*whistles in innocence*

anonymous asked:

Maybe this is perverted of me, but I noticed in the new pictures that Rey's cleavage and Kylo's 'package' are being readily displayed by their new costumes. If Reylo is happening, it makes sense that SW would want to up the sexiness. They did it with Padme's more form-fitting and revealing dresses in AOTC.

I don’t think you’re being perverted at all. Let’s look at Rey and Kylo in turn here. So we have Rey:

Here, she has a tiny, form-fitting white shirt on that displays her cleavage. From the BTS shots shown at Star Wars Celebration, we know that Rey is wearing this outfit in the rain, so the fabric will presumably be clinging and potentially even slightly transparent. She’s also going to physically exert herself in this outfit (running, fighting), so it’s not unreasonable to suppose that there will be lots of heavy exhalations and sweat involved.

While she seemed almost childish and innocent in The Force Awakens, here it’s clear that she’s starting to express her sexuality and is being presented as a woman rather than a girl. And that reminds me powerfully of this quote from Rian Johnson: “It very much feels like what we all go through in adolescence, the dawning of this new chapter of our lives.” While Rian doesn’t spell it out, developing a sexuality identity is a big part of adolescence. So I absolutely think we’re seeing Rey as a sexual being now because we’re going to watch her grow up and experience attraction and desire (among other things).

Then with Kylo you have him looking much more masculine and physically dominant than we’ve seen him before. In The Force Awakens he was primped within an inch of his life and appeared almost pampered looking, whereas in The Last Jedi he has a much more naturalistic look with layers literally stripped away. While he seemed like an awkward and petulant adolescent in the Vanity Fair image of Kylo for The Force Awakens, he projects confidence and physicality now. The absence of the outer robe means we can see his legs, and that will offer him a much greater range of movement. While it’s not as obvious as it is with Rey, the trousers are quite form fitting and you’re meant to notice that this is a powerful and attractive young man rather than a scary, faceless wraith (which is pretty much how Kylo was promoted for TFA, Vanity Fair image excepted). 

This stuff has actually really tickled @bastila-bae and me, since we spoke about this exact topic in an episode of Scavenger’s Hoard a few weeks ago (I’m feeling quite prophetic rn). I said I was afraid of sounding like a perv then, but they’re now making the sexualisation so blatant in the publicity images that it can only be a deliberate artistic choice. 

Of course, I’m sure this has absolutely no narrative implications and will have no impact whatsoever on Kylo and Rey’s interactions when they reunite. The characters’ costumes and appearances will be entirely immaterial to how they relate to each other, since we all know that the visual element of film is pretty much irrelevant.

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found out by accident that @tyranttortoise and i are apparently birthday twins? because the world is just really beautifully weird like that sometimes. and what with that uf sans jacket she posted herself in, i decided to indulge in my own love of this edgy skeleton for my own birthday break time i gave myself and to wish her a happy birthday at the same time.

so happy birthday, ty! what a good day to have a birthday - i say, totally unbiased. <3

| Mine | Human! Bill Cipher

Dipper Pines was absolutely adorable, you realized.

Adorable, yes, and also incredibly clueless when he could be.

Three weeks. He’d known you a full three weeks. And he still hadn’t figured out that you were a demon.

Well, it wasn’t his fault really. You were almost flawless at covering your tracks. You snuck into his life so easily it was like butter, befriending his twin and closest friends, especially becoming friends with that redheaded lass. Stan though?

You stayed away from him. That man wasn’t what he seemed, you could sense the intelligence about him. Not to say Dipper wasn’t intelligent, he was.

But he was just, so, clueless.

“Maybe I should just give him a hint,” You mused to yourself, yawning as your tail slowly wrapped around your leg.

“Hmm?” Said brunette nerd hummed from his spot on his bed, his head buried in that journal of his.

“Nothing,” You said, quietly laughing to yourself. He knew of your abnormalities, yes, he was actually quite perceptive with how he found out about your cat ears and tail, but he thought nothing of them. Gravity Falls was an extremely odd place, and you were just another oddity that he managed to befriend.

You wondered how long it would take though, how long till he realized what a danger you could be to him.

You yawned again, rolling slowly onto your front on the bed, a cat-like grin on your face as you watched him, resting your chin on the back of your interlocked fingers. As if he could sense the stare on him, Dipper looked up. A faint splash of red painted his pale cheeks.

“W-what?” He asked, fidgeting slightly, but still trying to seem confident.

Adorable.

“Mm~” You hummed, the action slow and drawn out as all your actions tended to be. A tingling sensation ran up your neck, setting your enhanced senses on edge. You immediately put away your tail, slipping it up into your shorts and making sure the process was subtle. Dipper never noticed a thing, but you knew someone was now watching. A certain someone that rhymes with ‘Kill’.

Hah, ironic.

“I was just thinking how cute you were,” you drawled, honestly relaying your thoughts. Dipper’s blush worsened at your blatant compliment, ducking his face more under his hat and avoiding your eyes.

Adorable.

“H-hah? Shut up Y/N, stop joking around,” He shifted around on his bed. The burning sensation of being watched worsened and you frowned, starting to get up.

“I wasn’t joking,” You left him with the comment, knowing he would overthink it as you exited the room. Were you teasing him? Yup. You meant nothing by it, but he was so easy to rile up you couldn’t help yourself.

As soon as you closed the door to the attic and took a step down the stairs your surroundings turned black and white, static flickering behind your ears and a pressure entering the space. You didn’t even need to look to know that a certain dream demon was behind you.

“Why, hello, Bill,” You said lightly, a sway in your step as you continued walking without a problem.

The demon didn’t answer, and you were taken back a bit by his uncharacteristic silent behaviour. Shouldn’t he be talking your ear off by now with his cocky and carefree attitude?

You sat on a couch, laying down and stretching your legs out. “What? Cat caught your tongue?” You inwardly cackled at the irony in your question, feeling your tail itching to reveal itself. When there was still no answer you looked up at the ceiling in mock realization.

“Ah? Could it be you were jealous~?” You stretched lazily, curling into the couch as if you were the only in the room.

“I will find out what you are, kitten,” Bill finally spoke up, as if snapping out of whatever faze he was in. You snorted.

“In your dreams, Bill,” you teased the dream demon, sending a lidded gaze his way.

This was the basis of your whole relationship with the guy. Curiosity. He was undeniably curious towards you. You were a demon that was to be sure, but of what kind? This was the question he’d been trying to figure out since you met him. You could freely roam the modern world without any tricks or plans unlike a lot of demons out there. There was so much mystery surrounding you that Bill was determined to find out.

It had began like that at first, but now your relationship with the guy was twisting, changing. He’d become clingy, to the point where you just calling the kid cute made him jealous and initiate spending time with you.

“The only thing that’ll be in my dreams is you, kitten,” He shot back, floating towards you with a smirk, hands behind his back.

You almost let out another snort. Even his nickname for you was hilarious, considering that was exactly the kind of demon you were. There was no way you were telling him that though.

“Oh really?” You yawned again, rolling your neck languidly. No wonder he called you kitten, you couldn’t help your lazy body language, as you were literally a cat. Cat demon at that. You had a pair of furry, f/c cat ears and tail to prove it. Though they obviously weren’t out at the moment.

“Why are you so afraid of telling me?” Bill tempted, tilting his head with a devious smile as he poured a cup of tea from a kettle he conjured up out of nowhere, sitting indian style in mid air.

“I’m not afraid,” You said after a moment of hesitation, hoping he didn’t realize that moment of unease. But of course, you couldn’t hide much from Bill. Especially not in his domain.

“But you are,” He said, taking a single sip of the tea before tossing it behind him, uncaring of where it ended up. In a blink he was suddenly right before your face, dark eye boring into yours. “What are you hiding there, kitten?”

You tried not to react, keeping up your cool front even as you jumped on the inside, your feline instincts begging you to jump up onto the wall and force some distance.

“Why don’t you try harder to find out, hon?” You baited, smirking right back. You were known for being confident towards him, it wouldn’t do for you to reveal your true feelings.

“Oh I will,” his dark eye darkened even more, a strike of worry springing up inside you. Did you somehow cross the line? Bill was trying to seem his regular self but you could tell that something was different today. He seemed…off.

“Looking forward to it,” you wasted no time firing back, putting a finger to his nose and pushing him back gently.

A strange expression crossed his face.
“Watch me, kitten. Soon I’ll strip you completely bare before me.”

You could feel yourself heat up at his words, swallowing hard and keeping up your mental walls so he couldn’t see what you were thinking. Yet something in his words triggered fear within you.

You were scared.

Bill was annoying yes, and an arrogant, cocky, idiot, but you couldn’t deny that you were attached. Completely, utterly attached. You enjoyed this game as cat and mouse, with Bill continuously chasing after you as if you were the best mystery out there. He had become such a constant part of your life now that you feared the day he finally figured out what you were. Would he be disappointed? Would he grow bored of you once he knew?

Would he leave?

That last thought terrified you the most. You had denied it for long, but you couldn’t any longer.

You didn’t want him to go.

But you were a demon. He was a demon. You both knew the nature of your kind. The attachment you felt was intense, stronger than anything a human could ever feel. And it frightened you so, so much.

“Penny for your thoughts, kitten?” He asked, slinging an arm round your shoulder. You forced yourself to stay still, face a blank state of nonchalance as you tried to ignore the way his skin ignited yours.

“How about a hundred?”

He laughed, blonde shaggy locks falling before his eye and partially covering his eyepatch. A snap of his fingers and a diamond appeared in your lap.

“Will this do?”

You shot him a side look, smirking.

“Well actuall-”

And his fingers touched your ear.

Your voice faltered, a shock rippling throughout your entire body. This had never happened before. Sure Bill was touchy, but he had never strayed towards that area before. You had been so focused on the witty banter that you didn’t notice the hand slung around your shoulder slowly slipping up into your hair.

Bill raised an eyebrow at your pause and you swallowed on a dry throat.

“I mean, a-ah,” You cursed yourself at the stutter. “You know I care nothing for human monetary value of stupid rocks.”

“True,” Bill replied, but there was a  glint in his eyes, as if he noticed your slip up and was determined to find the reason behind it. His hand brushed by your ear again and your hands clenched into fists in your lap. “Then what do you want, kitten?”

“I want you to leave me alone Bill,” You laughed it off, nails biting into the skin of your palms as you fought off a shudder. Why in the world did he have to manage to find one of your sensitive spots as a cat demon? If not for hundreds of years of practice on controlling yourself you would have given in the moment he even barely touched it.

“Do ya really now?” He leant even closer and you leant back.

Don’t show any response, Y/N.

You could feel the fear climbing. You licked your lips as he stroked down your ear, your nerves screaming and on edge.

“Yeah,” You cleared your throat, smirking. “Wasn’t it clear enough already? I think I’m still hung up on how cute that Dipper is.” You changed the subject quickly, hoping that he would be surprised and jealous enough to stop the stroking motions down your ear.

Instead, something way worse happened.

He grabbed it.

“Ngh!” You couldn’t help the noise that emitted from your throat, falling backwards against the arm of the couch as Bill drew closer till he was partially hovering over you.

“Don’t mention him in front of me,” He growled through gritted teeth, his relaxed and comedic countenance ripped away and replaced with something more violent, closer to his demonic identity. “Don’t mention anyone else when you’re with me.” His eye burned into you, swirling with something cracked, something that made you uncertain of his sanity in the moment.

“B-Bill-!” You tried to speak, eyes widening as your mouth went dry at his intensity. “L-let g-”

“Let go?” He mocked, grinning. His smile was sadistic. “Is that what you’re trying to say? I knew you were acting strangely. What’s the significance of this?” He pronounced the last word by pinching your ear once more. You felt your face heating up, wiggling underneath his hold.

“S-stop!”

Bill’s grin widened even more if it was possible. “Does my eye deceive me? Is this the same confident and cool girl who’d been giving me a run for my money? Hah! Decreased to a blushing and stuttering mess at this single action?”

You shivered, trying to force your eyes open as they lidded slowly. “Bill, I s-swear if you d-don’t let go I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” He asked, leaning down so that he was nearer to your face. You could do nothing about it, your entire defense system was demolished as his hand kept stroking your ear. “Please tell. I’m very…”

He bit down on your left ear. “Interested.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

A purr vibrated through your chest, echoing through the silence. Your eyes were shut in embarrassment, biting your lip hard. You peeked an eye open at his face, panting slightly. His face was stunned, an enlightenment covering his features.

“δαίμονα γάτα,” He breathed, eyes lighting up blue flames for a second before it returned to soulless black. He caught himself, the runes flashing before his gaze fading. “A cat demon.”

You were silent, avoiding his eyes as best as you could. Now that he knew what did that mean for you? Would he discard of you like a toy he didn’t care for anymore?

He still looked to be in a state of awe, leaning even closer. “Show me.”

You knew exactly what he was referring to. Nevertheless you refused to answer, quivering slightly. His awe stricken glaze faded, a frown overtaking his lips as he glared.

“Show. Me.”

The words were accompanied by a specific rough pinch to your ear, which you were sure was red and bruised by now.

“N-No,” You said. Your cat features, the characteristics that showed your identity. You were genuinely terrified to show them. Demons were different than humans. Your cat ears and tail weren’t considered 'cute’ or anything ridiculous like the weak meatbags would come up with. They were considered a weakness, considered ugly in the demon world. It was like baring yourself to Bill, and that was definitely the last thing you wanted to do.

In simpler terms, you didn’t want to be judged.

Bill sneered, his nails digging into your ear now till it pierced the skin.

You yelped, hissing as your cat ears and tail popped out forcefully. You hissed at him, shrinking into the couch, a tad bit hurt that he would do that, but most of all furious.

Bill could read you like a book as he rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t be so melodramatic, kitten. You know that I think that pain is hilarious~”

He leant to the ripped and bleeding flesh of your now, cat ear, licking it teasingly. You hissed louder, curling your tail round his leg and pulling hard, dragging his body off yours. You jumped off the couch and landed in an animalistic crouch on all fours about twenty feet away, pupils now dilated just as his turned to slits.

“Stay away from me,” You bit, straightening up back on your feet.

His eyes flashed dangerously. “No can do, kitten.”

He flickered behind you before you could register it, blue, glowing chains wrapping around your body.

“What are you doing?” You growled, frustrated when you found that you couldn’t move.

He didn’t reply, instead his gaze following your twitching ears and now brushed up tail, hairs tense.

“Breathtaking,” he said. Your breath hitched.

“You don’t mean that,” You muttered. A gloved hand tilted your chin to look up at him, another one turning your body around to face his.

“I do,” He confirmed shortly.

For a second you melted in his embrace, let yourself rest your cheek into his palm. For just a second you smiled back, the first real smile you’d ever gave him. Then you got knocked back to reality and the frown melted onto your face.

You cleared your throat and tilted your head to hide your blush. While this was nice and all, you were still tied up. You relayed your thoughts out loud and Bill chuckled.

“Now why would I let you go, kitten?” He tsked, giving you a look as if you were the dumbest people on the planet. “I only just discovered who you are. You’ve become a hundred times more interesting.”

You scowled. “I’m not a toy, Bill. Let. Me. Go.” While you were a cat demon, you were still relatively powerful, and if you had to fight your way out of here then so be it.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying here, Y/N.” He said your name for the first time, making you stiffen.

Bill used his cane to hook round your waist and tug you closer to him, so that your bodies touched. You opened your mouth to snap something but your voice caught in your throat when you saw his eye. There was a swirling nightmare within it, something dark and mad enough to make even you, a being of the same caliber want to curl up in a ball. It was so intense you couldn’t look away, and yet you wanted to run as far away as you could.

Bill grinned painfully wide.

You’re mine.

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ashinan  asked:

Hey. Hey Onions. Hey. Micro fill time: Shiro. Star Wars AU. First time he felt the Force. *finger guns*

okay you had to have known there was no way this was going to stay micro


Shiro’s known the Force for as long as he can remember.

Even if this isn’t the first first, it’s certainly one of the most defining.


“It is too late,” the Pashoni leader says. Her face is ashen but firm, her beetle-like eyes and the green markings of her crown of office stoic and unyielding. “I am sorry, young Jedi. There is no way we will reach them in time.”

“But my Master’s down there,” Shiro cries.

The training bond in the back of his mind has been silent for six terrifying minutes, stretching on to seven. Eight. Shiro’s tried again and again, but there’s no response. There’s nothing, nothing but the horrified whispers from the Pashonians gathering with Shiro at the top of the hill and the dust rising from the rockslide at the bottom.

Stay here, Master Ulaz had said. The cart down into the mines had only been big enough for one person to join the workers heading below.

Stay here, Master Ulaz had said, laying his large hand on top of Shiro’s head, thumb pressing gently against the center of Shiro’s forehead. It is a calming gesture for the Galra people, with their sagittal crest; Shiro’s used to it. At the tender age of thirteen he still barely comes up to Master Ulaz’s waist.

Stay here.

Here, staring down at the settling remnants of the rockslide neatly blocking the only access to the caves.

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Stay Professional! Final

NSFW! Work AU! Explicit smut, some fluff and slight angst? : Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s persistence landed him a place in your heart- although a special spot for him was already there to begin with. He was more than just a pretty face. Not only was he exceptionally skilled in bed, he’d gotten to a point where he lived to spoil you… in more ways than one. 

A/N: This is the last chapter of Stay Professional! Quite possible that it’s the most steamy chapter too! Please be aware that this chapter involves explicit smut! NSFW! Derogatory terms, dirty talk, over-sensitivity, spanking.. just full on rough and kinky fucking. Read at your own risk! DomJungkook! x SubReader

You opened your eyes slowly due to the blinding sunlight that pierced through Jungkook’s polished glass windows. You patted around the king-sized mattress, in search of a warm body that’d hugged you all night long. A small smile spread upon your lips at the memories of the passionate love-making the night before. 

“Jungkook?” You called out in an unusual nasal morning voice and waited for a response as you stretched and bathed in the morning sunlight. 

A quick shuffle of feet trotted from across the hallway and Jungkook immediately made an appearance, an effervescent grin on his radiant face. 

“Yes?” He beamed and crouched over your small frame to plant a loving kiss on your forehead. 

You couldn’t help but let your grin grow as big as his from the loving actions he’d spoilt you with. You suddenly noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath the white sheets so you pulled them up higher above your chest and Jungkook’s grin turned into a smirk. 

“You can’t suddenly get shy now, can you?” He licked his lips and briefly brushed them over yours, a quick peck to temporarily satisfy his growing desire to relive last night. 

“Don’t tempt me again, sweetheart.” He planted raspberries down your neck and you giggled at the sensation of his soft lips and puffs of air from his cheek. “This time, I really will punish you.” 

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So I received this MOST EXCELLENT Pigeon!Phil for my birthday!!  It was commissioned by someone who signed themselves just as a reader, from @pigeoncomics

It is the best pigeon.  I love him so much.  (hugs the snazzy pigeon!Phil)  He is going to go into a frame as soon as I find one that’s the right size.

BUT.  Did you know you could get a pigeon (or other, lesser bird) of your very own?  That is correct!  @pigeoncomics is actually doing a fundraiser right now for a local birb-related charity.  You can find the information HERE!

I will say, however, that these prices are very low.  If you can afford to, you should definitely chip in a few extra bucks.  Stay tuned, since I’m off this weekend, I might be doing something of my own to help the birbs. 8)

Leading Suspects: Chapter 21

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20.


As promised for Friday…smut! And fluff. ;-) We’re in the home stretch on this one, so enjoy! Smooches, @peetabreadgirl!


My friends are meddling little shits.

After I got back from the sheriff’s office, they asked all kinds of probing questions about what I did while I was there. They were both disappointed when I told them that Peeta neither handcuffed me nor had his way with me on top of his desk.

“Then what good is it dating a sheriff?” Johanna had asked in exasperation. Hearing words put to it scared the snot out of me and I quickly hid myself in my room shortly after, claiming that I needed to call and check on Daily Fix. Which was true. I’ve been neglecting my business.

Once that was done, I sucked it up and called my investors to rearrange our next meeting, since I have no idea how much longer I’ll be here in Twelve Willows. I guess since I’m technically not a suspect anymore, I could leave any time, but I don’t want to leave Madge when all of this is still unresolved.

That thought led to thinking about how I’m supposed to leave here after what’s happened with Peeta. I’m no good with labels and this one eludes me worse than most. Whatever it is between us, I can’t stay here indefinitely. We’re not dating. We can’t be dating. My life is in Philadelphia. Daily Fix is in Philadelphia. My friends, other than Madge, are in Philadelphia. Which makes Peeta and I temporary.

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PoE Companion Encumbrance Complaints
  • Aloth: "I'm not going anywhere like this."
  • Durance: "Carrying too much of your shit to move."
  • Edér: "You give me any more gifts and people will start to think you're playing favorites."
  • Grieving Mother: "Physical burdens anchor me."
  • Hiravias: "Sorry, I don't call forth the stelgaer just to haul your garbage."
  • Kana: "I'd gladly shoulder the load, but the pack won't hold any more."
  • Pallegina: "The term 'godlike' doesn't refer to my ability to carry unlimited quantities of war spoils."
  • Sagani: "Wish we'd brought a sled."
A Cat, a Fox, and a Bee walk into a Bakery 23

“I’m going to do it this time,” Marinette said, squaring her shoulders.

“Uh-huh,” Alya hummed, not even bothering to look up from her phone.

“I mean it, Alya!  I’m going to tell Adrien how I feel about him!”

Alya glanced up briefly, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.  “Sure.  Just like the past hundred times you’ve said that.”

“It has not been a hundred times!” Marinette huffed.

“You’re right.” Alya tapped a few things on her phone.  “It’s been a hundred and seventeen.  Well, eighteen now.  My mistake.”

“… I am shaming you for the fact that you have been keeping track.”

Alya gave a full-blown smirk.  “And I’m shaming you for the fact that you’re all talk and no action.”

Marinette’s jaw dropped, and she squawked indignantly.  “Alya!”

“Just calling it like I see it, girl.  Face it, you’re too chicken to actually confess.”

“Too… too…” Marinette threw her hands up in the air and huffed.  “I’ll show you, I’ll tell him!”

“Uh-huh.” Alya was already looking back at her phone, and so completely missed as Marinette stomped off. It took a moment for the prodding from her hair to break through and prompt her to look up.

Alya blinked at seeing that her girlfriend was gone.  “… Marinette?”

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“-And the woman has no taste!  None! Her wedding colors are green and orange for crying out loud!” Chloe huffed as she paused in filing her nails to check her work, then went back to it.

Adrien blinked, then hummed thoughtfully.  “I don’t know, with the right shades it could probably work.”

Without saying a word, Chloe pulled out her phone, flicked through a few photos, then handed it to Adrien. “Those are her colors.”

Adrien immediately recoiled. “Ugh, I see what you mean.  Is she colorblind?”

Nino blinked as he looked over Adrien’s shoulder.  “I don’t see what’s so bad about them.”

Adrien and Chloe stared at Nino for a moment, then Adrien sighed and slung an arm around Nino’s shoulders.  “It’s okay, Nino.  We’ll make sure you aren’t a fashion disaster.  Anyways, both of these colors are too bright and bold, that makes them clash with each other.  Especially for a wedding, you’re going to want at least one of them to be a softer color, or darker.  And definitely not colors that make people think of vomit.” Adrien grimaced as he handed Chloe’s phone back to her.

“And the less said about her dress, the better.” Chloe winced.  “For once, I agree with the wedding planner.  It makes her look like a walking pumpkin.”  She snorted.  “If she wants a fall theme then she should say it and go ahead with it, with the right colors and decorations it could be nice. But definitely not the way she’s doing things.”

Nino looked up as he heard footsteps, and lightly nudged Adrien with his elbow as he spotted Marinette walking up and stopping nearby.  She looked more nervous than usual, standing there and fiddling with the small purse she always carried.

“Marinette?  Is everything okay?” Adrien tilted his head a little in confusion, ignoring Chloe’s soft mutter of ‘stupid cats too adorable for their own good.’

“I… um… can I talk to you for a moment?  Alone?”

Adrien blinked, then shrugged.  “Yeah, sure. Be right back, guys,” He said as he got up to follow Marinette.

Nino was just wondering what that was about when Alya hurried up, looking worried.  “Guys, we may have a problem.”

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“So, what did you want to talk about?” Adrien asked as he leaned against a wall.  While Marinette being nervous was adorable, it did have him a little worried.

“I just… I wanted to tell you…” Marinette fiddled with her purse, looking at the floor.  She slid a few fingers into the purse, and a moment later relaxed and took a deep breath.  Seeming to have found some form of courage, she lifted her head and met his eyes.  “I wanted to tell you that I like you.  A lot. And have for a while.”

Adrien froze, his brain blaring ABORT!  ABORT! in large red letters.  While he was certainly happy to hear that his girlfriend liked him, none of them had planned for what to do if Marinette actually acted on the crush she was harboring.

And outside of fights, he didn’t act well under pressure.

Which was probably he could be (mildly) forgiven for what came out of his mouth next.

“I’m sorry, I’m already dating someone…”

Marinette flinched, then plastered on a clearly fake smile.  After spending so much time with her as Chat, he could easily tell the difference.  “It’s… that’s okay.  I just wanted to let you know.”  She took a deep breath, smile wavering slightly before she steadied it.  “I need to go.  I’ll see you… around.”

Adrien knew he had fucked up, but had no idea how to fix it as Marinette turned and, for lack of a better word, fled.  Belatedly, he reached after her, but she was well gone and turning the corner by then.  A short moment later, and three heads poked around the door to the classroom as Nino, Alya, and Chloe all fixed him with unimpressed looks.

“Nice going, genius.”

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Afternoon classes were torture, especially knowing that Marinette was sitting behind him and hearing the occasional small sniffle.  And then once class let out, Adrien had to endure being driven home, then wait until he was left alone in his room before being able to call on Plagg and transform.

If he hadn’t broken his fastest time in heading to Marinette’s, he certainly came close.  As he landed on her balcony, his ears perked up at the sound of a soft sob, and Chat found he couldn’t get the hatch open fast enough.

Inside, Marinette was curled up on her chaise, and Vixen and Queen Bee were cuddled around her.  Nino was sitting at the head of the chaise, gently stroking Marinette’s hair from where her head was pillowed in his lap.

Chat dimly registered Vixen and Queenie shooting him glares as he tumbled in through the hatch and nearly fell off the loft in his hurry to get to Marinette. He slowed as he approached, carefully climbing onto the chaise and butting his head up underneath her chin with a loud purr of comfort.

“I’m so sorry, Princess.  So sorry.” His whispered voice vibrated with the force of his purr, even as he pressed his forehead to Marinette’s.

Marinette sobbed softly and hugged Chat close, burying her face against his shoulder.  Chat felt another harsh stab of guilt.  He had done this to her, him and that stupid need to keep his identity secret.

At this point, he’d take whatever lecture Ladybug could dish out if it meant stopping Marinette’s tears.

“I’m an idiot,” Chat murmured, closing his eyes and ducking his head to softly kiss Marinette.

And then he let his transformation drop.

Kai took in the room as he walked slowly forward. He sensed there was a depth of meaning behind everything which filled the room. They were underground. Incense burned, a scent unfamiliar to him; pleasant, earthy. Twelve chairs and three glass tables formed a U-shape facing a raised dais. In the center of the tables stood an oak wood desk upon which an old book lay open, a pot of ink and quill beside it. 

Three blue leather throne-like chairs -one on a dais- placed before three statues; the Guardian, no doubt Drake’s, the Reaper in the center, certainly Father Tso’s piqued his curiosity. But why the crow? He lowered his eyes to the sacred texts next to the offerings of breads and fruits. He read the opened pages with interest. 

Drake and Tso had made their way to the front and talked between themselves until the shimmer of others arriving pulled Tso away. 

Drake stepped over near him. 

“I’m not sure I’m getting the crow other than its relation to you.”

“We’re connected through crow, but this is all yours. They examine, study and adapt to their environment. They’re tricksters, get what they want by subtle means and they’re incredibly smart, you could say a Tiger in a tree. In nearly every ancient myth, Crow is a messenger between worlds, a weaver of magic, able to see through time.” 

Drake hesitated before continuing. “For us it is an enviable position of power given only to the one to whom fate says it rightfully belongs. We have waited thousands of years for that chair to be filled. It has never been sat in before, it is yours, Kazjhin Malachi.”

“Kawhat?” He twisted himself towards Drake his eyes wide open.

“When we became the Mimageshin, you earned that seat. You are kind of a big deal, love. You’re formally titled now, Kazjhin Malachi, just as I’m Djunshai Draconis, formal title, formal names. As Mimageshin we are equal, but I’m sworn to protect both you and Father. You outrank me.” 

Kai’s mouth became a firm line, biting the inside of his cheek as his body stiffened. His breakfast tap danced precariously on his churning stomach.  

“I’m sorry… I should’ve said something.” 

Kai pushed back against the fear creeping along his skin. “You owe me fucker, big time,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and with a drop of his shoulders he ceded. “But we both know what would’ve happened if you’d said anything. Just give me a minute.” Kai took several deep breaths, fighting back the wave of nausea. Drake reached over to touch the inside of his wrist and immediately his physical symptoms were gone.  

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[Unalaq stands above Korra, trying to smush her between two walls of a giant Ice chasm]

Raava - Korra, the fight is not over 

Korra- [weak] R…Raava ?

Raava- Vatu can not win, do not give into 10,000 years of darkness

Korra- Raava, I’m being crushed…..I have other things on my mind right n…..

Raava - Also, Asami’s totally into you 

Korra- [eager] [slight squeal] REALLY ?

Raava - Yes Korra

Korra- I mean….not that I’m into her or

Raava - Korra please, we are as one

Korra- [whistles innocently]

Raava - Also I’m the spirit of peace and light. That extends to rainbows

[Korra goes into the Avatar state, blowing the chasm open in a dazzling spectacle of rainbow light]

Korra- [rising into the air using fire bending] [Avatar state voice] [overjoyed] ASAMI LIKES MEEEEEEEEEEE


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