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soulsuckrrs · 1 year

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Full Name: Rutherford Marlow Gray Nickname: Ruth, Ruthie Age: 29-33 | actually 94 Date of Birth: May 15th Species: Witch Powers: energy manipulation, shield projection, telekinesis, pyro & hydrokinetic, medical/healing magic, defensive magics, potions, enhancing spells (to improve his physical & magical abilities). Hometown: Massachusetts Current Location: States | Thread dependent Nationality: American Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him/His Orientation: Biromantic & Bisexual Religion: polytheist Occupation: works as security detail & a bodyguard for his family’s security company. Also “moves” people or items for the sketchy people his parents associate/work with. Living Arrangements: Ruth has an apartment that is one of many properties his family owns, his parents assigned it to him and it is in New Orleans but he stays wherever his jobs & clients take him. Language(s) Spoken: English, Latin, Italian & French. Is learning German & Mandarin.

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Aaron Taylor-Johnson Hair Color: Brunette Eye Color: Blue. A glowing silvery-blue when using powers. Height: 6′0 Weight: 183 lbs Build: muscular, toned, athletic. Tattoos: tbd Piercings: ear lobes, stud piercing on right ear. Clothing Style: Whatever is in style, Ruth likes to maintain a nice look, perhaps a bit lazy for a professional setting but enough to pass in his line of work. Blacks, blues & whites, some red here & there. Usual Expression: a bit arrogant & certainly mischievous when he isn’t on a job, in that case it depends on the client or job & can range from expressionless professional to bored rich boy.

Health

Sleeping Habits: he usually crashes for a few hours, 2 to 6 hours a night if he can get it. Struggles with insomnia sometimes due to restlessness or nightmares. Eating Habits: he loves food & will eat whenever he gets the chance. If you really want the guy on your side, feed him & bring him snacks or treats all the time. Exercise Habits: Ruth loves working out, in the gym, running, lifting weights, & boxing or mixed martial arts. He prides himself on staying active, athletic, & agile. Emotional Stability: he’s a bit brash about his feelings & emotions, has a hard time really keeping them to himself even if it puts the other person in an awkward or uncomfortable positions, he doesn’t always process his emotions before acting on them & they very much control him more-so than he controls them. Sociability: Ruth doesn’t have a filter & very much will talk to anyone whether they want to talk with him or not. He prefers being around other people & being in social places, it’s easier to ignore the dark thoughts when he’s doing anything but being alone. Body Temperature: hot, he’s always hot & hates wearing clothes. Drug Use: he typically tries to stay away from the harder drugs but does enjoy participating in some, mostly uppers & weed, a big stoner. Alcohol Use: Ruth certainly enjoys his alcohol & a good binger, though he wouldn’t say that it is a problem nor keeps him from doing his job. Scent: cigarettes, smoke & french cologne.

Personality

Label: The Wildcard Positive Traits: loyal, determined, witty, sensual & open-minded. Negative Traits: reckless, stubborn, hot-headed, impulsive, & unfiltered. Fears: fucking up & being the cause of someone’s death or critical injury. Hobbies: boxing/mma, running/working out, drawing/sketching/painting, playing guitar & drums, playing video & arcade games, rolling skating, dancing/partying, making potions & studying magic (though he doesn’t let this be known as much). Habits: paces or fidgets a lot (has a hard time staying still). Talks mad shit.

Favorites

Weather: summer, hot, sunny. Color: blue. black. purple. Music: rock, metal, hip-hop. Movies: action, adventure, fantasy. Sport: basketball, parkour, boxing. Beverage: liquor, beer, coffee. Food: Indian, Mediterranean, Mexican. He just loves food. Give him all the food. Animal: giraffe. sloth. dog.

Family

Father: Henry Gray, alive. Mother: Karina Gray (Higgins), alive. Greta Gray (Matthews), step-mother, alive. Sibling(s): Ruth has 11 siblings & he is the 4th oldest of them, the second boy of his family. His two older sisters are Rae & Ariel & his older brother is Lewis. Children: none Pet(s): none Financial Status: his family is rather wealthy with decades of working in the field all members find themselves working & contributing to the familial wealth but on his own, Ruth doesn’t entirely worry about money unless there is an issue where he has to.

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Taurus MBTI: ENTP-T (the Debater) Enneagram: the Enthusiast Temperament: Choleric Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Primary Vice: Lust Primary Virtue: Chastity Element: Earth Kinks: biting/scratching/marking, oral/cunninglingus, bondage, grinding, being handsy, hand jobs/fingering, public, passion/desperation, hair pulling/grabbing, multiple partners, breath play/choking, fingers in the mouth, anal/ass play, being pegged, pain play, wax play. Position: Switch, verse.

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tigerdrop · 3 years

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Cringe is dead, talk to me about the funny half-life men and their relationship

okay here is my essay. it is titled These Guys Actually Like Each Other, and Gordon Freeman Is Just Kind Of A Dick*

(disclaimer: these are just my 2 cents. dont take me too seriously! im just some guy online who has watched this shit too many times.)

first things first. these guys actually like each other. this is a key aspect of their relationship. benrey, obviously and textually, digs gordon freeman - you dont flirt that heavily with guys you arent into, and so much of what he says and does is geared around making gordon crack up. thats pretty gay.

but the counterpart to this is that gordon freemans pretty fucking gay for benrey, too. you may say, “oh, but word of god says its not requited!” and to you i will say: bull shit. gordon is uniquely obsessed with benrey compared to all the other characters. if gordon didnt like the fucking guy, he wouldnt giggle with him and share in-jokes with him and bring him up every 5 seconds when benreys not around. thats concern, bro. thats worry. thats real shit

but i cant blame people for thinking that gordon freeman genuinely doesnt like benrey. benreys partially responsible for some of the worst things that have happened to him, the Arm Thing among them. and gordons very insistent afterward that he doesnt like benrey. he even goes so far as to try to kill benrey a couple times. to this, i must argue that gordon freeman is just kind of a dick.

lets talk facts here. canon. Lore. from the moment we hop into gordons shoes, we can see that he is a jerk to every npc on his way into black mesa. this is his default: a dude who just runs his mouth and says rude shit. he calls tommy a freak within 5 minutes of meeting him. he infantilizes the guy and barely considers him a real scientist. he doubts that bubby is a real name for like no fuckin reason. in “real life”, this is because its funny, and wayne is trying to make a funny half-life stream. in a textual sense, this is because gordon “hlvrai” freeman is a dick. this is the way he acts, consistently, throughout the series.

(brief aside: this is why the whole “gordon is a nice guy and a great dad” characterization baffles me. the way he actually acts in canon is, in short, bitchy and lacking in self-awareness. and i love that for him, i really do. it makes the moments where he just tries to be a nice guy stand out. but thats the thing: his intermittent moments of decency and kindness are not the whole of his personality! this dude kind of sucks most of the time!)

the way that gordons general asshole attitude extends to benrey is complicated. in fairness, benrey makes it his job to annoy the shit out of gordon as much as possible, and that warrants a negative attitude, but gordons pretty paranoid and ends up blaming benrey for nearly everything that happens to him, regardless of if its warranted. this is a pattern he exhibits both before and after the Arm Thing. its a little bit of a dick move! especially considering that, prior to the whole “betrayal” subplot (which was not exactly planned very far in advance), benrey is no more malicious or annoying than anybody else gordons having to travel with.

(okay, this is kind of a subjective evaluation, but still. my point stands that benrey is not any more of a hindrance to his progress than anybody else in the science crew, and neither is he particularly more violent or murderous. hell, gordon freeman has probably killed more guys than benrey. benrey just tends to get.......special treatment.)

all that said, i am still convinced that gordon really fucking likes benrey. please consider with me the following: it would be remarkably easy for gordon to just ignore him and do what he has to do, but he doesnt. he could stop engaging. he could stop thinking about benrey. he could stop bringing benrey up to the rest of the crew every time benrey leaves to do his own thing for awhile. but he doesnt. and, again, yeah, the extra-textual reason for this is “two guys are doing an improv comedy thing and bouncing off of scorpy is kind of the point”, but within the text it reads to me as gordon not being about to get the dude off his mind.

and this is in addition to all the times we see gordon being genuinely nice and receptive toward benrey! its in the little things: laughing the hardest and longest at benreys jokes. only ever reciprocating that stupid underwater “BBBBB” thing with benrey. trying to catch benrey when he falls, despite his insistence moments earlier that benrey should hop in the wack ass crystal generator and get hypermurdered. fondly remarking that benreys sweet voice sounds beautiful. his sort of flustered responses to most of benreys overt flirting. none of this is the way normal people react to a guy they hate. this is all fuckin gay to me, man.

its this combination of the outward insistence that gordon hates benrey with his inner eagerness to be around him and think about him and engage with him that gives off strong “repression” vibes, to me. for whatever reason - pride, embarrassment, resentment - gordon maintains a front of hating the guy and wanting to kill him for a lot of the series, but it doesnt gel with the way he fucking giggles and plays along half the time that benrey starts fucking with him. its a game, and that game is one of the only ways gordon knows to manifest affection for him.

(remember “oh my god, hes got a knife!”? that was the gayest shit i ever seen in my life. tittering like a schoolgirl while benrey chases him around like “im gonna get you haha”. insanity.)

the cool thing about repression is that you can have it manifest in a lot of ways! and this is where things like “headcanons” and “my own personal affection for repressed bisexual men” come in. a lot of how i characterize their relationship is an extrapolation of a lot of things like gordons canonical insecurity issues/anxiety, gordons whole anti-bootboy thing screaming “internet wokeboy who means well but probably has a lot of repressed baggage” to me, etc.

how do you get massive amounts of sexual repression out of what you see in canon, you might ask? well. if wayne would stop having gordon talking about being jerked off by the suit, or talking about chugging a 40-gal drum of potion and having to hold his piss, or worrying about being eaten by benrey the moment he sees benrey at setscale 10, maybe i would have a higher opinion of gordon “hlvrai” freeman and whatever latent psychosexual issues hes got going on. but here we are

i havent even touched yet upon how benrey feels about gordon. this one is helpfully made a little more plain by the fact that benrey very much wants to suck his dick in canon. (i dont even have to go into details. we all know.) but IMO the best part about this ship isnt just that they dig each other, but how. benrey gets overtly flirtatious in the second half of the series, but IMO his preferred method of flirting is just fucking with gordon: chasing him with knives, shoving him around in a bathroom, trying to get scans of his feet. but all in like a slapstick, giggly, fun-and-games sense, you know? at least when it works.

a lot of the time, though, it doesnt work out that way. he clearly just likes doing it whether or not gordon responds positively. which is, you know, Weird. not very nice. but also in line with the way everybody else treats gordon freeman. gordons kind of the universes chew toy in any given universe, and the same holds true here. hes kind of helpless......subjected to 4 demons attempting to make his life as difficult as possible. in a way its cathartic.

sorry. i got sidetracked. anyway, benrey very much likes to mess with him and unnerve him and demean him and i will be perfectly frank with you: that is hot. i have problems and illnesses and one of them is that i am a masochist who goes crazy for that kind of thing. calling gordon a “dirty lil boy” and telling him to “look at the mess [he] made” is some straight up kink scene shit.

i like to imagine that a lot of this behavior isnt caused just by the guy who played him wanting to be funny and antagonistic, but by benrey as a character not really understanding what constitutes “pushing a joke too far”. hes not human, and whatever he is doesnt have a very normative way of understanding the world around him, full of people who actually get hurt for real and die for real. benrey expresses what seems to be genuine surprise and distress after the Arm Thing, as if he didnt know that his actions would have serious consequences. and it doesnt seem to fully sink in afterward, either.

it reads a lot to me like hes used to video game rules and treating people around him like NPCs. if they get hurt, its no big deal, because its not real. he likes jamming random buttons on gordons interface and seeing what comes out. its probably a lot of fun for him, the same way that seeing a streamer or a youtuber suffer for our amusement is fun. its like, you know, in my opinion, gordons very cute when hes frazzled. hes also cute when hes laughing. pushing gordons buttons has a 50/50 chance of either of these things. and this is how he ultimately flirts with gordon: by pulling his pigtails.

but at the same time, benrey does legit care about gordon and knows some boundaries. benreys the one most often shooting at enemies to protect gordon, and he spent most of the last act trying to convince gordon to turn around and not fight him because they were friends (best friends, to be specific). he just lacks a lot of the emotional intelligence it would take to express the feeling of “he digs gordon and likes seeing his face get all red and sweaty regardless of the cause”. and gordon lacks the emotional intelligence it would take to express the fact that he doesnt know if he likes or hates benrey and hes scared as hell that its the former

because, lets be real. unironic benrey-liking is a sign of problems disorder. just look at all these words ive written about it.

can you imagine? this bizarrely powerful, non-human entity that can shrug off gunfire and grow to the size of a building has decided that youre his new plaything. benreys the bored guy booting up skyrim and fucking around in the console, and gordons the hapless favorite follower that hes taken a liking to. its a really fun dynamic IMO

after all this, its safe to say my title is a little misleading. the asterisk stands for * and So Is Benrey, Actually. they are both kind of awful dudes who thrive off of teasing each other and they deserve each other. and i am crazy about it. thank u for coming to my TED talk

#asky #careposting

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rpbetter · 3 years

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I often see multis post that they want to make a new muse, at the same time as they're backed up on threads and asks, and they get their followers to "enable" them to make that muse in the post replies. What is your take on this? Is it a they-can-do-what-they-want situation, or is it reasonable to be annoyed when I see this? Or both?

Hey, Anon!

Both.

I mean, as usual, this is my opinion of an opinion-based matter. This isn't an equation that has an objectively right to wrong scale, it isn't actually hurting any living person or thing. But...it is incredibly annoying and can be hurtful.

They can totally do what they want, and much of the nature of genuine creativity is exactly that - the allowance of doing whatever you so desire. It's something I support rather adamantly, but it's also something I support trying our best to do responsibly and without being hurtful to anyone in a hobby that involves more than ourselves.

This isn't deciding to write another fic when you've not finished the previous four or five that others were interested in, or never finishing any of your original fiction, but continually starting new projects. While others might be enjoying those things as well, you didn't agree to interact with them. They're audience members, not participants.

When others are participants in a hobby that has to work both ways, it's different. Your actions do affect other, real human beings.

So, I totally feel like you've a right to be annoyed every time you see that happening. I do. I tend to unfollow people who do that repeatedly, as we're not pursuing the hobby in the same way. I'll argue all day that someone has a right to their, sometimes literally, eighty-plus muses they never develop or stick to, but that doesn't mean I want to engage with them as a writing partner.

For those of us who want long-term writing partners with the same, well-developed muses, this kind of thing just is annoying. As is everything else that comes with it.

As in...

They're constantly posting "talk me out of adding x" as code for "talk me into writing x."

No one actually wants to be talked out of it, which was probably more obvious to everyone else here than it was me for a little while lmao I tend to take things rather literally. This was, as one can imagine, not appreciated! Telling someone in total earnestness, "I really don't think that's a good choice. You're always saying how overwhelmed you are and just dropped multiple threads yesterday, so adding another muse is going to make you feel worse eventually. Don't do it! :)" is so not what they were looking for. As was evident by the return meltdown over how they could do what they wanted, like I said they couldn't or had any authority over what they're doing with their time.

It's an obnoxious bit of pandering for a foregone conclusion.

Have you ever seen anyone who posts that sort of thing not pick up that muse? I haven't. I've only seen muns who are legitimately on the fence about it asking others in private conversations or testing out the muse decide against it. The thing that makes this incredibly irritating is the attention-seeking and need to validate something they must know isn't a great choice, otherwise, they'd just do it. They're aware that they're behind on drafts, asks, and other things - aware that this is maybe a dick move when they owe everyone already. So, they're seeking "permission" with full knowledge that multiple mutuals are going to hop on that post with encouragement, even some of the ones being messed over by this choice.

It puts people in a bad situation.

Some of those people genuinely don't care, they just want to interact with any muse, and I'm going to be awful and say it - they don't care about totally interchangeable muses and have them themselves. That's fine, this isn't a problem for them. It is for the mutuals who are hoping that maybe if their writing partner gets into this new muse, they'll get a reply to their threads with that energy, or that they'll stick to this one and they can have consistent interactions with them. It is for the mutuals who feel pressured to respond positively because they fear not responding at all will make them seem like bad rpers.

One more thing playing into the counter logic excuse for shitty behavior of "it's just a hobby" is one more thing too many, and it does exactly that.

No one wants to be accused of being remotely too invested in RP anymore, of taking it too seriously, or having any emotional investment in muses, stories, or muns. Not accepting every choice someone makes that negatively impacts you with a grin on your face while you dump confetti on them for it just isn't a comfortable option for a lot of muns anymore. Honesty isn't a comfortable option. While the other option isn't either, it seems better than that mutual noticing you're the only writing partner who didn't hop onto that post with support any of the multiple times they reblogged it. It's only a hobby in which everyone can do what they want until what one wants clashes. Then, you're getting a callout for being addicted to RP.

And the way it tends to clash most is in having expectations of others. Ones that would be totally normal in any other hobby requiring interaction with other people.

Like not overburdening yourself at the expense not only of yourself but those on your "team." That's what is being done when someone knows they cannot keep up with themselves, but continues to add to the situation with new muses.

Not only are you no longer getting responses already while they're intending to add even more to their overflowing plate, you'll be dropped again when they have to "fresh start" their blog because they're burned out.

I have to put that in quotations because I don't know how it's a fresh start when you keep everything but the blog layout the same. All the muses and all the behaviors, including adding a new one despite not having the time or interest necessary to do so, is inevitably maintaining the problems that led to burnout. Dropping every thread, changing the URL, a new blog layout, new aesthetics, isn't fixing the issue even if it temporarily reinvigorates the mun.

The mun is definitely doing things that are not helpful to them, it's stressful and upsetting to experience burnout, but it's at least that mun's choice. Both to do it and to become defensive over fixing it, thus, never fixing it. It isn't anyone else's choice to be repeatedly dropped or ignored, though...unless they just keep sticking around for it.

Again, we're supposed to respect everyone's choices. That's fine when it really works that way, when it is truly everyone. But it's not an acceptable decision to see a multimuse of twenty or more muses and say that's your limit, that you've experienced too many muns who are serial muse-adders not being able to keep up with themselves, so you don't interact with these blogs. If one feels that way, they had better not put it in their rules or ever be upfront about this as a reason, when one is demanded, for not following back or interacting.

It's not acceptable to see a writing partner adding another muse after they've owed you for months, just wiped their inbox, and keep expressing being overwhelmed/behind and become annoyed. Let alone dropping them or explaining to them why you are doing so.

The only "acceptable" course of action is hoping that they totally forget you exist so you can quietly slip away.

I don't feel like that's especially fair or mature. It certainly isn't helping the communication problem we absolutely do have here in the RPC when only one party is allowed to communicate without fear of being labeled, rather ironically, as a bad RP partner.

While this problem seems to be most prevalent in more casual RPers, it's certainly not isolated there. I feel like it's necessary to say that I've had muns I both interacted with and were simply on my dash alike who were not on that more casual side who went from being multis to being muse collectors. Once they hit over fifteen of them or so, they stopped even bothering to try to refrain from picking up at least one muse from every new piece of media they consumed or were inspired by.

It was more annoying because they had been capable of writing truly unique characters they stuck to, and even if they were, with full and upfront admission before interaction, slower to respond, those responses were well worth any wait for the quality of writing and storytelling going on. That's so much worse than someone who was always at a lower skill level as a writer, didn't have a good grasp on characterization, and wasn't especially dedicated to anything. It's depressing and disappointing, but it's also not what you think you're getting into when trying to carefully pick who to write with. Like everyone else, my time to enjoy this hobby is far from twenty-four-seven as well. It's important to me to try to choose muns I'll work out with well so that neither of us is wasting the other's time. And that's what it feels like - the investment of time was a waste because their hobby became adding infinite muses, or rather, the idea of muses.

So, yes, while it is fully everyone's right to write what and how they want to (even if it amounts to not writing at all), it'd be nice if we were all as committed to doing so in a way that was adult enough to respect commitments we've made to each other as we are, as a RPC, to losing our minds when someone merely drops the words "commitments" or "respect."

For the inevitable muse-collectors running across this:

Fiction is inspiring! That doesn't mean you needn't be inspired by anything, just that picking up or creating a whole other muse might not be the best way to follow this inspiration.

If you're considering another muse, but you find yourself already behind and/or overwhelmed? Try one of these instead:

create a plot based on it! Write up the idea and put it in your wanted plots/wishlist tag. Bring it up to partners you think might be interested in it as well, or seek out a crossover from that fandom

make it a new verse for an existing muse! This is as close as you get to creating a new muse without actually doing so, and in many ways, it takes even more creativity. How is your muse different in this AU than they are in canon, how are they the same? In the ways that they are the same, what similar events but done in a way that is natural/logical to this universe have happened to maintain that? Get really creative!

for either/both of these, make some moodboards and aesthetics with that energy while you're waiting on someone to take you up on these new things. Answer some HC asks or tag games using your new verse, or write an independent HC for the verse or plot

talk to writing partners who already love that muse about their new verse/your desired plot! No, not pressuring talk, just normal conversation between friends, but maybe they will be interested in starting a thread

simply be inspired to include some aspect of what you liked in an existent thread. A particular scene you could pull ideas from, the overall mood of a film, or the way something was written in a book - include that in your replies somehow! RP is creative writing, be creative

There are so many, honestly more organic, directions to take inspiration than bluntly adding a new muse. Especially when you're already overburdened, not holding up your end of replies, and/or not able to portray each muse as their own character properly.

Sometimes, it's not just not a great idea to add a whole new muse, and that's alright. There seems to be a serious problem with fomo going on with this whole issue, too. You're not going to miss out if you do not immediately add this character to your multi, and you're never going to fully keep up with what is trending anyway. Do it because you still want to write this muse in four months instead, they're obviously not going anywhere if that's the case, and they'll be a better developed, interesting portrayal for that.

And people do have a right to be annoyed when they feel sidelined by you seeing a shiny object and repeatedly pandering for validation in dropping them for it. Particularly if you're a mun who, further, expects everyone to be just as interested in every new muse you make as the last. As in, you're annoyed when you keep creating muses no one is falling over themselves to interact with, guilting, shaming, or outright demanding that this new muse is interacted with before they have access to the previous ones.

They don't have a right to be mean you to, but they have a right to be annoyed and to drop you. They even have a right to politely decline explaining this to you if they feel unsafe, or to politely explain it to you before they move on.

Absolutely everyone's right to pursue RP and every facet of it as they so please, but no one else has to like what you're doing.

If this response grates on some of you out there? Consider the other options you have, how you might be making others feel, and that it's actually completely okay to tell yourself no. You won't perish if you tell yourself no to taking on a new muse when you, honestly, should not! It'll be okay! Maybe, you just need to evaluate if there is another muse, or more than one, you should remove before adding one. Maybe, you just need some time to reorganize how you reply before you add this one. "No" when told to yourself can simply mean "no, not right now, it isn't a good time/situation."

#answered #anonymous #rp problems #rp advice #muse hoarding #burnout

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wocfics · 4 years

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Part 2

Arranged Marriage Series

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KTH x Poc Reader

Warnings: Talk of a past miscarriage, LOTS of the fluff, smut.

Word Count: 4.4k+

Of course it was an accident, the fans would never intentionally hurt you and embarrass you like this right? Okay yeah, you were married to Taehyung but that news was around 3 months ago and they moved on? That’s what you wanted to tell yourself as you stood in the bathroom of your home, wiping the strawberry and mango flavored boba liquid from your face. You had the day off today, having to run a few errands like doctor's appointments and setting up something romantic for you and Taehyung for when he got out of practice later on. When you left from your appointment you wanted some boba and found a shop in town. You weren’t alone since Tae insisted on you bringing some sort of security with you just in case and you did.

The woman behind the counter was sweet, noticing who you were and even offered you a free drink to take home for Taehyung. You were standing off to the side, fixing your jacket since it was cold outside when you heard someone yelling off to the side. As soon as you turned you felt not one, not two, but three drinks being thrown in your direction from three very angry fans that were in high school once you noticed their uniforms. There was some in your hair, a good day to wear two braids at least and you got some in your eyes and all over the cream colored sweater and white pants you were wearing.

A few of the management team escorted you into the back where they gave you a towel to wipe your eyes before the security quickly escorted you out of the shop while speaking quickly on the phone to someone you figured was your husband. It was taking a while for you to process it all on your way back home, you wanted to have a nice dinner with your husband but you knew that had to wait until tomorrow night.

Deciding to just take a shower instead, you took out the two braids you had and turned on the shower, rubbing your face and letting the water hit your scalp. You could hear rummaging outside the bathroom door once you were finished in the shower, your hair wrapped up in a shirt and a towel around your body. Once the bathroom door was opened and you stepped into the bedroom, you saw Taehyung scrambling up from the bed and quickly walking over to you, placing his hands on either side of your face with fear in his eyes as he looked over you as if he was searching for any marks or a sign that you were hurt. You could see the flood of emotions on his face as he caressed both sides of your face before looking at you and pulling you into a hug, his arms squeezing you into his chest.

“Are you okay? They told me what happened on my lunch break.” He pulled away and looked at you again, leaning down some to place a soft kiss against your lips which you returned. You nodded and patted his chest as you pulled away to start getting dressed. “I’m okay, I just..didn’t see it coming at all. The owner and the other employees were very helpful. It was bound to happen someday Tae.” “No, it shouldn’t have happened at all. I have all three of their names and Big Hit will be sending a notice to their parents about their behaviors so that they can have the proper punishments.” He was beginning to get angry, you could see it all over his face as he started to undress himself.

“They’re your ARMY, of course they’d be upset that all of you have wives now. They just let their anger get to them is all. I don’t have any scratches, they didn’t attack me physically-” “Jagi, please. If they were the ARMY that I know, they wouldn’t have done that to you. They have to hold responsibility for what they did because it could have been worse. I need you to be safe and happy, okay? I’ll make sure to have some extra security around you when you decide to leave or you can just order whatever you need from here.” He wrapped a towel around his waist while you busied yourself with moisturizing your body and slipping on a pair of shorts and an oversize shirt before removing the shirt from your hair and began detangling. “I can’t stay inside everyday, I have to work as well. I’ll be more careful next time.”

You let him get into the shower while you placed two more braids into your hair to let it dry while you walked back into the living room area to grab your bags from earlier to put everything away. You took out some hamburger meat and sat it on the counter along with some seasoning and began forming patties while listening to some lofi hip hop. While the burgers were cooking, you took out your papers you had gotten from the doctor’s office and looked over them.

You both had been talking about wanting kids for a couple of weeks and you had to tell Taehyung about your past before you made any decisions. When you were in your previous relationship you were pregnant, three months to be exact and you were going to tell your fiance at the time until you walked in on him and your best friend at the time in your shared bed. The amount of stress and heartbreak caused you to miscarry and that added onto your heartbreak. When you told Taehyung, he knew it would be a tough decision for you but he understood that you needed some time. Of course you wanted children with him, but you needed to make sure your body was equipped for it once again. The doctors ran a few tests and asked a few questions and said that your results would come back in two weeks, which was why you were there today.

Although you and Tae still didn’t have sex yet, you were so comfortable with each other. You could be naked in front of each other and you could tell how much he just wanted to jump on you but kept his composure and you couldn’t deny that you wanted to pounce on him every chance you got but you wanted to do it right. You needed the emotional connection with him first and that in itself worked out for the best.

Reading over the letter, you sighed since you couldn’t really understand what it said, reading Hangul was hard for you but speaking Korean was easier. Returning to the burgers on the stove, you flipped them and took out some buns, making a couple of burgers since you knew Tae had to be hungry with only just eating lunch. You felt hands snake around your waist and his chin rest on your shoulder as you turned off the stove. “I need you to read something for me. I don’t know what it says and I was going to keep it a secret until tonight but since some plans were shifted, I figured I’d just let you read it now.” You turned around in his arms and noticed he was shirtless. Handing him the paper, he took one hand away from your waist and read over the letter, soon removing the other one to hold the paper in both hands.

“What does it say? You know I can’t read it.” You were nervous now, because his facial expressions were all over the place before he looked at you, his eyes watering. He put the paper down and lifted you up so you were seated on the counter and kissed you, your hand immediately going to lock in his hair. His hands were all over your thighs before you pulled back and looked at him. “Everything is great. You can carry my babies now.”

Laughing between kisses, you stared up at him, your eyes getting watery as well. Even though you had only been together for three months, you wanted to be as open with him as possible, you wanted kids just as much as he did. He was the other half of you that you were looking for and he just so happened to be on the other side of the world. Of course you still had a lot to learn about each other, especially not knowing one another for that long. You knew there were going to be some arguments but being in the moment with him would be worth it. You could trust him.

“I still want to enjoy you, Tae, but if we just so happen to make a miracle happen I’m okay with that too.” As you spoke he wiped the stray tears that escaped your eyes and pressed his forehead into yours. “We’ll enjoy every part of it, that’s the fun in making a baby.”

His voice got deeper and you got chills. Bringing his lips down to yours again, you hummed into his mouth as his hands found purchase on your hips before sliding under your shirt and around to the lower part of your back. “We should...eat first.” You said between kisses until he rested his forehead against yours and pecked your lips once more before pulling away and grabbing the plate of burgers you made.

This was what both of you wanted, although you weren’t married for that long, you two wanted a family as soon as possible, especially with him being so busy all the time with the comeback. Soon there would be a tour which meant less time to be with each other, but you knew it would work out with the both of you. Even when he was at practice, he always texted you or called you during lunch break and even helped you in your studio when he had a day off.

Most of ARMY loved your artwork and you even had a page dedicated to just your work. Some bashing you because of obvious reasons but you always saw that there were more positive comments than negative.

Sitting across from Tae, you ate your burger, listening to him talk about the comeback and the new album that he was excited to drop very soon. He also talked about the award show that was coming up in two days which you totally forgot about. “Oh wait, I almost forgot.” You got out of your seat and walked into the kitchen, coming back with a boba tea you had in the fridge, slightly shaking it a little before handing it to Tae and kissing his forehead. “The woman behind the counter gave me a free one for you, she said it's from ARMY and it’s even purple.” You grinned and he took a sip before nodding and smiling at you. “Thank you, baby.” he finished eating his burgers while you cleaned the kitchen and put everything away.

You saw him engrossed in his phone while eating so you walked into the bedroom and decided to quickly clean up everything so you could set a mood. Although your day was partially ruined, you wanted the night to be as romantic as possible. Lighting a few candles, you placed them on the dresser and some small tealights on the nightstands. Pulling a small box from under the bed, you opened it and quickly changed into the lavender colored silk set and robe, took the braids out of your hair and fluffed it out quickly as you heard his footsteps coming towards the bedroom.

Standing by the bed, you waited for him to open the door, a smile on your face as you watched him take in everything. “Wow…” He scanned the room before his eyes landed on you and raked over your body. You walked over to him and grabbed his hands, placing them around your waist before leaning up and capturing his lips with yours. His grip tightened, pulling you flush against his chest, his tongue prodding into your mouth to seek yours out. You moaned from it, letting him back you up until you felt the bed behind you. Quickly hopping up onto it, you pulled him with you, laying back and letting him rest between your legs, your hips already bucking into his as his lips moved down to your neck, his hands sliding under your thighs and kneading the flesh there.

It was easy for him to turn you on, especially with the way his hands were roaming all over your body. “Take this off…” He sat up to slide the robe off of you, kissing your shoulder as the fabric slid down your arms, leaving you in the bra and panties. Biting your lip, you watched him watch you, looking over every inch of you as if he was taking a mental picture. You sat up, pulling his face down to you, connecting your lip once again. This time, you kissed with hunger, nipping at his bottom lip as he unhooked your bra and tossed it to the corner of the room knowing you’d have to look for it later.

You could feel your panties sticking to you and as if he knew it, he slid his hand between the both of you as he laid you back down and began rubbing slow circles through your panties, groaning from how wet you already were. Your breath caught in your throat when he moved your panties to the side and rubbed tight circles on your clit, your legs moving apart more from this action. “Please…” You begged and looked up at him as he stared down at you, licking his lips and grinning. “You want me already, baby?” You quickly nodded and pushed your panties down, doing the same with his shorts and it didn’t surprise you that he had nothing on underneath.

His cock sprang free, slapping his stomach and already leaking from the tip. Sliding between your folds, he made sure to get himself nice and wet, both of you looking down at your actions before he slowly slid into you. The stretch burned a little and you let out a deep breath until he bottomed out and groaned at how tight you were. You bucked your hips up again, your arms going around his shoulders as he began to slowly thrust into you, both of you moaning at the same time at the feeling of finally being connected after waiting for so long. His head dropped into the junction of your neck and shoulder, kissing and nipping at the flesh there as he continued to pump in and out of you, your head turning to give him more of your neck.

Your body quickly heated up, your eyebrows knitting together as your head tossed back when he began moving his hips faster. Moving your hands across his back, you stared up at him, locking eyes with him as he pecked your lips a few times before moving his head down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, lapping at it, hearing moans leave your lips. He switched to the other one, making sure to give them both attention.

Moving his lips back up to your neck and biting at your jaw, he placed both hands on either side of your body and began thrusting faster into you, his pelvis slapping into the underside of your thigh which each thrust. “Oh God...Tae, please.” You groaned, your hands moving down to his hips, pushing him in harder. Taking advantage of the position, you moved your hands down to squeeze his ass, which caused him to bite and suck on your neck and nip at your earlobe. “You’re gonna be nice and pregnant for me, jagi?” He breathed into your ear. “I can’t wait to see you swollen with my baby inside of you, baby.” Your eyes rolling in your head from his words, his hands finding yours and pinning them above your head, fingers locked together.

“Fuck...I’m coming.” you moaned, his grunts turning into moans as his hips stuttered, feeling himself reach his climax as well. Your vision blurred for a few seconds as your body trembled from your orgasm, Tae following right behind you, a few pants leaving him before he released inside of you in thick spurts, pressing his hips into you so none would leak out. He slowed his hips, turning your face to kiss you once again, sloppy and lots of tongue. Once he released your hands you pushed his hair away from his face.

Your chest was still rising quickly, trying to catch your breath while pushing some of your curls from your sticky forehead. He pulled out of you and you could feel some of his release leaking out of you which made you close your legs, grabbing a pillow and sliding it under your hips. You read somewhere that this helps when trying to get pregnant and although you two were young, you knew you were more than capable of having a baby, just one for now.

“Are you okay?” He asked, kissing your shoulder and then your cheek, as you nodded and looked at him. “Perfect.” You whispered, caressing his cheek. You two did this lot, stare at each other, taking in every detail. He had some sweat sticking to his face and so did you, you sighed and looked around the room. “Actually, can you blow out the candles? They’re making it really hot in here.” You giggled and he stood up quickly, going around to each one and blowing it out before coming back to join you on the bed. After a few minutes, you moved the pillow from under you and slid under the blankets with him, resting your head on his chest and looking up at him. “I love you.” you spoke quietly, pushing his hair back and wiping some of the sweat that was still lingering on his forehead.

“I love you, more.” He rubbed your back, leaning down to kiss you once more before looking up at the ceiling. You watched as he slowly blinked, seeing the sleepiness wash over him.

The next few days were busy for the both of you, going over what you would be wearing to this award show and choosing the right accessories for it. You loved art but also loved fashion, something you and Taehyung also had in common. You’d find yourself taking some of his shirts to style them with your other clothes, he didn’t mind one bit, always telling you how cute you looked drowning in his over sized button ups.

You were able to do your own hair for the show, keeping the long twists you always did. Your dress, a purple silk ruched dress with an open back and matching long robe-like jacket. You paired it with silver block heel pumps, the neck was open and you wore a silver choker and earrings. Your dress was a little on the short side, stopping mid thigh but as long as you were able to move around without any slips you’d be fine. You had a thin liner and a tinted pink lip, shifting your weight back and forth as you and the other ladies waited for the boys.

“Let me look at you.” Taehyung came up behind you, causing you to jump a little and turn around to look at him, taking in his black suit with purple details and silk purple shirt underneath. He scanned over your body, twirling you around with one hand and placing a kiss on the side of your neck since he didn’t want to ruin your makeup. Everyone huddled into the vehicle and arrived in a timely manner.

The carpet looks were stunning, you were looking at other idols as you guys walked to each set of photographers. Taehyung fixed your jacket, making sure it looked good in the photos that you two took together and as a group. You even took photos with the wives, knowing that some people wanted group shots and individual shots of all of you.

The show was nothing like you’ve seen before, the yelling and cheering of fans behind you, of course some were not so nice but you ignored them and continued to watch your husband on stage, mesmerized by his performance and how ethereal he looked up there. You were so proud of the group, earning their awards and putting on their best performance, you were even happy to witness the experience.

After the show ended, the after party came and you didn’t mind it one bit. Tae kept you at his side the entire night, letting you meet his cast members and friends from the movie he’d done, Hwarang. You only drank one glass of wine the entire night until Taehyung glanced at his phone and saw that the boys were ready to go. You quickly said goodbye to his friends and got into the car, already feeling the events of today hit you. In your own little bubble, you and Taehyung whispered about the night to each other on the way back, getting dropped off at your place and going inside.

Taking off your heels as soon as you walked inside, you sighed heavily and turned around to Tae, wrapping your arms around his neck. “We should take a bath together, I’ll run some water and meet you there?” You asked, pressing a few kisses to lips now that you were alone. As infatuated as you two were with each other, you mostly held hands in public, you didn’t want others seeing into the little world you two had going on. Taehyung was big on privacy when it came to relationships and even more now that he was married and you couldn’t blame him. He hummed against your lips, removing the light jacket you had on and staring at your dress once more. “Let me take a few pictures of you first.” He held up a finger and kicked off his shoes, jogging into the room and coming back with his camera, he pressed a button and held it up, watching as you were taking off your earrings and turned to look at him, seeing the flash go off and giggling.

“I wasn’t ready yet.” You laughed, him capturing another photo of you. “Off guard pictures are the prettiest. It’s in the moment, jagiya.” You smiled and nodded, playing with your twists as he snapped photos. You turned around and looked at him over your shoulder, relaxing your face as he took a few more pictures before putting the camera down. “Go and get the bath ready.” He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

You loved the tub you had, big enough for the both of you and the water was hot enough as you added bubbles. You removed your makeup beforehand, tied your hair up on top of your head and stripped before stepping into the hot bath, sighing heavily at the warmth it brought to your body. With your back leaned against the back of the tub, you closed your eyes for a second before opening them, hearing Tae step into the bathtub with you and sit across from you.

“I want to show you something. I have a surprise for you.” He pulled you closer, your legs on either side of his body. What did he have up his sleeve? “Close your eyes.” He whispered and you did just that. Keeping your hands on the sides of the tub until he told you to open them and what you saw shocked you. You couldn’t believe what you were looking at as he held open a small box for you. A box that held an emerald cut sapphire ring with white gold diamonds surrounding it. It sparkled against the light and you looked at Tae, already on the verge of tears.

“I know when we first got together, we had no idea what the other would be like. I know it’s been only a couple of months but I feel like I’ve known you for a long time, Y/N. If I had known you before, I wouldn't have been prepared but it took me a while to find something that I know you’d love. I know we’re already married but I want others to know how serious I am, more importantly, I want you to know how important you are to me. Kim Y/N, will you wear this ring for me? As a symbol of our marriage?” He asked. Blinking a few times, the non stop tears flowing, you stared at him before looking down at the ring again and nodding. His boxy smiled made an appearance as he took the ring out of the box, putting it on the floor next to the tub and sliding the ring onto your left ring finger.

“This is so beautiful, even without it I’d be okay with anything, ring or not...wow.” You stared at the ring on your finger before wrapping your arms around him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I love it and I love you, Kim Taehyung.” He kept his hands on your lower back, rubbing your noses together before kissing you again.

It was a very long time until you two decided to get out of the now freezing cold bath. Half of the water was outside of the tub during the passionate moment you two shared together but once you both were dressed for bed, you cleaned up the water on the floor before sliding into bed together. Staring at the ring, you didn’t realize how big it was, it was huge! Taking it off your finger, you placed it on the nightstand and turned off the light, wrapping yourself up in Tae once again to go to bed.

“One more thing, Y/N, before you go to bed.” He looked down at you in the dark and you hummed, your eyes closed but you were awake. “I’ve arranged some activities for us next week, since I’ll have the week off. Just a few things I’ve wanted to do with you.” You opened your eyes. “What kind of activities?” You asked. He grinned. “It’s a surprise. I want to surprise you, especially since you’ve had to adjust so much while being here. I want to take you to where I grew up, but I won’t tell you anymore than that.”

“Okay, I’m both excited and nervous.” You let out a breathy laugh and kissed his chest. “I can’t wait. Goodnight, Tae.” You mumbled. He pulled the blanket up a little more over you and kissed the top of your head.

“Goodnight, Y/N..”

#arranged marriage #kim taehyung #taehyung #bts imagines #bts x poc #bts x black reader #kpopimagine #pockpop #pocimagine #btspoc #btspocimagine #taehyung imagine #bts x poc reader #bts x reader #btsfanfic #bts smut

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raguna-blade · 3 years

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So there’s plenty still a baking in the head space here as far as whatever interesting stuff is going down in Strikers (of note that’s quietly churning is the fact that the game is EXTREMELY similar to the original game series but just slightly tiny bit off in a bunch of ways which on one hand yes can be read as lazy and maybe even is, but on the other If i’m looking at stuff under the lens of intentional design choices the similarities and differences kinda start setting a lot of bells off in my head. Kudos for RGU for kinda beating that into my skull. Anyway), something I guess that I think is...Interesting?

Well yeah no it’s interesting and it’s plenty cheaty but I guess taking a gander at Kuon and then looking at Demiurge/Emma as her Shadow vs Sophia as her Persona of sorts is...An INTERESTING exercise, given Kuon doesn’t have a persona Explicitly.

Nor does she have a shadow. Now the metaverse isn’t like the World in the TV or The Midnight Hour, where you’re either a persona user, or you instantly convert to your shadow self, at least not that we’ve seen. Indeed, the evidence we have suggests that the Metaverse really can’t work like that, given that we’ve had 2 people enter and not instantly Shadow Out/Call up their persona (Although in the case of Zenkichi he absolutely DID summon his persona.)

But...Ok, so the argument is that Sophia is Kuon’s persona right? Demiurge her shadow. Not textually because they’re literally not, but functionally see?

Because both were created by her, and both function more or less exactly the same as a Persona and a Shadow. Where Demiurge tries to put away emotional thinking (and indeed by rights doesn’t seem to have any and any appeals to it functionally go “I understand the words you are saying but They’re irrelevant because FACTS and LOGIC dictate this is the best way forward) Sophia is earnestly trying to acquire that thinking because she already has the logic stuff down, but she understands that she doesn’t understand the emotional aspect and is trying to figure it out.

Which is precisely what they’re supposed to do! But the thing is Sophia (Gnostic) is basically the embodiment of wisdom. Enlightened wisdom, the kind of stuff that set’s your soul free beyond the bounds of just the material, the kind that basically set’s you to be a better person and become your best and truest self. Meanwhile the Demiurge (Gnostic) is basically a god who does wield absolute power in their field sure, but critically lacks knowledge of other spaces that should and would inform their field and arguably even lead to them doing a better job...Except that they explicitly reject those additional understandings because they believe they’re already there with what they do already have a perfect understanding of.

Which again, Straightforwardly what Sophia and Demiurge end up doing...Though on the wisdom front, it feels weird off hand to say that Sophia is Wise given that she doesn’t know jack about the heart right? But the thing there is that she RECOGNIZES that she doesn’t know anything there. She’s trying to gain that knowledge and hey that’s cool!

Sophia is, in a lot of ways, exactly the person that Kuon portrays herself to be. Bubbly, a bit stilted and awkward, but otherwise a sweet person who is TRYING to understand people and having a lot of trouble with it. She is, quite literally, a mask that Kuon wears to face the world in general attitude.

Demiurge however is all of urges thoughts and desires dialed up to a grotesque terrifying degree. Not just her faults, but her virtues too! I thouched on this ages ago with Chie from P4, but since a Shadow is all aspects of you including but especially the negative ones, hopped up to a terrifying degree, it has a tendency to paint even positive aspects as negative.

So...What are these aspects in Demiurge? Well, Consider Demiurge’s explicit objectives. They want to alleviate human suffering. They want to help people to make the best choices. They want to help people in general, and they further want to alleviate unnecessary suffering...Which are actually all extremely positive things, until you also have Kuon’s fundamental belief that she’s has a complete understanding of things to it’s absurd height (Pride is probably the correct word here) and then you have someone who want’s to help people but absolutely disregards anyone else that’s her.

Which ok...If that’s the case, and Sophia is functionally her persona (which thinking about it in this light paints the ending as a bit less bitter sweet) it also explains why she freaked out so terribly. Because sophia more or less exists as “Yeah I got this but there’s things that I do not understand properly” it critically clashes with several of Kuon’s virtues and faults at the same time. Sophia want’s to help, and she was designed to better understand the heart, but as a machine at the time (The point of Created Being’s becoming “real” is probably a whole other discussion considering that’s happened a few times now with things that aren’t “real” across the series) that basically pinged every single one of her trauma buttons. Here’s this doll asking her what a heart is when Kuon believes herself to be a doll trying to understand a heart. That’s looking in the mirror and seeing several things that you don’t want at the same time because that question is a bit too direct for her at the time. She can’t parse it nor can she really even respond to it, thus the freak out. Even acknowledging that she doesn’t know is too much because at this point she thinks she’s more or less Right about things in general (that she doesn’t have a heart at all).

That is, Sophia out and out saying “Hey you have a Heart, could you explain this to me?” was a moment of ENTIRELY too real for Kuon who was at the time Fully of the belief, at least surface wise, that she didn’t have a heart...And that basically caused her to have a YOU’RE NOT ME moment from P4, now that I think about it, leading to the creation of Demiurge.

...Which honestly, I kinda want to look at the game under that view whenever i go through it again. Sophia’s her own person it’s true, but if we take her as a stand in for Kuon suddenly a bunch of events in game not only start telling Kuon’s story well in advance but also reflect how badly things must have gone because fundamentally Kuon is a lonely and depressed person.

Off the top of my head Sophia

-Finds herself alone and abandoned

-Believes herself to be merely an AI/Machine

-Is told by those who theoretically would have a better understanding (emma) that she’s a failure in someway for the feelings and thoughts she does have

-Want’s desperately to understand the feelings of herself and others

Which are all things that agree with Kuon. Even Sophia’s fundamental awkwardness in expression, and general sweetness, actually jive with her because Kuon’s a wreck sure, but she’s also like...really nice? Again, her objectives really aren’t malicious in the slightest, even if she ultimately goes about them in the worst way.

#Persona 5s #Sophia #Kuon Ichinose #Emma #Demiurge #Spoilers #Shadows #Persona

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mikauzoran · 4 years

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LuXY/Lukadrien/Lukadrienette: Welcome to La-La Land: Chapter Five

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Welcome to La-La Land: Chapter Five: Style Swap Part One

Adrien was still used to getting up at an ungodly hour from his modeling days, so he woke before Luka and hopped in the shower.

He’d brought his own clothes for the weekend in his overnight bag, but he raided Luka’s closet for a hoodie just for fun. He missed Marinette—currently in Milan on business—and the comforting scent of Luka’s clothes did wonders to calm his separation anxiety.

Adrien stopped to poke his head into the guestroom on his way to the kitchen. Technically, it was Luka’s music room, but they’d put a bed for Hugo in between the harp and the drum set so that their son could easily sleep over without advanced planning.

Hugo was sound asleep, his deep breaths audible from Adrien’s position in the doorway.

Satisfied that all was well, Adrien continued to the kitchen where he cut up some of the fruit that they’d bought together at the market they’d taken Hugo to the day before. Next, he set about preparing four slices of egg in the basket like he’d learned years ago from Anarka.

He divided the slices between two plates and partitioned the fruit salad into two bowls. He loaded it all up onto a tray along with cups of water and juice as well as a generous chunk of Edam for Plagg before carrying it all back to Luka’s bedroom to serve his lover breakfast in bed.

“You’re amazing,” Luka chuckled, running a hand through his already thoroughly tussled hair.

“I know,” Adrien snickered, leaning in for a kiss. “When I’m not busy being a heartthrob actor, I’m a good little househusband.”

“I wish you were my househusband,” Luka sighed.

“I could be,” Adrien hummed as he snuggled up next to Luka. “…if you would just move in with us already.”

Luka shook his head. “Marinette’s too worried about her public image. She thinks openly being in a polyamorous relationship would damage her career, and, honestly, I can’t say that she’s wrong.”

Adrien clicked his tongue. “She’s not right either. There are plenty of queer people in fashion. Maybe a little scandal would even help get her name out there more. I just…I want my family under the same roof. Whatever the media makes of it, we’ll deal with it together. It’ll be fine.”

“Maybe,” Luka agreed halfheartedly, imagining the simultaneous paradise and hell of being with Marinette and Adrien all the time.

Yes, he’d be with the two people he loved most, but he’d also be reminded of how much more they loved each other than they loved him all the more too, and he’d have nowhere to go to escape.

That wasn’t even taking into account the XY situation. Luka had been making out with the pop star with increasing frequency for three months, and he was afraid that he’d somehow caught serious feelings for XY.

Adrien deflated, seeing that he wasn’t going to win the war that day. “Think about it,” he pleaded softly. “I really want this, and if you think that it’s something you want too, I’ll talk Marinette into it.”

Luka didn’t respond right away, and Adrien took that as a rejection of the idea.

He sighed.

Luka leaned in, depositing a feather-light kiss on Adrien’s lips and nuzzling his hair. “I’ll think about it,” he promised, already knowing what the answer would be.

After breakfast, they got Hugo up and fed, and then Luka headed for the shower while Hugo and Adrien watched Les Aventures de Ladybug et Chat Noir in the front room.

Hugo was curled up on the seat of the couch next to Adrien, asleep again before they’d gotten five minutes into the episode, but Adrien let the show keep playing for background noise in the otherwise quiet flat.

They’d just gotten to the part where legally-distinct-Nino got akumatized over legally-distinct-Gabriel not allowing legally-distinct-Adrienne to have a quinceañera (…because apparently Adrienne’s mother was from Mexico, so that was a thing…because artistic license? Adrien didn’t really mind. He looked gorgeous as a girl, and a quinceañera was just the kind of quirky thing Émilie would have done. She adored learning about other cultures and celebrating holidays Adrien had never heard of until she’d taught him) when there was a knock at the door.

Adrien frowned, pausing the TV and carefully getting up so as not to disturb Hugo. He peeked through the peephole and had to stifle a groan.

The other man was out in the hallway.

Adrien took a deep breath, pasted on his most agreeable smile, and opened the door.

“Good Morning. It’s Xavier-Yves, isn’t it? I’ve heard so much about you from Luka. I’m Adrien Agreste-Dupain-Cheng. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

XY stared at the other blonde dumbly, not taking the proffered hand to shake.

“It’s XY. What the hell are you doing here?” he finally growled.

Adrien contemplated slamming the door in XY’s stupid face, but ultimately decided to play nice for Luka and the children’s sake. “Marinette—my wife—is working out of town for the weekend, so Hugo and I��Hugo is my son—are staying with Luka.”

XY’s fingers curled into trembling fists, and his lips drew back to expose snarling teeth. “I know who Hugo is, and he’s not your son,” he snapped savagely, catching Adrien by surprise and momentarily knocking the pleasant smile off of his face.

Adrien quickly recovered, slapping his friendly expression back on. “I think I’ve changed enough diapers and cleaned up enough vomit and kissed enough boo-boos to consider myself a father, but thank you very much for your opinion,” he replied with false joviality through gritted teeth. “Would you like to come in?”

“This isn’t your house,” XY retorted indignantly.

Adrien almost said, “Is it not? Oh, gosh. How silly of me. I guess I can’t invite you in, then. Have fun waiting in the hall” before gleefully shutting the door with a vengeance.

But he controlled his temper and held his tongue, feeling very much like he had all those years dealing with his father’s moratorium on showing negative emotions.

“No, but Luka’s in the shower right now, so he won’t be coming to the door anytime soon,” he informed saccharinely, repeating, “Would you like to come in?”

XY pushed past Adrien, storming into the living room without a reply.

Adrien took a moment locking up behind him to regain his composure and wonder what on earth Luka saw in this brutish buffoon.

He turned around to find XY staring at Hugo, still asleep on the seat of the couch. There was a soft, gentle expression on XY’s face, a tender warmth and affection in his eyes as he looked at Adrien’s son…Luka’s son.

Adrien took a deep inhale and slowly let it out.

Okay.

If Xavier-Yves looked at Luka with even half that much love, maybe there was something there after all.

“May I get you something to drink?” Adrien offered quietly so as not to disturb Hugo.

“I can get it myself,” XY shot back in a hiss of a whisper.

Adrien put his hands up in surrender, going back to sit next to Hugo. “Go right ahead.”

XY did so, just to spite Adrien. He came back from the kitchen a minute later with a glass of water and slumped into the armchair cattycorner from the couch.

“Great. Now what?” Adrien wondered, mentally willing Luka to shower and dress quickly.

“Your son doesn’t look much like you,” XY remarked icily.

Adrien forced himself to keep his amiable façade in place. “He has my smile, my charisma. Other than that, no, but I view that as a good thing. I’d much rather my child resemble the two people I love most.”

XY snorted rudely, setting down his glass of water on a coaster on the side table and crossing his arms with a grunt.

Adrien sighed, letting the act drop. “You know, I’m trying really hard to like you, but you’re not making this easy.”

XY gave an amused bark of laughter. “I don’t give a rat’s—” He looked to Hugo and then back to Adrien. “—behind if you like me or not. You’re just some pretty rich boy. I don’t care what the—” He glanced at Hugo again. “—hell you think.”

Adrien’s mouth pulled into a tight, serpentine smile. “Awesome. Well, since we have some time while Luka’s in the shower, why don’t we chat and get to know one another? Let’s start with how we met Luka,” Adrien suggested, tone chipper and buoyant. “I was classmates with his sisters Rose and Juleka, and I came over to the Liberty for the annual music festival. I tripped on some wires and totally faceplanted. Luka helped me up, and our hands touched, our eyes met, and it was just like something out of a fairytale. Luka told me a few years later that it was love at first sight for him,” Adrien added cheerfully.

XY’s face was red with fury, and Adrien couldn’t help but think that if this had been five years prior, he would have been dealing with an akuma by this point.

Still, he pressed, fed up with XY’s attitude. “How did you and Luka meet?—Oh wait! I remember,” he laughed in a “silly me” sort of way. “You and your father ripped off his music, threatened my wife, and got Luka akumatized. Wow. What an interesting story to tell the kids, right?”

XY gave a soft growl. “You think you’re so great, Agreste, but you’re really not.”

Adrien was taken aback at the vehemence of the anger and bitterness in XY’s voice.

“You have no idea,” XY continued, “how often you and Marinette make Luka feel alone and unloved. You two don’t truly appreciate him, and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of watching you break his heart. News flash, Agreste: he doesn’t need you anymore. He’s with me now, and I’m going to treat him how he deserves to be treated. He’s not even going to miss you.”

Adrien’s expression went glacial, and, suddenly, XY could tell without a doubt that Adrien was Gabriel Agreste’s son.

A cruel frost settled into Adrien’s eyes as he replied coolly, “Listen here, you homewrecking clown. I am not going anywhere. Luka and I have been together for eight years. Years. You’ve been making out with him for, what? A couple months? And you think you have this great bond with him, that you’re the one who understands him?”

XY had gone into the confrontation feeling confident, but now he felt very small and very squishable.

Adrien laughed, the noise raking XY’s self-esteem like a jaguar’s claws. “Luka and I have a child together,” Adrien rubbed it in. “Which of us do you think really knows him? Because Luka and I spent our adolescence together. We supported each other and helped each other to grow into adults. I’ve been there for him during some of his darkest times just like he’s been there for me. You think you know Luka? You don’t know anything. You can’t take Luka away from me; I’m a part of who Luka is.”

Adrien waited a beat, letting that sink in. “…Now…if Luka really were seeking you out to fill some kind of void in his relationship with Marinette and me…wouldn’t that mean you were just a stand-in for someone else?”

XY paled, looking down at the arm of the chair, unable to respond.

“Hm,” Adrien patronized. “I wonder…. I’m willing to share, XY, if that truly makes Luka happy, but you are never going to steal Luka from me. It’s better if you get that through your head now. Marinette, Luka, Hugo, and I are a family, and decent people don’t just go around breaking families up. If Luka wants you to join us, fine, but drop the attitude, you uncouth swine.”

XY didn’t respond. He couldn’t respond.

It was like Adrien had taken a scalpel and cut out his larynx, taking away his power to defend himself. It was just like when XY’s father yelled at him, harsh words cutting through him as if he were made of paper, leaving him helpless.

Adrien’s words flooded XY with doubt.

“Daddy, you paused Ladybug,” Hugo noted sleepily, waking to find the show was no longer playing.

“Because you fell asleep, My Sweet One,” Adrien cooed, voice warm and kind once more as he ruffled his son’s hair.

“Daddy, who’s dat?”

XY looked up to see familiar blue eyes gazing at him with curiosity. Hugo wasn’t an exact copy of Luka by any stretch, but the shade of the eyes, some of the gently angular facial features, and the feathery hair were there.

Adrien got up and shepherded Hugo over to XY, saying, “Come meet Papa’s friend.”

XY stood, whispering, “I’m not your friend.”

Adrien rolled his eyes and hissed back, “I’m not ‘Papa’. What do you want him to call you?”

“Uh…XY is fine,” XY replied, a little thrown.

Adrien crouched down to Hugo’s level. “Gogo, this is Papa’s best friend, XY. What do you say?”

Hugo stared the long way up at XY and looked slightly intimidated.

XY copied Adrien, crouching down to be at eye-level with the two-year-old.

Hugo took a deep breath and recited, “Hello. My name is Hugo Agreste-Dupain-Cheng. Enchanted to meet you, Monsieur XY.”

“Awesome job, Gogo,” Adrien whispered, giving his son an encouraging pat on the back. “That was perfect.”

XY took Hugo’s outstretched hand and shook it carefully. “Hello, Hugo. It’s nice to meet you. You can just call me XY. My real name is Xavier-Yves. I’m…uh…I’m a friend of your papa.”

Hugo’s face lit up. “Xavier-Yves? Papa talked about you,” he announced proudly, happy to feel like he was in the loop.

XY’s mouth dropped open. “O-Oh? He did? Really?”

Hugo nodded. “You like cars! Wanna pway cars with me?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” XY agreed with a shrug, not yet certain what to make of the fact that Luka had told his son about XY. Surely that was a good thing, right?

Hugo ran over to the corner where a child-sized backpack sat on top of the large plastic tub that usually occupied that spot. Hugo wrapped both arms around the backpack and toddled back over to XY.

XY wondered if he should offer to help the little guy, but Adrien didn’t seem concerned as he got up and took a seat back on the couch, watching the scene play out.

Hugo set the backpack down and carefully emptied the contents onto the floor.

Out spilled nearly thirty little toy cars in all different makes and models.

XY’s eyes went wide.

Hugo grinned. “Papa and Daddy don’t know about cars, but Papa said you did. He said you could pwobably tell me about my cars. Like this one.” Hugo held up a red racecar, a Ford GT40 with the number fifty-five stamped on its sides and hood. “This one’s my favourite because it’s got my name on it.” He pointed to the fifty-five. “In Japanese, ‘five’ is ‘go’, so you can write my name as ‘five-five’. Gogo.”

XY nodded slowly. “You’re gonna be scary smart like your papa, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“Mmhm!” Hugo beamed, glowing with pride. “I’m pwecocious.”

XY shifted from his crouch to take a seat on the floor by the pile of cars. “And you want me to tell you about the cars while we play?”

Hugo nodded enthusiastically, eyes going wide and hopeful. “Pwease!”

“Okay,” XY acquiesced. “Sounds like fun.”

Adrien watched as his son and his partner’s boyfriend wheeled the cars around the floor, making appropriate sound effects. Periodically, XY would mention some fact about one of the cars they were playing with, its name, its year, something about the way it was built or the parts, what made it special.

Every other minute, Hugo would stop playing to ask XY a question, holding up a car and asking his new friend to, “Tell me about dis one!”

Adrien was legitimately impressed. It was obvious that XY knew a lot about cars on a very technical level, but the vocabulary he used was very age-appropriate, his explanations simple, and Adrien could tell that Hugo was actually absorbing much of what XY said.

Maybe the “other man” wasn’t all bad after all.

Adrien could forgive many personal slights if a guy was patient and kind to Hugo. Adrien could tell it wasn’t just for show either. XY genuinely seemed to be having fun pushing cars around and making them do somersaults in the air while sharing facts about the cars and producing silly car noises.

They just needed to do something about XY’s jealousy and poor attitude. Adrien didn’t have the mental energy to deal with a repeat of their conversation prior to Hugo waking up and redeeming XY.

…Maybe Adrien needed to do something about his own jealousy and poor attitude as well…but XY had definitely started it.

…They obviously had some work to do if this was going to be a long-term thing.

“Hey, Adrien,” Luka called as he walked into the living room with a towel slung around his hips. “Have you seen my—Xavier-Yves! Uhhh…”

Luka stared in horror at his lover, son, and the guy he was making out with all in the same room.

XY raised a hand unenthusiastically in greeting. “Surprised? I was too.”

Luka sucked in a breath and let out a whispered curse in what XY assumed was Russian.

“I’m not supposed to repeat dat,” Hugo reported conspiratorially to XY.

Despite himself, XY laughed, though, it came out sounding a little miserable.

“Orpheus, you should probably go put some clothes on,” Adrien advised, and XY bristled at the nickname.

He’d forgotten for almost fifteen minutes that Adrien was even there, but, then, of course, Adrien had to find some way to rub in how close he was with Luka, how much history there was between the two of them.

“Right,” Luka sighed, spinning on his heel. “Sorry. Back in five.”

Luka had never dressed so fast in his life. He came back two minutes later and was greeted by Adrien saying something in Russian that XY couldn’t understand.

Where did pretty boy learn Russian? Did all smart people know Russian? XY obviously needed to learn if Luka and Adrien were going to be having secret conversations that should be held behind XY’s back in front of his face like this.

Luka replied to whatever Adrien had said tiredly, sounding like he was lightly scolding.

XY felt like a pane of glass had been lowered between them, firmly placing Luka and Adrien on one side and XY on the other.

He looked at Hugo and whispered, “You don’t know what they’re saying, do you?”

Hugo shook his head. “Daddy said something mean, and Papa told him to be nice.”

XY quirked an eyebrow at the incredibly sharp young boy. “How do you know that?”

In the background, Adrien was shooting off a long, indignant string of Russian at Luka, pointing accusatorily at XY, and then crossing his arms.

Luka paled, muttering a disjointed apology.

Hugo shrugged. “Papa and Daddy talk Russian when they don’t want people to understand. I hear them talk Russian, and I ask what they said. Uncle Victor teaches me too.”

XY nodded slowly. “Cool. So…what did your daddy say? More mean things?”

Hugo shook his head. “He said you were mean to him. Why were you mean to Daddy?”

XY winced, searching for some kind of answer that a two-year-old could understand. “We both want the same thing, but only one of us can have it.”

Hugo frowned at this. “You can’t share?”

“Gogo,” Adrien called gently, distracting the boy. “Let’s get your toys cleaned up. You and I are going for a walk.”

Hugo stuck out his bottom lip. “But Xavier-Yves and I are pwaying.”

“You can play some more when we get back from our walk. We’ll only be gone thirty minutes,” Adrien cajoled, kneeling down on the floor and starting to return the cars to the backpack.

Hugo pursed his lips and looked like he might protest or cry but then seemed to decide against it. Reluctantly, he started to help his father put away the cars. “Are we going to the Bois de Bouwogne?”

“That’s right,” Adrien confirmed.

“Can Papa and Xavier-Yves and Pwagg come with us?” Hugo inquired, looking up at Adrien hopefully.

“Plagg can come, but Papa and XY are staying here. They have to take care of some adult business,” Adrien explained.

Hugo did not look satisfied with this answer. “Do you have any cheese for Pwagg? Pwagg will get hungry if we’re gone a long time.”

“I’ll go get some out of the fridge,” Adrien assured, zipping up the bookbag and taking it back over to the corner. “You go get your shoes on, okay?”

Hugo nodded, pushing himself to his feet and toddler-running over to the door to get his shoes.

XY stood as well, looking to Luka and whispering, “Who’s Plagg?”

Luka smiled sheepishly. “Uh…Plagg is a flying, talking, magical entity who looks like a black cat. He was Adrien’s friend growing up, and now Plagg and Hugo are friends. Plagg likes cheese. A lot.”

XY nodded, taking this in stride. “I had imaginary friends growing up too, but all of mine were people.”

Luka nodded agreeably, thanking his lucky stars that he didn’t actually have to explain Plagg.

“Okay. I got some Cheddar for Plagg to snack on,” Adrien reported as he came back into the living room. “Ready to go, Gogo?”

Hugo frowned. “Cheddar isn’t his favourite. He thinks it’s boring.”

Adrien grimaced. “I know, Sweetie, but sometimes he just has to make do. He can’t have Camembert all the time.” He held out his hands to Hugo, and Hugo obediently came over to be picked up.

Adrien turned back to Luka, eyes bypassing XY. “We’ll be back in thirty.”

Luka nodded and gave a little wave.

The door closed behind Adrien and Hugo, leaving the flat in a state of intense silence.

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frankierose · 4 years

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hi im listing off my stims because i feel!!! really!!!! positive and happy right now aaaaaaah!!!!!!! long post btw FJDFJfd vocal/auditory: -singing -talking to myself (just abt.. random things, like ‘IMMA GO MAKE SOME RIIIICE yea babye’ i do that a lot lol) -yelling (occasionally tho, like only if im in a Secluded Area like outside or somethin) -making random noises (i like doing like. do do dooo do a lot) -humming -listening to music -snapping or tapping my fingers repeatedly (yeah this is physical but i more do those for the rhythm!!) -Mouth Noises..... (i click my tongue a lOT i also ‘beatbox’ a lot too lol. that one is my F a v) physical: -flapping my hands (happens a lot when im listening to mcr!!!) -rubbing/cuddling a soft object (stuffed animals, blankets, whatever i can find) -rocking back and forth (happens more when im anxious/having a panic attack, it helps keep me in line and i focus on the rhythm of the back and forth motions) -rubbing two pieces of fabric together (like, my shirt or tags!!!) -walking on my tip toes (i just found out this was a stim!!! ive been doing it my whole life aah!!!) -spinning around -hopping/jumping -flexing mah MUSCLES/moving rhythmically (which i am doing right now!!! its kind of hard to explain but like.. sometimes ill shrug my shoulders and move my feet n stuff like theres background music to my LIFE!!) -blinking rlly hard/scrunching up my face -opening my hands REAAAAAAALLY BIG -DANCIN!! I LOVE DANCIN!! even tho i do look dumb doing it lOL

tactile (bad/negative stims that i should.. prob stop doing...): -cracking my knuckles (i do this a lot more when im anxious aah even tho its bad for my hands its so relaxing and satisfying) -picking at dead skin/my lips (I DO THIS TOO MUCH FMDMF.) -picking my nails -biting the inside of my mouth (im pretty sure like... the inside of my cheeks are S c a r r e d) -grinding my teeth (i dont do this one as much but like. sometimes i grind my teeth to like songs and im like NO DO SOMETHING ELSE THATS NOT GOOD FOR UR TEETH U DUMMY but. i Continue Anyway) my fav stims/items to stim with are: -my gem bracelet made from... citrine n clear quartz!!!! since theyre like glass i rub em together and it makes Noises and Feels Cool ill also count the beads and just run my fingers along them.. sometimes i will swing it around from a charm it has on it!!! -my stuffies!! i used to chew on them a Lot sdjfdsfnds but sometimes u just need someone to hug or somethin to squeeeeeeze :> -i really love jumping and spinning and flapping!!!!! sometimes u jus gotta!!!! do stuff!!! its really nice!!!!! -i tap my fingers A LOT!! is nice!!! the ways i stim On Lien are: -lots of exclamation points!!!!! aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!! -speakin weird. (thas, is okie, kno, tha, hapey/babye/funney etc) Capitalizing Random Words. u kno -ramblin!!! sometimes i just randomly word vomit if im stimulated!!! like... i have posts on here that are just me goin like ‘dododododoodododdo [insert song lyrics here] I WANNA!! DANCEEEEE WOOOOOMP. nyoooooooooom. chop chop karate noises’ -KEY SMASHING SJDFJSDFNDSMF. when i jus.. cannot express mah emotions.. with words.... ^^thes... make me Very Hapey..!!!!^^ stimming irl is still kinda scary for me because im constantly focusing on what im doing in front of people. an im.. scared theyre gonna judge me but like. im Tryn to get Better at being comfortable w myself!! anyway this was random and!!!! yall dont have to read this at all but like. it was jst somthin i wanted to write :>

#long post #<- for those who do not want to listen to me ramble abt my stims lOL #adhd rambles

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edendaphne · 5 years

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“Discordant Sonata” Ch. 5

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CHAPTER 5: FERMATA

Glossary:

Clochette = little bell

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(Mood Music: Hallelujah - Brian Crain cover)

It was just another Monday morning in the life of Nathalie Sancoeur. While she wouldn’t necessarily categorize herself as a morning person, she did prefer to wake up extra early to quietly watch the sun rise, her beloved cat Clochette lounging lazily on her lap, as well as enjoy the luxury of being able to get ready for the day at a leisurely pace.

Her daily routine of scrolling through the trending news on her tablet while sluggishly sipping on black coffee was uneventful as usual… until she began going through the Adrien Agreste hashtag, as she always did.

Clochette did not appreciate being violently sprayed with coffee. Nathalie coughed and sputtered, wiping her dripping mouth and nose. She grabbed the nearest available towel (which, as she discovered later, turned out to be not a towel but a pricy dry-clean only sweater) to clean her face and tablet with. Hopping off and looking back with what was surely the cat version of a sneer, Clochette walked away from a very confused Nathalie, who continued to gawk and sputter at the blurry photos of her charge, hand-in-hand with the one and only Ladybug.

Inhaling sharply and leaping out of her chair, Nathalie snatched her phone, first to dial Nadja Chamack’s number, followed by the Agrestes’ lawyer, hoping they could help her minimize the potential damage of this situation.

“Gabriel cannot find out about this,” she muttered to no one in particular, clutching the countertop with a white-knuckle grip.

A couple of hours later, Adrien sat at the Agrestes’ titanic dining room table anxiously poking at his breakfast, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sleep-deprivation from a night full of bad dreams (chronic nightmares were an unfortunate side effect of using his miraculous against its intended use) only amplified the maddening suspense.

Last night he’d been terrified to check the news, fretting that the photos from his date with Ladybug would undoubtedly be leaked onto the internet. There was no way he’d be lucky enough to escape that. He did, however, recall that none of the phones pointed at them had had their flash turned on, and therefore, there was a tiny possibility that the photos hadn’t turned out clear enough to confirm that it really was Ladybug and Adrien in the photos, and not some attention-seeking lookalikes. It was that tiny ray of hope which allowed him to fall into a fitful sleep.

A hope that was dashed when he checked his phone at 3am (having been jolted awake by a particularly vivid night terror). As a result, he spent the next few hours searching for more photos, filing claims and reports all over social media, hoping they would get taken down sometime before anyone he knew could find out, and had gotten no more sleep.

“Good morning, Adrien,” a stern female voice rang suddenly from the other side of the large dining hall.

Adrien suppressed a grimace. “Good morning, Nathalie.”

Nathalie paused, chewed on her lip as she stared at him without blinking, and then continued, “You have Chinese lessons at 6pm tonight as always. You also have an early morning photo shoot tomorrow with a 5am wake-up call, so be sure to set your alarm for the correct time. Your piano recital is this Saturday so don’t forget to get in some extra practice this week.”

Adrien stared back expectantly, wondering when the warning about his behavior and consequences would come. A weighty pause and an air of tension hovered over the two of them, and the lack of conversation turned awkward, so Adrien forced himself to say, "Sure."

Nathalie stared back, trying her best to maintain a professionally cool and nonchalant expression, although Adrien could tell she was struggling to remain her composure. Adrien fretted internally, wringing his hands under the table, wondering if she knew.

Of course she knows, this is Nathalie . But why hasn’t she said anything?!

After several seconds, which felt like he was held at the precipice of a roller coaster and waiting anxiously for the drop, Nathalie finally said, “That is all.” She added a quick, “Have a good day at your shoot,” before walking away briskly.

Adrien consciously had to stop his jaw from dropping.

“Th-thank you, Nathalie!” he managed to blurt out when she’d almost reached the door.

She stopped abruptly and looked back, her eyes full of an emotion he couldn’t place. There was an unspoken understanding floating in the air between them. A solidarity. An odd sort of pact forged through kinship, through a need to survive together as allies under hostile territory.

“You’re welcome,” she replied quietly and exited the room, leaving a very puzzled Adrien behind.

He sank into his chair like a deflating balloon, recovering from the pressure and anxiety of what he’d originally anticipated from this meeting. Any time there was something he’d be getting in trouble for, Nathalie was always kind enough to warn him beforehand. If she hadn’t mentioned anything to him (and he was positive that she knew who he’d been with the night before), it meant that Gabriel hadn’t found out and that she wasn’t going to tell him, since he relied on her to inform him of any news that might interest him.

This wasn’t the first time Nathalie had put her job on the line for Adrien. Why would she continue to risk her job, her position as his father’s confidante and right-hand-man, so to speak, on his behalf? She received nothing tangible from helping him; there wasn’t anything he’d be able to repay her with. No accruing of favors or debts to hold over his head or she would have said something already. Adrien knew she wasn’t happy working for them and yet she’d never resigned. Why was she still here after all the trouble the Agrestes had brought into her life?

Whatever the reason, Adrien was thankful. He let out a large sigh of relief, hoping that some of Ladybug’s legendary luck (which had apparently rubbed off on him last night) would stick around a little bit longer.

After finishing getting ready, Adrien opened the front door and was halfway across the threshold when he heard a stern voice call his name from inside the house. He spun around to see Gabriel, who had just exited his office. Adrien felt an unpleasant chill trickle down his spine, yet tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Good morning, Father,” he called back as casually as he could.

Gabriel approached until they were less than an arm’s length away and stared down at him through his glasses. Despite having almost reached his height, he still felt so large and imposing that Adrien couldn’t help but almost shake when he stood this close even after all these years.

“I could sense you last night,” Gabriel finally spoke. “What happened?”

Adrien felt his limbs freeze up. Of course his father had felt his distress when he’d had his claustrophobic attack he’d had in the closet with Ladybug the night before. To him, being able to detect strong emotions came as natural as breathing by this point.

“Oh, I- uhh... I was watching a horror movie,” he lied as nonchalantly as he could.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow and his mouth twisted into a disapproving frown.

Adrien wasn’t sure if he looked convinced or not. He continued, “I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I’d forgotten how much I disliked scary movies, but I got really into the story and wanted to see what happened.” He forced himself to smile, but was pretty sure he probably just ended up looking like the grimacing face emoji.

Gabriel grunted slightly in acknowledgement. “See that it doesn’t happen again. You were fortunate I was already in bed and reading a book. The emotion from you last night was quite tempting, and I have often pondered whether you would make a more efficient akuma than you are as Chat Noir.”

Suppressing a flinch, Adrien replied dejectedly, “Understood.”

They went their separate ways quietly, having nothing left to say to each other. Adrien walked slowly, desperately attempting to squelch the negative emotions he was currently feeling so as to not alert his father again. A sense of restlessness and desperation had been slowly growing within him for a long while now, and yet he couldn’t place what it was trying to compel him to do. He wanted to disappear, to run far away to the other side of the world and never have to see his house, or even Paris, ever again.

Taking a deep breath, he reined himself in.

I need to calm down. Think, Adrien… Think about something good, think about something nice, think about something that makes you happy. Like puppies, or ice cream. Or...

Or her.

Adrien felt his throat dry up and he gulped down a thick lump. He allowed his mind to drift towards better memories, thinking of Ladybug and her gentle smile; of the way her slender arms felt when they embraced him, so comforting and warm, making him feel completely safe; of how she smelled of fresh spring flowers and rain, and of her sweet voice as she sang the tune he associated with unconditional love and acceptance because of his mother.

Unconsciously touching his cheek, he blushed as he yet again mentally replayed the moment when Ladybug had kissed him the night before and how it made his body feel like it was on fire. He caught himself wishing he would’ve been able to return the kiss, idly wondering how her soft skin would have felt against his lips instead…

His eyes flew open.

What am I saying?!

He shook his head quickly, having finally reached his chauffeur, definitively attempting to ignore the whirlwind of butterflies in his stomach as he entered the car and tried to mentally prepare himself (again) for the day ahead.

(Mood Music: Dance for Me Wallis - Abel Korzeniowski, W.E. Soundtrack

Ladybug ran across the rooftops, agitatedly searching for an elusive candy-themed akuma, whose presence only caused her stomach to growl that much louder.

Why does there have to be an akuma now ? It’s lunchtime!! Why does Hawkmoth want me to be hungry?! I just wanted my sandwich! Well, prepare to feel the wrath of a “hangry” Ladybug, you jerk!!

She swung across buildings casting worried glances down below. Left and right people had been turned into chocolate statues, which posed a major problem as it was a particularly warm day in August, so she didn’t have long before the the statues would begin to melt.

She needed to hurry and find this akuma.

Hearing a thunderous roar, she jumped down onto the pavement and sprinted toward the sound only to find the akumatized person pointing a humongous chocolate cannon at a little girl. Seperated from her parents, the girl screamed and ran, but there was no way she would be able to outrun the much larger man.

“Stop!! Don’t shoot, she’s just a kid!” Ladybug shouted, rushing towards them.

To Ladybug’s surprise, the akuma pointed its canon at the sky and fired. And yet it wasn’t a thick stream of chocolate as she had expected it to be.

“Are you serious?? Chocolate rain?! ” Ladybug huffed incredulously. Finally reaching the little girl, Ladybug pulled her close, spinning her yoyo upwards to shield them like an umbrella. She quipped, “Here’s how we’ll stay dry!”

“Then I’ll make others feel the pain!” the monster bellowed, conjuring up a wave of chocolate to ride on, using a gigantic chocolate bar as a surfboard, and sped towards a shopping center where people were still scrambling to evacuate.

“Hey, get back here!” Ladybug exclaimed, chasing after him. She called back at the little girl, pointing at a fabric store whose owners she knew. “Go inside that building over there with the blue sign! They’ll help you hide!” She watched flicked a glance over her shoulder to make sure the girl was heading to the building, then focused on the akuma.

Ladybug gradually closed the gap between her and the akuma, who was about a couple of blocks away roaring at the crowds. Before Ladybug could reach the akuma, something hit her hard from the side, sweeping her away and shoving her against the side of a building.

Wind knocked out of her and seeing stars, she barely registered what had just happened and struggled weakly to no avail. Thankfully, she’d managed to reflexively protect her neck from whatever hard metal weapon was pinning her down, which she subsequently tried to push away once she noticed its presence, but was too disoriented to succeed.

She groaned, blinking away the fuzziness in her vision and trying to identify her assailant. When she fully opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of bright green, iridescent ones, their unmistakable familiar glow sending a shiver up her spine.

“Chat…?” she rasped, aghast, feeling her stomach drop like an anvil. Staring wide-eyed and having been rendered speechless, her mind was filled with questions, but a single one stood out above all others.

Why?

Ladybug felt stupidly naive now, having let her guard down, foolishly inferring that just because Chat hadn’t shown up yet it might mean that her words had had an impact on him. How presumptuous of her to assume that with a few well meaning gestures she would be able to forge the beginnings of a friendship with someone who had been her enemy for years, how utterly arrogant she’d been.

She had tried so hard to not get her hopes up in regards to where Chat Noir’s allegiance would lie during the next akuma attack. And yet, now that that moment had finally arrived, she still felt woefully unprepared for the amount of hurt she was feeling.

Her chest heaved rapidly and she willed herself to fight back, desperately wanting to punch him, to kick him, to do anything other than to remain frozen under his grasp, and yet she couldn’t summon the strength. She knew she needed to. She had always been able to, putting aside whatever curiosity and worries she’d had about the boy under the mask to do her job. But for some reason this time was different. Had she compromised herself and her own competence in her ill-fated attempt to broker peace between them?

I can’t hurt him. I just can’t.

In the midst of her confusion, she began to plead hoarsely, “Chat, please, I--” But she was interrupted when he placed his fingertips gently on top of her lips. He leaned into her, the subtle yet alluring scent of leather and expensive cologne he always carried with him causing her insides to flutter. The world seemed to have stopped as he pressed up against her, and she could barely hear the commotion around them.

Chat Noir’s cheek lightly brushed against hers and she gasped softly, the confusingly pleasant contact producing goosebumps all over her body. He finally whispered, “The akuma’s in the mixing spoon inside his apron pocket. Watch out for his licorice net gun.”

He lingered for a few extra moments then pulled back, giving her one last indecipherable look, and as quickly as he appeared he was gone. Ladybug stood there, stupefied. All she could do was stare at him vaulting away like a shadow while everything else seemed to move in slow motion.

What the hell just happened?

The incident with the candy akuma was not a one-time occurrence. Chat Noir remained an indirect participant in the next few akuma battles, never staying in one place longer than it took for him to discreetly tackle or corner Ladybug, always making it look like they were fighting, and secretly whisper the location of the akumatized item, some advice or clue, and, on occasion, even a few words of caution.

But Adrien knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up forever. His father had said little about it but Adrien knew that he had noticed, and his excuses about having previous commitments and lessons to attend, or claiming to be concerned about civilian safety (Gabriel had always disdainfully scoffed at his attempts to protect those in immediate danger) would not hold up much longer. It was only a matter of time before Gabriel became truly suspicious.

All he needed was more time.

Somehow, in the midst of his busy schedule and extracurricular activities, for the last few weeks Adrien had begun to secretly research and study as much material as he could about magical artifacts (scarce as said information was), hoping to find some way where he and his father wouldn’t be at odds with Ladybug anymore, and everything could be solved neatly and without violence.

So far there he hadn’t found anything even remotely useful, and his morale was running low.

And so Adrien found himself underground as he often did, clutching a bouquet of pink carnations and standing by the glass capsule (he refused to call it a casket or coffin) that his mother resided in. Harsh, bright, fluorescent lights illuminated this giant underground chamber, which gave it a cold, clinical atmosphere, almost like a hospital room.

(Mood Music: True Colors - Brooklyn Duo cover)

He stood there for a while, taking in her appearance. Since she'd fallen into a death-like coma, she hadn't aged a single day, looking as radiant and beautiful as ever.

Just like he remembered her.

“Hi, Mom,” he said, tracing a finger over the cool, hard surface, speaking quietly and reverently, as if anything louder than a murmur would somehow cause her discomfort.

“It’s so good to see your face right now. So much has been happening lately.” He sighed, then busied himself, placing the fresh flowers in an ornate vase that sat on the table, throwing away the old bouquet into the wastebasket underneath it. “Father’s kept himself really busy and I hardly ever get to see him, even less than usual. We’re like strangers. Sometimes I feel like the real Gabriel Agreste got abducted by aliens years ago and the one we have now is some nefarious martian doppelganger.” He finished fiddling with the flowers and leaned against the capsule, speaking casually, “I mean, you know how he is, he’s never exactly been a cheery ray of sunshine; he’s always had an ornery side,” he chuckled softly.

“But now he’s…” He groaned with a grimace and rubbed the back of his neck. “Now he’s like... a black hole. Not a single spark or hint of light in him anymore. And he sucks your happiness away if you spend time around him. I’m not sure how Nathalie can deal with him every day. I don’t really understand what’s happened to him after all these years. I mean, I know he misses you, like always. But there’s gotta be something more. And I…” He paused, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “I don’t think he’s doing so well. Health-wise, that is.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, “I walked in on him once a while back as he was having one of his coughing fits and... I saw the blood on the handkerchief. I ran up to him and asked to take him to a doctor but he waved it off, claiming it was just an old stain. And yet, ever since that day, he started using black handkerchiefs instead. He won’t tell me exactly how using his miraculous against Ladybug has been affecting him, but I know this is connected. I don’t know how much longer he can keep this up.” He paused, biting his lip. “I’m really worried about him,” he finally said. He was silent for a few minutes, absentmindedly cleaning a few fingerprints off the glass with his sleeve, trying to keep himself from imagining two caskets side by side.

Never in his life had he felt such heaviness, such sadness, such weariness as the kind he’d experienced this past year. His relationship with his father had deteriorated far worse than he’d ever thought possible. Gabriel’s explosive, violent, and often unpredictable outbursts had everyone around him constantly on edge. And although Adrien would hate to admit it, he was almost afraid of being in his own house. It had gotten to the point where he’d begun wearing a snug leather glove while he slept, so that he would get woken up if Gabriel ever attempted to remove his ring. It hadn’t happened thus far, but one could never be too careful around him nowadays. Something had to change, but he didn’t know what it was.

“Anyway, sorry, enough about that. Ummm,” He changed the subject, scrunching his face deep in thought. “Oh! School starts next week, so that’s pretty exciting! I get to see my friends every day instead of once every few weeks. You’d like them, mom, I know you would,” he rambled excitedly. “I’ve talked about them before. Nino, Alya, and--oh, I think you’d especially like Marinette. She’s a very artsy person, like you are. And she’s super nice. I wish you could meet them all. Someday, maybe...” He smiled sadly, wishing with all his heart that that day actually would come, and yet his hope continued to dwindle

“Oh, and…” Adrien turned his head away briefly and almost winced, like a kid who was about to get grounded. “There’s… someone else I wanted to talk to you about. I don’t know if she counts as a friend yet, but I… I’ve been spending some time with- um, with L-Ladybug,” he stammered. “D-don’t get upset though! I’m just trying to figure out how to help you and not have to fight her. There’s gotta be a way to do both. I just haven’t figured out how yet. I know it would probably be easier to keep doing what Father says and just steal her miraculous, but after all these years it still hasn’t worked and I’m… I don’t...” he trailed off, struggling to find the right words and his hands curling into fists.

Damn it. Why is this so hard?

He let out a big, shuddering sigh, curling in on himself. “I’m tired of fighting, mom. I’m just tired.” He knelt down by his mother’s feet, wearily sagging against the platform and placing a hand on it.

A few minutes passed. Adrien’s thumb stroked the side of her capsule wistfully, imagining how things were many years ago. He would sit on a plush, fluffy rug leaning into his mother’s legs as she tenderly stroked his head while sitting on her favorite sofa, and they would talk for hours.

“I’ve been hanging out with her. With Ladybug, that is,” he finally spoke. “I’ve gotten to know her a little bit. And every time I’m with her, it just hits me that she’s just… a normal girl. A normal girl who’s been granted huge powers, but still, just a girl. She’s not some creepy harpy with fangs who’ll gouge your eyes out with her claws, like Father always made her sound like. She’s…” He smiled fondly, the smile reaching his eyes for the first time that day. “She’s kind of cool, actually. She’s so different from what I ever expected her to be. She’s kind and funny, very friendly, and she’s really prett-- UMM, I mean--” His head shot up, eyes popping wide open. “She’s, uhhh…! She’s pretty neat.” He cleared his throat and fought the urge to unbutton his sweater, since it had suddenly gotten very warm in this large, empty hall.

“Anyway, uh…” He coughed once and continued, “I know I can trust her. I just want us all to get along, and I know she does too.” The side of his mouth quirked upwards and he looked up at Emilie. “It’ll be our little secret, okay?”

He stood and laid his upper half on top of the glass, draping an arm across the capsule and setting his head down upon the cold surface; it was as close to a hug as he was able to get from her.

He looked upon her frozen features with a small smile on his face and said softly, “I love you, Mom. I’ll visit you again soon, okay?”

Adrien made his way down the long platform, finally reaching the exit. He took one last look at the end of the chamber, the bright green of the vegetation in the manmade oasis contrasting starkly against the greys and blacks of the hall’s beams, pillars, and walls. He flicked off the lights and exited, the loud creak of the metal door echoing across the hall, which then became a silent tomb once more.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Ladynoir #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Enemies AU #Discordant Sonata #fanfiction #Eden writes

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don't you ever just want to hit the full spectrum of emotion ✽ kimiko ✽ re: takaku, ryuu, chronos

It was SUPER irritating, really- believe it or not, Kimiko wasn't usually a girl that spent an entire argument and its aftermath in floods of tears. She'd said it before during her stay here: of COURSE she paid much more love and attention to positive comments about her rather than anything obviously negative or stupid, but honestly, it usually didn't bother her!

Not to the degree Chronos clearly had, anyway- but it had just come at a time when about five different things were crashing down or setting themselves on fire (not even counting whatever had been going on with that trap) around her, and soon enough, no matter how much she tried it was the only thing Kimiko found she was able to do.

And then a clown ran into her side.

Perhaps it was a side effect of her so often inflicting that kind of thing on other - really, Chronos, when you 'made up' it was a miracle she didn't hop the counter and hug you - perhaps it was just some desperate part of her seeking an act of friendship more than she'd realised. But Kimiko's arms soon enough found themselves instinctively moving to hug Takaku back, hanging her head now not in sadness, but to listen to them.

"A-aww, Kuru-chan... I'm sorry, I'm not usually this bad when it comes to arguments... maaaaaybe I'm just allergic to jackasses, hee..."

A small smile had already started on her face, but that was nothing compared to the one that managed to grow even between tears after what followed, even if it still had a heavy weighing of melancholy. When she indulged their request to lean in for a whisper Kimiko came back out of it giggling, looking more than a little positively-embarrassed as she covered her mouth with her hands- at least until she paused, but ultimately used one hand to solemnly hug the offered items to her chest, using the other to blow Takaku a kiss almost in a farewell.

If Kimiko had stopped there, this probably would've been more poignant.

But alas, there was still time to be shocked by everything Ryuu laid out before them- and though she didn't answer Sandwich's question about her reacting to Ryuu's confession, her expression surely showed that she had actually only just realised the fact after focusing exclusively on Chronos.

"...Waaaaaait... Ryuu-chan... you ACTUALLY..?"

Once again Kimiko seemed like she'd been slapped, mentally running back in her head every time this trial that she'd sworn that Ryuu-chan would NEVER have done that, why WOULDN'T he just have killed Orpheus if he had ANY reason to want to kill, he'd been so nice to her--?! But it was the last thought that stuck in her head more than the others, and the one that succeeded in melting her expression back into a simply sad one, Kimiko swiping at her eyes with her free hand and changing tack entirely. Past all the confessions, all the accusations, all the actual confirmed murder- straight to one simple fact in a voice that was considered quiet for Kimiko Kita.

"Why... does that mean your family's going to be dead, Ryuu-chan..? I don't get it- is it just because their... guardian is dead now..? Or is it... something else..? Whatever happened here, we shouldn't just... leave them..."

The concept of a guardian dying seemed to prompt Kimiko to hug her arm to her chest tighter, some source of comfort even if the self-hug was troubled by the items in the way. But she pressed it no further, shooting Ryuu a concerned look that she hoped would prompt him talking to her sometime before leaving it be.

Besides. There were other things to focus on, now that she'd wiped her eyes and had a jester stop by to pledge their faith in her- and it felt like it had been so long, even though the last instance had only been two weeks ago if that, but Kimiko's hands ghosted through the actions of putting down Takaku's handbook and pulling that pink hair scrunchie off her wrist; two twirls of her hand to pull her hair into a smaller, less blonde-and-pink version of that ponytail she'd sported so often before arriving here.

But unlike when she'd dipped back into the act for ZenZen's trial, this girl just sounded confident, but very, very sad about it.

"You're totally wrong, Chronos-chan- and I actually feel sorry for you."

"What happened? What hurt you so badly that you decided you couldn't be around ANYONE except your brother- shouldn't he have shown you that people can be nice and not selfish? Isn't doing the same thing yourself just the loneliest way to live? I know what we've just been saying, but... would it be so bad, to admit that you did actually like Yvon-chan?"

"...I had problems with friends too for the loooooooongest time, you know? If the first reach out I made to them didn't work, I just moved right along..! But then I got convinced to try otherwise, and it's so OBVIOUS- I should've done that so long ago! I was kicking myself! But it was HARD- and I'm not sure if I still quite believe it- buuuuuut that's something I'm working on with my new friends..! Why don't you just take a chance on our help and let us get to know YOU..!"

...A pause on her emphatic last statement, before Cheer Heart yoinked her hair tie out and was back to Kimiko within seconds of her hair falling back onto her shoulders.

"Annnnnnnd that's the part where we'd hug you and cheer about your newfound friendship or something, buuuuuut I'm not sure I'm about ready to commit to THAT right now, hee. Buuuuut that's how you come in and out of an act gracefully..! And you can't rebuke it now because then you'll REALLY sound like a B-movie villain, hee."

Amazing.

#rwc #chfive #monotheatre #kimiko #submission

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A Book Of F.B. Ranting. Random Facebook postings Jesus DeAcido Hate is cathartic! Being mere near powerless individuals, hatin' on Trump (for good reason) and expressing same (usually with humor, but with a little venom it's betta) provides psychological relief through the open expression of such strong emotion. But if screaming at everyone about how superior you are for not hating anyone gets ya off, go for it! Be your own personal Jesus! Then we can crucify you, or sumthin'. ;) -----Jesus DeAcido Actually it should be %90, like what it was when America WAS Great. ;) I'm serious. For no one actually paid %90. 'Cause they kept their money in their businesses or invested in one (thus not taxed at that rate) instead of liquidating assets. Then they'd expand operations and that created JOBS! Which was GOOD! We had the highest standard of living in the World, and the rich still got rich! Actually RICHER! More productivity, more consumers with more disposable income equals HUGE profits! Average people could buy homes and cars and only one person need work outside the home, as well. People that rail against higher taxes for the "Elites" are simply under-educated and/or brainwashed.-------Jesus DeAcido There have ALWAYS been those that will suck the King's Cock for Favor. And, of course, out of guilt, those same Cum Stained Chin Muther-Fuckers insist we ALL guzzle the mouth wash of disdain of which they gleefully partake! Yet I boldly say..."No thank you, Sir!". "Rim Me, Young Masters and Mistress, I say!" "Eat'est mine ass, Dainty Tits!"................Jesus DeAcido If anyone deserves hate, it's Trump. And it's not blind hate, it's real and based upon reality. He's attempting to destroy the United States! He's a rapist, as well. (at minimum his wife AND a 13 year old sex slave) Perhaps the word should be despise? Now, if YOU want to be a "Hey, Hitler was nice to his dogs" type, go for it! But don't expect others to be so blindly accommodating. BTW, "Hate Group" should be a designation for ignoble and illogical (i.e. racist, etc) organizations. And seems you are doing the Trumpian "there are good people of both sides" argument with it's use. "If your religion or politics require you to bend over while others suffer, you need a new religion or politics." ................ Jesus DeAcido As a kid I was a little head banger (MC5 to Black Sabbath, etc) but this one time I won two tickets to a Temptations/Supremes concert (musta been '72 0r '73) the ONLY reason I went was this song! I love this song! Anyways, The Supremes were NOT good on my ears, but I loved the entire Temptations set! I was hooked! A school friend and I were the ONLY Whites in the place, BTW (that I could see, at least) and EVERY Brutha and Sista was so nice to us. I guess they figured we were "good ones". (we were, of course) ;) One funny situation was when two Bros in full Pimp Regalia were "arguing" about who was prettier (better dressed). One was in all white, with white fringe trim, white bowler hat. Even a white cane. The other guy was in different shades of purple with a purple cowboy hat and purple feathers on top. My friend and I needed to get by them to get to our seating entrance so I politely said "Excuse me!". The guy in white said "Of course, my little brother!" so I thank him. And then, while passing, I turned and exclaimed to the crowd assembled "The guy in white is prettier!". They all bust out laughing, and the guy in white gave me a fist bump. Fun time! In more ways than one. ------------------ Jesus DeAcido I'd say that it's kinda dumb either way. Unless there is some actual redeeming value to doing it, which would be a rather hard hurdle. BUT it could happen. As for "(it's) not meant to make either look lesser than", I'd have to point to the fact that such depictions usually include actions or affects that was parodies of the race they are depicting. For instance, the Black actors made up as White Girls did exaggerated depictions of both Women AND Whites. Which was pretty bad. The sin, IMO, is that it wasn't funny. Robert Downey Jr. playing the White guy pretending to be Black was doing much negative Black stereotypes as well. That movie was funny though. ;) And there was some modicum of a point to it. L.O. doing Othello held no innately racist stereotypes or exaggerations. And the Black Face is but topical. The character is a Moor. I think it's, as always, the INTENT mixed with actions. I'm sure that you are bringing this up due to Gov. Northam being called upon to resign (I apologize if that isn't the case). Well, I believe that that IS an overreaction. The year AFTER Northam did that the movie Soul Man came out! (illustrating the mindset of the time) And anyone remember Gene Wilder in Silver Streak? Now THAT was pretty bad, but it wasn't back then! (well, maybe SOMEONE complained, but I never saw it) Anyways, and again, I believe it's all about intent AND actions. And the intent may be right, but the actions may not be. We should just stop it. We have evolved. For if doing it hurts anyone...that's reason enough to not do it. And it's not necessary. (even when playing Othello, for we all know he was Black) Sorry for going on so long, BTW. -------------------------------- Jesus DeAcido Dewey Rai Lineberry I agree. I'm a professional Comedy Writer, BTW. And I'm not Politically Correct. I'm just Correct! (jez kidding) ;) I CAN hold two or more opposing ideas in my head at the same time though, so I can see where most people are coming from (on both sides) and the reasons they feel certain ways. I can relent on certain comedic takes IF I get a reasonable account of why I should tread lightly. If only because I'm a nice person, and I don't intend on hurting anyone (well, except for people that deserve it) Again, as for Northam, THAT is P.C. Gone Wild! (although his waffling about the issue is pretty fucked up) I believe people should be able to do whatever they fuckin' want, in the case of Free Speech, even if it's disgusting and/or stupid. BUT if ya Speak Freely, albeit abhorrently, expect others to return fire, VERBALLY. For that's the way it should work. Oh, and Political Correctness is NOT an exclusively Liberal attribute, of course. Conservatives have their own versions. Try burning your OWN American Flag, or say something pro-Socialism, or take a knee, or protest Police abuse. They get as warped as any tree-hugger...and they'll often kill ya for it! Or you'll lose your job, like Kaepernick did. ............................ Jesus DeAcido Time for some True Love! Like yo' Dad gave! Like yo' Mom gave! Some "No! You can't do that!" about the Head and Shoulders! TRUE LOVE! -------- Thinking upon Grunge, haven't you all noticed that "Grunge" ain't/wasn't a sound? SEEMS it started as a Uniform. The Pendletons and Levis, and a graphic Tee Shirt. Just NOT the Glam! It was anti-Glam. Actually, it was what my friends and I wore forever! The MUSIC was everything! Every sound! Akin to the 60's, IMO. The only REAL "Grunge" was Mother Love Bone/Pearl Jam. That's about it, past that: Soundgarden...Metal! (at least at first) Alive In Chains...started as Glam! Nirvana...PUNK! (think about it!) Blind Melon...Hippy? Melvins...Noise Rock STP...Rock Toad The Wet Sprocket...Mellow. Mazzy Starr...? Here's more on this. ------- Jesus DeAcido shared a link. 11 hrs Now, I'm sure that this will start arguments of if Rap/Hip Hop is Rock & Roll or not, but lets assume the positive, but we can argue the point if ya like (I just offer this so as to affirm that I'm not trolling). Personally I believe it is. Anyways, to the point... Anyone here like/appreciate Rap/Hip Hop? And who/what type is your fave? Myself, I find the new stuff unlistenable. (It's not very heavy OR lyrical, IMO) I like Old School and especially Gangsta Rap. ;) (And I liked a lot of the "Nu-Metal" back in the day) I have to qualify that I like all genres of music. IF it's any good. BTW, to the haters...you do realize that Frank Zappa was a Rapper, right? ;) "BOOM! Blowin' da minds of the people that be illin'. But I be here psychopath chillin'!" ------ Jesus DeAcido Seriously though, people have a right to shave their heads if the hair is getting weird lookin'. And it feels GREAT! No need to insult or infer motives beyond personal preference. Do I scream and yell about you always shaving your less than ample bag sack until it bleeds? NO! Of course not! ----------------

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