get herself readjusted and comfortable. Adam also shifted a bit in place as his stomach rounded out a bit, Nebby just cooed at him and nuzzled into the softness of his middle thanks to Roseys presence. The two quietly chatted as Adam got comfortable again.

"You alright in there Rosey?" He asked quietly looking down at his middle, still so surprised that she was so willing to be inside of him like this. He will likely never get used to this, but that was ok, it was wonderful every time he was allowed to do this with either Nebby or Rosey, sometimes both if he was feeling down.

"I'm all good, thanks Adam," she said as she snuggled into the folds around her.

"I should be the one thanking you Rosey..." Adam mumbled, feeling the overwhelming warmth from his core and starting to cloud his brain a bit with how full he was, it didn't help that Nebby was slowly rubbing small circles into his middle and snuggling against his side to rest. It was a good day to relax anyway.

Adam turns his head as he hears Mystic mumbling to Griff. Griff just shook their head with a chuckle and lifted Mystic above their head, quickly swallowing Mystic in a few practiced deep gulps. They sighed as they patted their now slightly rounded middle. They noticed Adam watching and smirked, their large tail swaying next to them.

"like what you see?" Griff joked before cringing at what they said. Grimacing again as they felt mystic kick outward at that terrible line. "Oh gross, no." they shook their head. Adam chuckled at them, his own hands gravitating around his middle. "nevermind." they sighed, and a few moments of silence passed before they spoke up again. "this is nice..."

"Ya. it really is, I'm glad you're here Griff." Adam smiled as he watched the flames dance in the sun-themed fireplace. the embers glowing bright and the flames licking over the wooden logs. "This might be one of my favorite things so far we've done." He added, looking back over to Griff. Griff let out a huff and chuckled. Readjusting to get comfortable, their tail slowly swaying behind them.

"Just wait 'till Kate shows up, then all hell will break loose," They said, laying fully back with a stretch. They both laughed at that, voices filled with joy. The laughter calmed after a few moments and the two sighed, content and full, with good friends in and around them, it was the perfect equation for an afternoon nap. The rain and fire crackling also added to the perfect ambiance and the group of friends happily drifted off to sleep and deep relaxation, free from the world's worries.

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gazpachoandbooks · 11 months

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Arya: I love going out with Jon, Theon and Aegon! It's great to never have to be the designated driver

Gendry: why?

Jon: please stop bringing this up

Bran: the three of them are no longer allowed to get drunk at the same time

Gendry: I'm going to need more context here

Arya: oh it's a great story

Jon: IT'S NOT ARYA

Sansa *already tearing up from laughter*: it really is

Arya: so there was this family party, and everyone was there, and Theon and Aegon, who were already pretty wasted themselves, managed to get Jon drunk. So they absolutely HAD to pull a prank on Jon Connington-

Aegon: I think we should all just stop talking for a while

Arya: -and considering he'd fallen asleep on the table about an hour ago, they decided it was a brilliant idea to dye his hair bright pink

Gendry: OH GODS

Bran: it gets better

Aegon: please just stop

Arya: and I've never seen anything half as fucking funny as their faces when the deed was done and the doors of the room opened up to reveal-

Jon: SHUT UP SHUT UP

Arya: JON CONNINGTON

Gendry: I'm not following

Rickon *breathless from laughing, already on the floor*: WRONG- WRONG REDHEAD

Jon *whispering in fury*: wrong fucking redhead

Gendry: please don't tell me you were the ones who dyed Brynden THE BLACKFISH TULLY'S HAIR BRIGHT PINK

Theon: it was more of a neon bubblegum shade if we're being accurate

Jon: please just stop talking

Gendry: OH MY GODS

Arya: Uncle Edmure was laughing so hard he actually needed medical assistance

Aegon: the worst part is Bran knew the whole time. He just decided to let us ruin our lives

Bran: I honestly can't think of a single reason why I should have stopped you

Arya: I think about Uncle Brynden's face when he saw himself in the mirror every. Single. Day.

Gendry: how do you come back from that??

Jon: you start by avoiding Riverrun like the fucking plague

Theon: he still doesn't talk to me. A bit of an overreaction if you ask me. His hair grew back! To be fair I still can't look him in the eye without laughing my ass off

Aegon: if I ever see him anywhere I pretend someone just called me and run for my life

#i've had this hc in my mind for a while and if i ever do end up writing a fic this is absolutely going in #but i felt keeping it in the shadows in the meantime was an absolute crime so here goes nothing #also i read a fic a while ago where these three became chaotic besties and i haven't had a single good night's sleep since #underrated trio #jon snow #theon greyjoy #aegon vi targaryen #young griff #brynden tully #ser brynden tully #the blackfish #jon connington #starklings #asoiaf

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wodania · 1 year

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I feel like ppl ignore the pure tragedy of Young Griff not being Aegon. Like imagine learning that the family you mourned was never your family. That the name you were given is not even your name. That you don’t have a name. That the people who love you love someone else entirely and have mistaken you for that person. Like yeah it sucks for Jon but it would suck so much more for Young Griff. His identity would be a lie that was fed to him from his earliest memories. Like should he continue going by Aegon? Should he stay Griff?

I do think the idea of Jon learning to love Griff as an individual and not as Aegon would be super bittersweet though 🥹

#i love the writing with these two so much #they fascinate me #if grrm dies before revealing young griffs héritage I’ll die too #asoiaf #jon connington #young griff #aegon vi targaryen

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familyagrestefanblog · 4 months

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You know, thinking about it. In the Paris special it was a pretty selfish dick-move from Hesperia to show up and ask for Ladybug and Chat Noir's help to redeem ToxiGriffe

And yet he never offered the same thing in return. As if Ladybug and Chat Noir DON'T need help with Monarque. As of Hesperia couldn't have been asked to at least TRY (maybe even with good ToxiGriffe helping out too) to also help his evil version see the light.

It's irrelevant that Hesperia "didn't necessarily know" that his other universe self (our Gabriel) is Monarque, neither did Ladybug and Chat Noir initially for their counterparts and yet they put in the work.

And concidering that this is exactly were Marinette failed so bitterly against Gabriel in the season 5 finale, this is so not a nitpick. Gabriel Agreste could still be alive now and the Butterfly save in the Miracle Box.

Adrien didn't HAD to be an orphan now.

Marinette tried talking Gabriel into redemption the way they did with ToxiGriffe, only massive problem was that Hesperia came into our universe BECAUSE he himself couldn't talk them into it. It had to be their own counterparts.

So the same logic proceeded to apply to Marinette of course. She tried taking a place that wasn't hers so of course it failed spectacularly. But in the end, she only saw herself in the need to try and fill that place because Alt Gabriel fucked off without trying to help first.

He really just showed up in our universe, asked for help for his own problems, and then left Ladynoir to their own evil grown up butterfly, huh?

Jep, that man absolutely was a variation of Gabriel Agreste...

#ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous paris #Gabriel Agreste #Toxinelle and Griffe Noire #Ml season 5 #Don't get me wrong this is how you should write character variations in my opinion #The core of their characters stays the same no matter what #But Jesus fucking Christ GABE

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lucy-sky · 1 year

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Ink (Griff x f!Reader)

Tushy Tuesday prompts: doggy position; spanking (well... just once :'D)

You've got a surprise for Griff for your anniversary.

Warnings: you can see them in the prompts + a bit of fingering and Griff being kinda possessive; also please think before having someone’s name tattooed on you :DD

Words: 752; AO3 link if you prefer reading there

A/N: Literally last minute kind of thing - I wrote it late at night after visiting my relatives and having a few glasses of champagne, also I've never written Griff before, so I apologize if this one sucks :'DD

“Whoa!” Griff exclaims as you open the door, “Damn, sweetheart… You missed me that much?”

Being with Griff sure as hell is a wild ride. He could disappear for weeks, hiding from the police after another criminal shit he got himself into, then storm back into your life like a hurricane sweeping you off your feet. Your friends told you you’ve lost your mind, and maybe they’re not completely wrong after all, but… You know Griff loves you in his own way, you know he would fight for you, and maybe that’s what keeps you together for such a long while. Today’s your first anniversary - a year ago you met him at a local bar and the spark between you was so bright that you ended up in bed together on that same night. Who knew it’s gonna be something more than a drunken one night stand?

You’re well prepared for the occasion: a new set of lingerie only slightly covered with a silk dressing gown that you didn’t bother to tie up, heels (you’re not really into them but something tells you you’re not gonna walk much tonight) and stockings, of course. From the way Griff is eyeing you right now, licking his lips as if you’re his favorite dessert, you can tell the outfit choice was right.

“Course I did, baby… I always miss you,” you smirk, impatiently tugging him inside and closing the door shut before wrapping your arms around him. “What about you, tough guy? Did you miss me?”

“How d’you think?” he goes in a low raspy voice before crushing his lips on yours in a fiery kiss as if he’s about to devour you. Griff’s kisses are furious, possessive, almost bruising, all teeth and tongue, and it never fails to make your knees go weak.

“I got a surprise for you,” you whisper in your most sultry tone as you push Griff’s jacket down his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, is that a good one?” he chuckles, squeezing your backside in a firm grip to pull you even closer.

“You’ll see.”

His clothes are quickly discarded as well as your dressing gown somewhere on the way to the bedroom. Your lips are already swollen with passionate kisses as you land on the bed.

“Shit, look at you, sweetheart - you’re fuckin’ gorgeous! I’d eat you alive, I swear,” Griff might not be the most poetic guy when it comes to compliments, but he always sounds like he hundred percent means it. “Wanna get on all fours for me, darlin’?”

There it is, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Biting your lip, you obey, slowly turning your back to him, revealing a new tattoo on your lower back.

“Wait, uh… Is that real?” you can feel his fingers brushing against your skin.

“It is, yep,” you reply, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Lost my tattoo virginity a couple of weeks ago. You like it?”

“That’s pretty hot, not gonna lie,” he leans down, pressing kisses along the curve of your spine while his big hands squeeze and knead your buttcheeks. “Is that your surprise, huh?”

“Well it’s actually even hotter if you look closer…” you hint. You’re actually kinda proud of this design. At first glance it looks just like a random pattern, but an attentive viewer can notice the letters…

“Holy shit, is that… Is that my name?”

“Uh-huh. You like being an inspiration for my very first tattoo?” you chuckle.

“Shit, babe. That’s real sexy of you. Get over here,” he groans, seizing your hips. You giggle as he keeps grunting while tugging down your panties using his teeth. Being too impatient though he helps himself with his hands, and you gasp out loud when his fingers find their way between your folds.

“That’s my girl. So wet for me,” he praises, curling his fingers at exactly the right angle, his thumb grazing against your clit.

“Hey sweetheart,” his voice rumbles above you as you melt in the blissful sensations of his fingers inside you. “Did you uh… When you got the tattoo… you didn’t have to take off your pants, did ya?”

“What?” you snort, “Of course not, are you kidding me? It’s not on my butt or something, why would I- oh!” you let out a whimper when his free hand lands on your butcheek with a hard smack.

“Good,” he hums contently, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his cock. “‘Cause that sweet ass of yours only belongs to me.”

Thank you for reading!

#bernthirstpalooza #griff x reader #baby driver #jon bernthal fanfiction #lucy tries to write #darlingshane

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leavememorieshere · 10 months

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Help, I need fanfic recommendations or ideas to write one.

I write in Ao3 and Wattpad.

The Fandoms I write and read about;

-Henry Danger (I mainly write about Hart siblings fluff?)

-The Suite Life of Zack & Cody. (Same as the harts but with the martins dudes 🥳).

-Suite Life on deck. (I write about Cody x Barbara, don’t come at me, and Max Russo X Zack because I read this really awesome fanfic about them that I fell in love with 🤭).

-Wizards of waverly place. (You guessed it, Max angst).

-The Villains of Valley View. (So what if I write about the younger siblings needing attention from their older siblings??? Is that such a crime⁉️🤨).

-Bunk’d (with the old cast from S1-S2). (Griffin needed more screen time anyways 🙄).

-Liv and Maddie (mainly about Parker Rooney because he needs some justice, Ao3 tags, are doing him dirty, literally).

Bye I don’t know if this is a cry for help or what 🤡.

I also read about IT 2017 and I’m a Stenbrough believer, all. the. way.

Never wrote anything about them tho 🤔.

And I also read about Alvin and the chipmunks (because I recently just started rewatching the 2019 show). And let’s just say, the Fanfics on Ao3 sure are something..

Some of these fandoms I read about and others, I write about but I will write a one fanfic for at least all of them.

I already have some planned! Others not so much because I don’t really have an idea for them.

But if you have one let me know!!! 😁

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